On the Ceiling
title: On the Ceiling
rating: G
pairing: Harry/Luna
words: 553
summary: Harry finds Luna on the ceiling.
notes: Just something I wrote to try my hand at a different pov. I've never written Luna from her perspective before, so do tell me how I did!
Luna giggled through her fingers. She tried hard not to, but it had slipped out like a minnow through her fingers. She was just having too much fun to keep quiet so that the others wouldn’t find her.
“Luna?”
She bit her lip hard, but her giggles exploded out of her as a full blown laugh. Tears streamed out of her eyes to run up and into her eyebrows, a rather peculiar feeling that was much preferable to tears in her ears.
“Luna?” She looked up, or down rather if one wanted to be particular about it, and saw Harry stared at her with his head cocked to one side.
She swallowed the remainder of her giggles. “You found me!” She wiped her tear-streaked forehead and grinned broadly as his confusion. It scrunched up his face in a cute way.
“Luna,” he asked slowly, “how’d you get up on the ceiling?”
“I walked,” she told him seriously. Really, he was so silly sometimes.
“Oh, of course. Stupid me,” he said.
Luna stared at Harry, copying his actions and cocking her head to the side. “Well, are you going to come up? It’s part of playing Sardines; you have to hide with me.”
Harry grinned a weird, twisty grin. It may have been wry. “How d’you suppose I do that?”
Luna stopped short in her reply, and then giggled to herself. “Silly me, I forgot you didn’t have Fred and George’s sticky shoes on.”
Harry chuckled. “No, I seemed to have forgotten mine.”
“That is very unfortunate. Should I come down then, since you can’t come up?” she asked pleasantly.
“Sure.”
Luna pulled out her wand, bending down, or up, to give each shoe a quick tap. With a loud squelch, they pulled away from the ceiling and floated her gently down to the floor again. Until she collided with Harry.
She smiled serenely, despite the rough landing, at him laying under her. He looked a little like a discarded puppet, and she supposed it would be polite to get off of him, but he was really too warm and comfortable to want to.
“I rather liked it up on the ceiling. Everything looked different and new.”
Harry propped himself up on his elbows and regarded her. “You looked rather funny on the ceiling, with your hair hanging down two feet and your face bright red.”
She smiled and reached out to touch his cheek. “Like your face?” she wondered.
Harry’s eyes darted away. “Er, I suppose.” Luna couldn’t stifle her giggles, again. There were, she decided as she lay on top of him just a few inches from his nose, many things that made him look cute.
So she pecked him on the cheek and hopped to her feet. “Shall we find a new hiding spot until someone else finds me?”
She saw Harry swallow and shake his head slightly and wondered what made him act so peculiar. She suspected it was the peck. Her daddy did always say that kisses from girls made boys a bit dotty. She also suspected she rather liked have such an effect on boys.
“Come on then,” she said eagerly. She pulled him to his feet, and he righted his glasses to look at her properly. “I don’t think they’ll look for us on the roof.”
rating: G
pairing: Harry/Luna
words: 553
summary: Harry finds Luna on the ceiling.
notes: Just something I wrote to try my hand at a different pov. I've never written Luna from her perspective before, so do tell me how I did!
Luna giggled through her fingers. She tried hard not to, but it had slipped out like a minnow through her fingers. She was just having too much fun to keep quiet so that the others wouldn’t find her.
“Luna?”
She bit her lip hard, but her giggles exploded out of her as a full blown laugh. Tears streamed out of her eyes to run up and into her eyebrows, a rather peculiar feeling that was much preferable to tears in her ears.
“Luna?” She looked up, or down rather if one wanted to be particular about it, and saw Harry stared at her with his head cocked to one side.
She swallowed the remainder of her giggles. “You found me!” She wiped her tear-streaked forehead and grinned broadly as his confusion. It scrunched up his face in a cute way.
“Luna,” he asked slowly, “how’d you get up on the ceiling?”
“I walked,” she told him seriously. Really, he was so silly sometimes.
“Oh, of course. Stupid me,” he said.
Luna stared at Harry, copying his actions and cocking her head to the side. “Well, are you going to come up? It’s part of playing Sardines; you have to hide with me.”
Harry grinned a weird, twisty grin. It may have been wry. “How d’you suppose I do that?”
Luna stopped short in her reply, and then giggled to herself. “Silly me, I forgot you didn’t have Fred and George’s sticky shoes on.”
Harry chuckled. “No, I seemed to have forgotten mine.”
“That is very unfortunate. Should I come down then, since you can’t come up?” she asked pleasantly.
“Sure.”
Luna pulled out her wand, bending down, or up, to give each shoe a quick tap. With a loud squelch, they pulled away from the ceiling and floated her gently down to the floor again. Until she collided with Harry.
She smiled serenely, despite the rough landing, at him laying under her. He looked a little like a discarded puppet, and she supposed it would be polite to get off of him, but he was really too warm and comfortable to want to.
“I rather liked it up on the ceiling. Everything looked different and new.”
Harry propped himself up on his elbows and regarded her. “You looked rather funny on the ceiling, with your hair hanging down two feet and your face bright red.”
She smiled and reached out to touch his cheek. “Like your face?” she wondered.
Harry’s eyes darted away. “Er, I suppose.” Luna couldn’t stifle her giggles, again. There were, she decided as she lay on top of him just a few inches from his nose, many things that made him look cute.
So she pecked him on the cheek and hopped to her feet. “Shall we find a new hiding spot until someone else finds me?”
She saw Harry swallow and shake his head slightly and wondered what made him act so peculiar. She suspected it was the peck. Her daddy did always say that kisses from girls made boys a bit dotty. She also suspected she rather liked have such an effect on boys.
“Come on then,” she said eagerly. She pulled him to his feet, and he righted his glasses to look at her properly. “I don’t think they’ll look for us on the roof.”