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Title: Untitled
Pairing: Harry/Luna
Prompt: Harry/Luna; a full moon
Rating: PG13
Warnings: gag-worthy fluff; bring a bucket
Notes: Another for hp_humpdrabbles -- this is a fun way to get back into things :D
"Luna?" Harry rubbed his bleary eyes and groped blindly at the nightstand, searching for his glasses. Shoving them clumsily onto his face, he peered into the silvery light filtering through the curtains.
"Oh, hello," Luna said mildly, staring up from the floor, where she was crouched naked beside his bed in a shimmery puddle of moonbeams. "Did I wake you?" There was no apology in her voice.
"Well, yes," Harry said, "but it's all right." Since adjusting his wards to allow her to come and go as she pleased, Harry had woken to more than one surprise. Not that he minded, generally, though the morning he had found his entire flat rearranged (necessary once per year, she had told him, though she had, uncharacteristically, refused to tell him why) had been a bit disconcerting. "What are you doing?" He swung his legs over the side and eased himself onto the floor to kneel beside her.
"The moon is full," Luna said, as though he ought to know what that meant.
"I know..." Harry began, wracking his fuzzy brain to figure out whether they had had this conversation before. Not much annoyed Luna, but she didn't like having to explain things more than once to him. You're the only one who takes me seriously, she had said, so it's important that you pay attention.
"I'm naked," she said, in the same expectant tone.
Harry grinned and wrapped an errant strand of her hair around one of his fingers. "I noticed."
Luna tucked her wand behind her ear and smiled back. "You like to have sex with the lights on," she said, reaching towards the window and pulling back the curtain.
Harry laughed now in earnest, tickling the end of her nose with her hair. "Yes," he said, shifting to accommodate her as she scooted closer and insinuated herself under one of his arms. "Yes, I do. But what on earth were you doing on the floor?"
"Oh," Luna said, "I thought there was a crinkwidgeon under your bed, but I think it was just you snoring."
Pairing: Harry/Luna
Prompt: Harry/Luna; a full moon
Rating: PG13
Warnings: gag-worthy fluff; bring a bucket
Notes: Another for hp_humpdrabbles -- this is a fun way to get back into things :D
"Luna?" Harry rubbed his bleary eyes and groped blindly at the nightstand, searching for his glasses. Shoving them clumsily onto his face, he peered into the silvery light filtering through the curtains.
"Oh, hello," Luna said mildly, staring up from the floor, where she was crouched naked beside his bed in a shimmery puddle of moonbeams. "Did I wake you?" There was no apology in her voice.
"Well, yes," Harry said, "but it's all right." Since adjusting his wards to allow her to come and go as she pleased, Harry had woken to more than one surprise. Not that he minded, generally, though the morning he had found his entire flat rearranged (necessary once per year, she had told him, though she had, uncharacteristically, refused to tell him why) had been a bit disconcerting. "What are you doing?" He swung his legs over the side and eased himself onto the floor to kneel beside her.
"The moon is full," Luna said, as though he ought to know what that meant.
"I know..." Harry began, wracking his fuzzy brain to figure out whether they had had this conversation before. Not much annoyed Luna, but she didn't like having to explain things more than once to him. You're the only one who takes me seriously, she had said, so it's important that you pay attention.
"I'm naked," she said, in the same expectant tone.
Harry grinned and wrapped an errant strand of her hair around one of his fingers. "I noticed."
Luna tucked her wand behind her ear and smiled back. "You like to have sex with the lights on," she said, reaching towards the window and pulling back the curtain.
Harry laughed now in earnest, tickling the end of her nose with her hair. "Yes," he said, shifting to accommodate her as she scooted closer and insinuated herself under one of his arms. "Yes, I do. But what on earth were you doing on the floor?"
"Oh," Luna said, "I thought there was a crinkwidgeon under your bed, but I think it was just you snoring."