Regrets
Heya Twisties welcome to this OS.
The characters of this OS belong to J.K Rowling, I’m merely just borrowing them for this...This has no connection to the canonverse as I don’t ship the canon ship for Neville Longbottom nor for Luna Lovegood.
Without any further ado…
Luna awakes one morning not finding her husband Rolf Scammander and his side of the bed being cold for hours.
Sometimes he cannot sleep, she thinks to herself and so goes to look for him in the places he prefers to spend the most of his time.
But to no avail, he literally was nowhere to be found. She begins to use the spell to trace him…Nothing!
She screams in frustration, rushes back to their bedroom to get changed as well as to calm down.
Now feeling slightly fresher, she takes a deep breath and apparates to the only person she would be able to trust with the search for her husband.
Standing in front of the small cottage in Hogsmeade as she hasn’t been at this place for years, she feels slightly jittery and knocks at the door.
The first face she sees at the door is not the one she hoped for as the woman says, “Hello Looney!”
“Hello Hannah, is Neville here, I need his help with something?” She fakes a dreamy voice so foreign for her as she smiles at the woman.
Hannah doesn’t even need to call her husband who rushes to greet one of his former best friends and love interest.
“Hey Luna,” he greets her enthusiastically by hugging her close to him, breathing in the scent he has always been drawn to.
His wife who is witnessing this scene feels very uneasy, fueling more hatred towards the unique light blond haired girl in her heart. As she knows she has never been her husband’s first choice.
“Hello Neville, it’s good to see you again, sorry I couldn’t make it to your wedding.” There’s a lump forming in Luna’s throat as she quickly checks him out, noticing how handsome he has become over the years.
“You seem stressed,” he knows her too well and then asks, “what’s the matter?”
“It’s Rolf, he has disappeared without a trace and I’m worried.” She tells him while she shivers slightly, her teeth start chattering, he leads her inside towards the sitting room while his wife closes the door shut.
She closes her eyes, then gets up, as she says, “I shouldn’t have come here!”
“But I’m glad you came to me for help and I want to help you with whatever I can.” He tells her softly not wanting her to leave.
“She is right, Neville, let her go.” Hannah tells him, for the first time ever agreeing with Luna, he sighs in frustration because she has been acting weird lately.
“No, this cannot be happening,” Luna says when her tracing spell finally works.
Her breathing is getting faster than normal as if she is having a panic attack, Neville cannot see her like this and wraps his arms around her.
She doesn’t calm down so he begins to whisper sweet nothings, which for her is everything as she begins to normalise her breathing.
“Neville and Hannah you both should probably hide, he is here!”
“Why should we hide from him? This is our house?” Hannah asks while shouting in annoyance.
“There might be a reason why she is telling us to hide so you should calm down Hannah.”
“He wants to kill Neville! Do you want to become a widow so soon?”
They take in the information, the door bursts open so the couple begin to hide behind a sofa and keep quiet.
“I expected you to be here, Luna! You couldn’t stay away from your lover, could you?”
“There’s nothing going on between me and Neville and you know that, Rolf.”
He laughs in a mocking way before he tells her the plain obvious fact, “I’m not blind, I can see how you both look at each other even after you chose me over him.”
“And I regret my choice until this day, but I tried to be a good wife and even gave birth to your children!”
“Ahh, there you are wrong Looney,” his words are filled with malice, “you never were a good spouse and those boys are not mine.”
The owner of this cottage witnessing the spat between their guests are rooted to their spots, anger is cursing through Neville watching her being insulted by the man who promised to be by her side until death do them apart.
“You still believe that Lorcan and Lysander are his, when you have been the only one who I let myself be touched by another regret I have to live with.”
“So you regret marrying me?” He smirks knowing the answer already, they were not like this before until the day she told him that she needed time to fully fall in love with him.
He was jealous to find out that she has not gotten over Neville Longbottom yet. She still hasn’t.
“Yes, I regret marrying you,” her eyes are filled with tears, “but I do not regret having the boys.
“Why did you reject him then, if you are still in love with him?”
“It’s too late, but if you insist on knowing,” her voice is getting back to normal, “I was scared, with you it was easy but with him it would have been difficult. Yes this is my biggest regret, I wish I could go back in time and tell him how much I love him.”
“He is all yours Luna.” Hannah tells her while coming towards them with a blushing Neville in tow.
She doesn’t understand anything anymore and looks around for anybody to answer her question.
Neville gets closer to her as he tells her, “these two planned all of this,” he points at Rolf and Hannah, “to get you to confess that you still have feelings for me but I told them not to do this.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s you two who belong together, Neville has never been happy with me and nor were you with Rolf even though you pretended to.”
“So what she is trying to say is that you two are getting a second chance to be together till your last breaths.”
Luna just turns around and runs as fast as she can, her head is aching.
“Luna, please stop,” she hears the voice of the man she never truly moved on from. He reaches her, grabs her wrist and turns her around.
As they face each other their eyes lock with one another, anyone could feel the tension between these two…
“We’ve wasted so much time already, not listening to what our heart wants and so we made some decisions that we regret until this day.”
“Neville, just shut up and kiss me!” Her statement was very out of character yet he couldn’t deny her want.
“Your wish is my demand, my love.”
He lifts her up, she wraps her legs around his waist, their faces without putting much effort gets close enough that heat in between could consume anyone, so their lips finally meet for the first yet not for the last time.
The End!
