Not Flying by Luvscharlie
"Please."
"I told you, Charlie, I don't fly."
"I'll make it so you feel like if you reach out you can touch the moon."
Lavender snorted. "I like my view of the moon just fine with my feet touching the ground, thank you very much."
Charlie pouted. "If you love me, you'll—"
"You know that never works, right?"
"Lav, don't be a joy kill. It will be romantic." Charlie waggled his eyebrows.
"Really? Because I find nothing romantic about falling from a broom and plummeting hundreds of feet to my untimely death."
"You're not changing your mind then?"
"No."
Fin.
A/N: Originally Written for the HP Alphabet Het Challenge M is for Moon. All drabbles for the Alphabet Challenge must be exactly 100 words.
