Under the Apple Trees
Title: Under the Apple Trees
Pairing: Hermione/Luna
Rating: G
Word Count: 459
Summary: Luna had been discovery, ever since they first met.
Note: For
magicmumu and her prompt, and just because I miss writing for her so much.
Hermione had never been in a place like this before, and that within itself was utterly thrilling to her.
Luna had been discovery, ever since they first met-Luna was different and unique and totally, completely new. At first, Hermione didn’t know what to make of that, didn’t know what to make of her stories, theories, her radish earrings and her butterbeer corked necklace. Hell, she didn’t know what to make of anything Luna said or did, not even when Luna kissed her for the first time that early day in May.
“You worry too much,” Luna tells her under the shade of an apple tree, and Hermione knows it’s true-she did worry too much about her career and her friends since she graduated from Hogwarts and she did worry too much about what would become of her now that she wasn’t fighting Voldemort. The aspect, concept of moving on from that life was terrifying to her.
“I know,” Hermione replies in a sigh, her index finger running down the spine of her book. She was finding it difficult to meet Luna’s eyes.
“You should try something to help you relax.” Luna stated simply, scooting closer to her friend. They were sitting across from each other in the cool grass and when Luna put her legs under Hermione’s arms and next to her sides, the brunette lifted her arms without knowing what to do until Luna was kissing her and the world disappeared.
She didn’t think about it just then (and that was a miracle, she thought later, because she always over thought everything) but her hands moved up Luna’s forearms and onto her shoulders, grasping, pulling her closer but this was what she needed. Luna was what she needed.
Hermione knew that by now, by fall, she should know what to say to Luna about everything. She should know what to say about her kisses and the flowers she brought home for no reason, she should know what to say about her overnight stays and
her chocolate cakes. But there was only one thing she was certain of, though only tickles would force her to admit this.
She had always been a little bit in love with her. Hermione had always been in love with the way that Luna knew, and was positive, was sure. That was a solidity that no one had ever given her and she couldn’t stay away from something that felt so grounded and still made her feel like she was flying.
She doesn’t know when it happened or how it happened; in the midst of all the years and moments under apple trees, Hermione had come to fall in love with everything else and sometimes she thinks that’s all life is about.