Fic: Tangible (Luna/Hermoine, Harry Potter Drabble)
Title: Tangible
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Luna Lovegood/Hermoine Granger
Summary: "Proof, proof, is that all you care about? What about just worrying about the idea? The thought? Are those meaningless because you can't hold them? Can run your fingers over them? Can't hold them to you? Does that really mean they're not important?"
Warnings: Teeny bit of fluff and hinted femslash.
Rated: K
Word Count: 500
"Luna, there is nothing there," Hermoine's exasperated voice broke the silence as she turned her head, furrowing at the sight of the Ravenclaw girl with her eyes closed and hands running along a tree.
The small clearing Luna led them to was filled with overgrown white flowers that Hermoine had an inkling were poisonous and it was getting dark. The chilly air was already making her anxious, let alone the thought of something in the Forest hearing two srumptious girls walking around. Her robes couldn't hide her shiver and she scooted a foot closer to Luna as she glanced around nervously.
Luna glanced back, doe-like eyes taking in Hermoine's apparent distress. "There is. You just never relax enough to notice. Just breathe a little and take it all in. I'm sure even you'd be able to understand if you just concentrated."
"I don't even know what we're looking for," frustration laced the Prefect's voice, "You have no idea how irrating this is for me."
"Oh, I'm sure I have an idea," Luna said smiling, "Believe me, I have an idea. It's you who's lacking the ideas, you know. So paper cut out when you could be so amazing if you could take the film off of your eyes for a little while."
A blush spread along Hermoine's cheeks as she turned, eyes down.
Luna stepped forward and placed a finger to Hermoine's cheek, startling the brunette.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Pulse quickening, Hermoine's breathing hitched as she stepped back against one of the dark, mossy trees.
"Found one," Luna replied dreamily as she pulled back her pale hand, fingertip aglow with a soft, blue light. She looked at Hermoine from across her hand and her lips quipped up, amused at the look on Hermoine's face.
"They do exist," Hermoine exhaled softly, but the firefly spread it's wings and took off, anyway. "Well, I for one am surprised," she admitted, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Hermoine," Luna started, eyes locking on her's, "That's the problem. You always need things to be so concrete and tangible. Just because something isn't visible doesn't mean it's not there."
"You always worry and think about things that you don't even have an proof of," Hermoine countered, tone defensive as she regarded Luna.
"Proof, proof, is that all you care about? What about just worrying about the idea? The thought? Are those meaningless because you can't hold them? Can run your fingers over them? Can't hold them to you? Does that really mean they're not important?"
Luna stepped closer and brushed her nose softly against Hermoine's. "There are all these great things lurking around. And you may think I'm silly for always looking for them, but I think you're pretty foolish, you know, because if I find something because I had faith in it, it makes me really happy. And you're missing out."
Stepping back, the blonde took one last look at the stunned brunette leaning against the tree, "Just have some faith in those things you can't see," and turned to go back to the Castle.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Luna Lovegood/Hermoine Granger
Summary: "Proof, proof, is that all you care about? What about just worrying about the idea? The thought? Are those meaningless because you can't hold them? Can run your fingers over them? Can't hold them to you? Does that really mean they're not important?"
Warnings: Teeny bit of fluff and hinted femslash.
Rated: K
Word Count: 500
"Luna, there is nothing there," Hermoine's exasperated voice broke the silence as she turned her head, furrowing at the sight of the Ravenclaw girl with her eyes closed and hands running along a tree.
The small clearing Luna led them to was filled with overgrown white flowers that Hermoine had an inkling were poisonous and it was getting dark. The chilly air was already making her anxious, let alone the thought of something in the Forest hearing two srumptious girls walking around. Her robes couldn't hide her shiver and she scooted a foot closer to Luna as she glanced around nervously.
Luna glanced back, doe-like eyes taking in Hermoine's apparent distress. "There is. You just never relax enough to notice. Just breathe a little and take it all in. I'm sure even you'd be able to understand if you just concentrated."
"I don't even know what we're looking for," frustration laced the Prefect's voice, "You have no idea how irrating this is for me."
"Oh, I'm sure I have an idea," Luna said smiling, "Believe me, I have an idea. It's you who's lacking the ideas, you know. So paper cut out when you could be so amazing if you could take the film off of your eyes for a little while."
A blush spread along Hermoine's cheeks as she turned, eyes down.
Luna stepped forward and placed a finger to Hermoine's cheek, startling the brunette.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Pulse quickening, Hermoine's breathing hitched as she stepped back against one of the dark, mossy trees.
"Found one," Luna replied dreamily as she pulled back her pale hand, fingertip aglow with a soft, blue light. She looked at Hermoine from across her hand and her lips quipped up, amused at the look on Hermoine's face.
"They do exist," Hermoine exhaled softly, but the firefly spread it's wings and took off, anyway. "Well, I for one am surprised," she admitted, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Hermoine," Luna started, eyes locking on her's, "That's the problem. You always need things to be so concrete and tangible. Just because something isn't visible doesn't mean it's not there."
"You always worry and think about things that you don't even have an proof of," Hermoine countered, tone defensive as she regarded Luna.
"Proof, proof, is that all you care about? What about just worrying about the idea? The thought? Are those meaningless because you can't hold them? Can run your fingers over them? Can't hold them to you? Does that really mean they're not important?"
Luna stepped closer and brushed her nose softly against Hermoine's. "There are all these great things lurking around. And you may think I'm silly for always looking for them, but I think you're pretty foolish, you know, because if I find something because I had faith in it, it makes me really happy. And you're missing out."
Stepping back, the blonde took one last look at the stunned brunette leaning against the tree, "Just have some faith in those things you can't see," and turned to go back to the Castle.