Title: Daisy Chains

Author: OverFlowingBox

Pairing: Luna/Fred

Daisy Chains

Luna Lovegood sat alone at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall. She spun the shiny silver spoon in her delicate fingers, watching her reflection. She was convinced that she could see her own Wrackspurts without her Spectra glasses. But then again, it could just be the light. She set the piece of silverware down on the dark wood of the table and rested her blonde head on her hand.

She sighed loudly and closed her eyes. She began imagining a certain red headed twin talking to her. The last time they'd actually said anything to each other was in the Department of Mysteries the previous year, and it hadn't even been conversation. More like a yell to run, or to watch out. Images passed across her closed eyelids.

Luna admitted to herself that she wasn't one to have a crush. She never really wanted to date anyone, not even Fred Weasley, who had been her secret obsession for almost a month now. She just liked to daydream. She did, however, acknowledged the fact that she had a crush on Fred. She'd never thought it would happen, but it had.

She was just in the middle of a particularly good daydream, one that included sitting out on the grounds with said red head and making daisy chains. She was just placing hers on Fred's head, when a classmate pulled her from her dream. "Um, Loony, I mean Luna? What was the Charms paper on?" a fellow Ravenclaw girl asked. Luna opened her wide eyes.

"I don't remember," she replied. The other girl sighed unhappily and walked off. Luna watched her go, and then picked up the spoon again. She stared at her reflection as the wide double doors burst open. A familiar laugh floated smoothly to her ears and she looked up. Fred was walking over to the Gryffindor table, a girl on both arms. One of the girls was holding a small white flower, which she placed in Fred's hand. He smiled at her and pushed the small flower into Luna's free hand as he marched past. She held it up to her eye level. It was a daisy. It was quite sad, too, with its delicate petals wilting. She placed it to her nose and smelled it; it had a wonderful scent.

She placed the small flower into her cup of water and closed her eyes. It was only a small flower. It wasn't even given to her as a gift, just shoved thoughtlessly into her open hand. But if that was the case, why was her heart pounding so?

It was a sunny, clear day. A few white, cotton-like clouds dotted the sky. The daydreamer with long blonde hair sat under a large, shady tree and watched as one of two red headed twins came running towards her, his arms outstretched and eyes toward the sky. A light blue ball landed in his hands. He skidded to a stop, his long, red hair windblown and covering his eyes. He smiled at the blonde and threw the ball back to Dean Thomas.

Ignoring loud protests from his best friend, Fred sat down next to Luna. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to the object in her hand. Luna looked down at a small chain of flowers she held in her gentle grasp. She hadn't remembered making one, but then again, she hardly remembered most things.

"A daisy chain," she replied simply. Fred took the chain of small, white flowers out of her hand and examined them closely. Luna smiled softly and looked down at her porcelain hands. She didn't feel like herself; she felt awake. She felt something brush across her hair and noticed that Fred was putting the daisy chain around her neck. She looked up and her wide blue eyes met his deep green ones. His face was close; she could feel his soft breath on her cheeks. Their noses touched and she closed her eyes.

There was a tap on her shoulder. "Luna," a girl's voice floated to her ears. She ignored it.

"Luna."

This time the girl shook her shoulder. She tried to ignore it again, but this time, the voice was much louder and the shaking much stronger. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes. Luna found herself staring at a black robe and a stack of books. She blinked and sat up. Her dormitory had never looked so bland to her. It must be the Nargles turning everything grey.

The girl who had woken her up put a hand her hip. "You're going to be late," she informed Luna. The girl turned and walked away.

Luna glided over to the window and stared out over the grounds. The sun was just rising over the horizon and she knew it was going to be a sunny, clear day.

She looked back towards her nightstand, where a small daisy sat in a glass of water. She picked it up and set it on the windowsill. Maybe she could go outside to collect more flowers after class.

Will most likely continue this. Thanks for reading and please look forward to more.