Pink Moon
Wrote this last night in a bout of semi-insomnia.
Pink Moon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: Humor
Prompt: Silly Old Moon
Pairing: Luna/Draco
Summary: After a late night astrology lesson, Draco wonders how she's able to stay awake the next morning.
Dedication:
evil_little_dog
A/N: Title inspired by Nick Drake because he's awesome.
Early mornings never suited him well, his sleep always interrupted by the damn noise of a stupid alarm.
He didn’t understand how she could be so damned chipper in the morning. Even from across the room, one Draco Malfoy found Luna Lovegood beyond all limits of obnoxiousness.
His fingers combed through his sleep mussed hair, pulling slightly at the roots in sheer exasperation. A brief look around and he could clearly see the exhaustion on his classmates’ faces, their heads bobbing, barely snapping awake in short intervals. It was little consolation seeing his eternal rival, Harry Potter, just as dazed from lack of rest.
The astrology lesson the night before had wiped out everyone’s energy, rendering them barely able to keep their heads off the table top.
He hated the way she savored a cup of tea, always sweetened with two lumps of sugar, though he was unsure of why he retained that meaningless factoid in his memory.
Still, nothing seemed to shake off that dreamy stupor that always permeated her eyes. His fingers tightened into a closed fist.
His handwriting qualified as undiscovered hieroglyphics as he scribbled half heartedly in his notebook. As he peeled one eyelid open between thumb and forefinger, she was sitting across the aisle, wide awake.
An unintelligible grunt was barely an answer when he was asked a question.
“Incorrect, Mr. Malfoy,” Professor Flitwick said. “Does anyone know the answer to the proper way of casting a flying charm?”
A lone hand shot up in the air, waiting to be called. As usual, Hermione Granger was ignored.
“Let’s have someone else answer for a change, hmm?” Flitwick replied. “Miss Lovegood, could you tell us?”
His face leaned on his palm, a frown darkening his eyes. Dreamy blue eyes glanced away from the ceiling.
“Maintaining eye contact,” Luna responded and continued to stare into an upward corner.
“Correct.”
Draco growled quietly to himself. He stepped out after class, leaning near the doorframe as the crowd thinned out. He rubbed his eyes in frustration, attempting to snap out of his stupor.
“Looks like the silly old moon has got you down,” a voice advised him.
He looked up, immediately irritated. It was just like her to say the most nonsensical things. He doubted he would ever be fluent in Luna-speak.
“What?” he ground out through gritted teeth.
“The moon’s phases affect sleep patterns, didn’t you know?” she said with that usual factual tone.
“We had an astrology lesson that lasted all night,” he reminded her flatly.
Despite his eyes refusing to stay open, he could see that same vague smile on her lips. He could blame the exhaustion for making his vision so bad, but the angle of her face and the lighting made for a very interesting change in her appearance. She was actually kind of (but not quite) pretty.
“How the hell is it that you’re able to be awake?” he asked.
"The pink moon was last night,” she responded airily, as though it were obvious. His eyes snapped open without any help from his fingertips.
“Huh?” was his intelligent rebuttal.
“You’re supposed to take naps during the day because the pink moon wakes up nargles at night and make a lot of noise to disrupt people's sleep,” she said before turning on her heel to go to the next class. “You’d know that if you read the almanac section in this months’ Quibbler.”
He rubbed his palm to his forehead, but scribbled a note on the margin of a page to get a subscription and banged his forehead against the desk twice.
Pink Moon
Fandom: Harry Potter
Genre: Humor
Prompt: Silly Old Moon
Pairing: Luna/Draco
Summary: After a late night astrology lesson, Draco wonders how she's able to stay awake the next morning.
Dedication:
evil_little_dog
A/N: Title inspired by Nick Drake because he's awesome.
Early mornings never suited him well, his sleep always interrupted by the damn noise of a stupid alarm.
He didn’t understand how she could be so damned chipper in the morning. Even from across the room, one Draco Malfoy found Luna Lovegood beyond all limits of obnoxiousness.
His fingers combed through his sleep mussed hair, pulling slightly at the roots in sheer exasperation. A brief look around and he could clearly see the exhaustion on his classmates’ faces, their heads bobbing, barely snapping awake in short intervals. It was little consolation seeing his eternal rival, Harry Potter, just as dazed from lack of rest.
The astrology lesson the night before had wiped out everyone’s energy, rendering them barely able to keep their heads off the table top.
He hated the way she savored a cup of tea, always sweetened with two lumps of sugar, though he was unsure of why he retained that meaningless factoid in his memory.
Still, nothing seemed to shake off that dreamy stupor that always permeated her eyes. His fingers tightened into a closed fist.
His handwriting qualified as undiscovered hieroglyphics as he scribbled half heartedly in his notebook. As he peeled one eyelid open between thumb and forefinger, she was sitting across the aisle, wide awake.
An unintelligible grunt was barely an answer when he was asked a question.
“Incorrect, Mr. Malfoy,” Professor Flitwick said. “Does anyone know the answer to the proper way of casting a flying charm?”
A lone hand shot up in the air, waiting to be called. As usual, Hermione Granger was ignored.
“Let’s have someone else answer for a change, hmm?” Flitwick replied. “Miss Lovegood, could you tell us?”
His face leaned on his palm, a frown darkening his eyes. Dreamy blue eyes glanced away from the ceiling.
“Maintaining eye contact,” Luna responded and continued to stare into an upward corner.
“Correct.”
Draco growled quietly to himself. He stepped out after class, leaning near the doorframe as the crowd thinned out. He rubbed his eyes in frustration, attempting to snap out of his stupor.
“Looks like the silly old moon has got you down,” a voice advised him.
He looked up, immediately irritated. It was just like her to say the most nonsensical things. He doubted he would ever be fluent in Luna-speak.
“What?” he ground out through gritted teeth.
“The moon’s phases affect sleep patterns, didn’t you know?” she said with that usual factual tone.
“We had an astrology lesson that lasted all night,” he reminded her flatly.
Despite his eyes refusing to stay open, he could see that same vague smile on her lips. He could blame the exhaustion for making his vision so bad, but the angle of her face and the lighting made for a very interesting change in her appearance. She was actually kind of (but not quite) pretty.
“How the hell is it that you’re able to be awake?” he asked.
"The pink moon was last night,” she responded airily, as though it were obvious. His eyes snapped open without any help from his fingertips.
“Huh?” was his intelligent rebuttal.
“You’re supposed to take naps during the day because the pink moon wakes up nargles at night and make a lot of noise to disrupt people's sleep,” she said before turning on her heel to go to the next class. “You’d know that if you read the almanac section in this months’ Quibbler.”
He rubbed his palm to his forehead, but scribbled a note on the margin of a page to get a subscription and banged his forehead against the desk twice.