Rolling around in his clasped embrace, Luna Lovegood was kissing Neville Longbottom with a passion and ardor that Harry would never have imagined of the unflappable, blonde girl. Certainly he had never heard Luna – or anyone, really – moan like that, as the Ravenclaw witch now arched her back and matched the thrust of her new lover's hips as Neville moved on top of her. Sweet Merlin, he had walked in on them shagging.....