BlaiseLuna. Also written for the Valentine Drabble Collection Competition.
"I don't think the professors want us out here."
Blaise squeezed Luna's hand tighter, as if afraid she'd walk away without another word. "How else do they expect us to watch the stars?"
"I believe that is what the Astronomy Tower is for," Luna told him thoughtfully.
"Yeah, but this way the view is unrestricted," Blaise insisted. "Here, help me with the blanket."
She complied, looking at the blanket thoughtfully, and then blinked up at the stars. Blaise plopped down on the blanket, lying on his back and staring up at the beautiful girl who was not currently curled up by his side.
"Luna." She blinked at him, and he patted the space beside him. She smiled and sank down, resting her head on his stomach.
The silence stretched between them comfortably, and neither of them reached for their textbooks.
"Twinkle, twinkle little star," she mumbled. "How I wonder what you are." He chuckled a little, low and deep, hardly surprised. She smiled as her head vibrated with his vocal chords.
"Very poetic," he commented.
"It's a Muggle nursery rhyme," she told him.
"Of course it is."
"Hmm. If you connect the dots, they create Howgarts," Luna commented happily. "Oh, look! There's us, walking up the path!" She pointed. Blaise squinted and tilted his head until his neck hurt, but he couldn't see it.
Luna could find the paths in the stars, because he was perfectly content to lay there with his fingers tangled in her hair.
"Should we start?" she asked after a bit of silence.
"Nah, girl, we need to appreciate the stars first," he told her.
She had taken the time to do just that when she was eight, but she thought maybe she wouldn't mind doing it again. As long as Blaise was so eager to, anyway.