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I:
Mum
Last Kiss
Luna Lovegood is just barely nine when she gets her last kiss from her mother. It's her birthday, in fact, and she's watching her mother pore over an old spellbook, as she often does. Every day, Luna finds herself in their basement, silently observing. She likes watching her mum play with spells.
She doesn't know that this day is going to be different than usual. She doesn't know that this is the last time she'll see her mum.
Alive.
It's nine fifteen in the morning and Luna is curled up on the floor, coloring up a storm in a coloring book and watching her mum intently as she raffles through an old spellbook.
"Baby? Would you bring my wand to me, please?" Luna pulls herself to her feet and grabs her mother's wand from where it had been sitting by her.
"Here you go, Mama." She hands it to her mother and gets a kiss on the head for thank you.
Only seven minutes later, her mother is killed.
II
Neville:
She's thirteen, still adjusting to her new curves and the way her male schoolmates look at her, when Luna gets her first kiss from a boy.
And it's Neville Longbottom.
She's walking barefoot through the halls, looking for her shoes again, when he comes up to her.
"Need any help, Luna?"
She smiles shyly at him. They weren't exactly friends, but they were on a first name basis with each other. He had helped her find her shoes and other items since her first year.
"That's okay, Neville," Luna says airily, blinking big silver eyes at him. "I'll find them soon. The Nargles will help me, I'm sure."
He shoots her a look then shakes his head. "Whatever you say, Luna." He hastates for a second before he gives her a quick peck on the check before disappearing down the corridor.
Luna lifts a hand to her cheek and smiles.
III
Draco:
Her next one is during her sixth year.
Cleaning a smudge of food from her shirt, and talking to the young ghost called Moaning Myrtle, she doesn't expect him to stumble into the bathroom, disheveled and bloodied. His eyes are wild and bloodshot and shining with pure terror. Myrtle stops talking.
Seemingly, he doesn't expect to see Luna here either, because he looks rather panicked. She wonders if he realizes that this is the girls' bathroom.
She stares at him.
He stares back.
Silence stretches over the bathroom.
She doesn't say anything as she walks over and brushes her lips across his cheek, a silent way of comforting, and then slips out of the bathroom.
Nine years after this, they're still on speaking terms.
IV:
Harry
He's leaving.
To go find Horcruxes and save the world.
She would never admit it but she was scared for him. For him and Ron and Hermione.
Holding his hand tightly, she says, "Harry, promise you'll be careful?"
He smiles at her but doesn't reply and it breaks her heart.
Standing on her tiptoes, she presses her lips firmly against his cool cheek before she whispers, "Don't worry, Harry. The Nargles will look out for you."
And they do.
V:
Rolf
"And do you, Luna Lovegood take Rolf Scamander as your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do." The words tremble from her mouth. Butterflies float around in her stomach and her palms sweat.
Rolf smiles down at her and her heart melts into a pile of goo.
"And do you, Rolf Scamander take Luna Lovegood as your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do."
"You may kiss the bride."
His lips press against hers and for a moment, everything is forgotten.
This is for Zhie and Listen, who are amazing and awesomesauce. I love you two so very much. :3