Harry Potter: "Winter Campout," Luna Lovegood, PG
Title: Winter Campout
Author: greenschist
Character: Luna Lovegood (Luna/Harry)
Word Count: 397
Rating: PG
Summary: Luna didn't bring Harry out here to discuss magical zoology.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: For prompt #02 Forest. Originally posted at dyno_drabbles.
Harry hugged Luna against his chest and watched their campfire's light dance on the snow while her dreamy voice surrounded them.
"…and now reindeer are associated with Father Christmas instead of thestrals." Luna turned in his arms until she could see his face. "It's too bad, don't you think? Thestrals need the good press. The reindeer certainly didn't; everyone already likes them."
Harry bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. "I guess so."
She smiled, and Harry admired the way her skin glowed in the firelight and the way snowflakes shone like tiny prisms in her long hair.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?" he asked, distracted by her lips. There was a snowflake rapidly turning to water near the corner of her mouth, and if he kissed her there-
"I'm sorry if I'm boring you. Not everyone is as interested in magical zoology as I am."
Startled, Harry collected his thoughts. "I am interested. Really! And you could never be boring, Luna."
She smiled more brightly. "What a nice thing to say." Turning toward the fire, she settled against his chest again, picking up his hands.
"I hope I'm not boring you. Harry kept his eyes on her rainbow-colored mittens.
Luna pondered his words. A burning log shifted and sent sparks flying toward the winter sky. "I'm not bored," she said finally. "Why would you worry about that?"
"I'm just not that interesting. I never know what to say. Since the war, well…" he stumbled over his words, "it's like people expect me to be smoother." He blushed, remembering his last interview over the Wireless. George had counted 37 "er"s and 22 "um"s in the first five minutes.
Luna nestled more closely. "I think you're interesting, Harry, and not because you're a hero. I'm happy no one's trying to kill you anymore."
"Thanks. Me, too." He rubbed his thumb over hers.
"Do you know why I invited you on a winter campout?" She turned her head until her forehead rested against his jaw, and Harry hoped she couldn't feel him gulp air in reaction.
"I love campfires in the snow. They're romantic." Her breath warmed his throat. "I wanted to share something romantic with you. I'd very much like to kiss you," she whispered. "Is that all right?"
He nodded and made an inarticulate sound when her lips touched his, snowflake-soft and hot as a winter's fire.
Author: greenschist
Character: Luna Lovegood (Luna/Harry)
Word Count: 397
Rating: PG
Summary: Luna didn't bring Harry out here to discuss magical zoology.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: For prompt #02 Forest. Originally posted at dyno_drabbles.
Harry hugged Luna against his chest and watched their campfire's light dance on the snow while her dreamy voice surrounded them.
"…and now reindeer are associated with Father Christmas instead of thestrals." Luna turned in his arms until she could see his face. "It's too bad, don't you think? Thestrals need the good press. The reindeer certainly didn't; everyone already likes them."
Harry bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. "I guess so."
She smiled, and Harry admired the way her skin glowed in the firelight and the way snowflakes shone like tiny prisms in her long hair.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?" he asked, distracted by her lips. There was a snowflake rapidly turning to water near the corner of her mouth, and if he kissed her there-
"I'm sorry if I'm boring you. Not everyone is as interested in magical zoology as I am."
Startled, Harry collected his thoughts. "I am interested. Really! And you could never be boring, Luna."
She smiled more brightly. "What a nice thing to say." Turning toward the fire, she settled against his chest again, picking up his hands.
"I hope I'm not boring you. Harry kept his eyes on her rainbow-colored mittens.
Luna pondered his words. A burning log shifted and sent sparks flying toward the winter sky. "I'm not bored," she said finally. "Why would you worry about that?"
"I'm just not that interesting. I never know what to say. Since the war, well…" he stumbled over his words, "it's like people expect me to be smoother." He blushed, remembering his last interview over the Wireless. George had counted 37 "er"s and 22 "um"s in the first five minutes.
Luna nestled more closely. "I think you're interesting, Harry, and not because you're a hero. I'm happy no one's trying to kill you anymore."
"Thanks. Me, too." He rubbed his thumb over hers.
"Do you know why I invited you on a winter campout?" She turned her head until her forehead rested against his jaw, and Harry hoped she couldn't feel him gulp air in reaction.
"I love campfires in the snow. They're romantic." Her breath warmed his throat. "I wanted to share something romantic with you. I'd very much like to kiss you," she whispered. "Is that all right?"
He nodded and made an inarticulate sound when her lips touched his, snowflake-soft and hot as a winter's fire.