"He loved her too much to tell her, and it hurt. It hurt like Voldemort's wand was stabbing his poor heart instead of cursing him dead. It hurt like Nagini was eating out his brain and a fire - a very painful one - was coursing through his veins, consuming every fiber of his being." Neville-centric. Neville/Luna. Cursing.

"She hates to see him go. She hates to see him, staggering away from her, not taking a second look back. She hates that she can't do anything for him, or that he doesn't let her do anything for him, because he hates her." A sort of Druna fic, kind of. Also a song fic. Spoilers for Deathly Hallows.