Author's note: This is my first fanfic, though I've written a lot of poems and stories before. My native language is Swedish. Please let me know what you think of the story! I'd be thankful for constructive criticism but all reviews are appreciated!
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CHAPTER ONE - Little moon girl

Luna sat in an armchair in the Ravenclaw common room, trying to read the latest number of The Quibbler. Somehow, she found her thoughts wandering off and she was getting a bit concerned about it. Not that she usually was very focused on just one thing at the time but she had never experienced difficulties reading her fathers newspaper before. When she read the same sentence for the seventh time she gave up and put the paper on the table. Without checking the time she decided to take a quick walk and wandered off, not noticing the questioning looks she received. It was late and soon they weren't allowed to walk around freely in the corridors.
"Loony, it's almost time to.." someone started, but she had already left.

There, in the dark and empty corridor, Luna finally understood what had kept her from concentrate on her reading. She thought at least. One could never know, the mind was a very complex thing and certainly the one of Luna Lovegood. Well, the thing was, recently people from the two other schools participating in the Triwizard Tournament had arrived. They had both made quite an impression. Especially the dancing beauties from the French school. Luna smiled at the memory. Then her smile faded, when she thought about the election. The Goblet of Fire had chosen Victor Krum, Fleur Delacour, Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter! The famous boy was only 14, a year older than herself but three years younger than the rest of the competitors. Luna felt kind of sorry for him. It was a tough competition, she'd heard, and she was sure he didn't put the name in the goblet himself. But still, he was talented and powerful and who knew, maybe he would even win the whole thing.

Luna was snapped back to reality by the sound of someone crying. A girls cry she thought, a faint sound that wasn't really for anyone to hear. Luna didn't hesitate though. She walked towards it and suddenly spotted the back of a light blue outfit. It was one of the Beauxbatons girls.
"Excuse me" Luna said with her most gentle voice.
The girl jumped and turned, her hand reflexively placed at her wand. It was Fleur. Luna found her stunningly beautiful, even now all cried out.
"Pardon..."
Fleur took her hand off the wand and hastily wiped away a few tears. She seemed somewhat embarrassed.
"...I thought I was alone."
"But you shouldn't be alone if you're sad. Then, who would comfort you?" Luna questioned.
"I am afraid there is no comfort for me tonight. I will compete and do so with pride, but right now... Madame Olympe told me earlier today what our first task will be and it frightens me. Also I am ashamed. I have been chosen to fight and I should be brave. I did not want anyone to know I was crying."
It was a terrible amount of words that flushed over her, words with a nice French accent though, and Luna didn't know how to reply. Fleur had stopped crying and was trying to dry her wet cheeks with her sleeves.
"I did not even think of bringing a napkin."
Luna couldn't help giggling.
"It was not actually a joke" Fleur informed, but she did smile as she spoke.

Yeah, she was really smiling. At the matter of fact, she felt better now. Much better. With someone to talk to, someone who listened, someone who made her smile. Even if this someone was just a strange little girl. She didn't even know her name.
"You were right, it feels a lot better now when not alone anymore. What is your name, little girl? I am Fleur, you might already know."
"Yes, I know. And I'm Luna, Luna Lovegood."
"Ah, Luna, it is a beautiful name! Like the moon, and not so different from lune, the French word for it."
"Thanks."

"And your hair is the same colour as la lune, almost glowing. It is très beau."

Luna felt heat rushing to her cheeks. She wasn't blushing, was she? Luna never blushed. Well, almost never. But she did as well notice she was starting to get slightly nervous when meeting the older female's gaze. Because of this she only dared one more glance at Fleur's perfect face before looking down her feet.
"You're beautiful too" she complimented.

For the first time she regretted something she'd said, at least a bit. She couldn't understand why but she thought that maybe the fact that Fleur was older and more skilled and French and all was... No it wasn't that. Luna didn't understand herself. A mix of anxiousness, excitement and admiration surely, but why? Yet she had no answer to that question.

"Thank you, little moon girl."
Fleur smiled again before getting serious.
"I think I should go back now. I really need some sleep."
"It's already that late?" Luna asked, her eyes wide open with surprice.
"Yes, it is getting late. You have to go back to your room as well I suppose?"
Luna had completely forgotten.
"I'm probably late already."
"Then we shall part, and maybe talk again some day" Fleur decided.
Luna nodded.
"Good bye, it was nice talking to you" she said honestly, trying not to blush again.
"Au revoir, la lune" Fleur said and kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you again for cheering me up."

Luna failed her mission of not blushing and watched Fleur walk away. Before disappearing out of Luna's sight, Fleur turned and raised her hand. Luna answered the gesture. Then she was alone, the sound of Fleur's footsteps quickly fading. Once again she remembered that she was late and started to go back. Or more like hop back, dancing lightly through the dark corridors. For some reason she felt extra happy this evening. Fleur probably had something to do with it but Luna didn't know why and at this point she didn't really care either. She was happy and that was all that mattered.