Disclaimer: I do not own Luna Lovegood or anything else belonging to JK
Rowling. This is simply fanfiction and only the storyline is mine. I am not
receiving any profit from this.
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Submerged
Little toes dancing in the cold lake. Four feet, twenty toes. Swaying back and forth, occasionally surfacing and dipping back into the freezing water.
But Luna doesn't feel the cold. She feels the presence of who is next to her, and nothing more.
It was a secret. Something no one else knew about besides the two of them. He already had someone to care about. It's not as though anything ever happened.
They'd sit and talk every single night, for hours. Or sometimes they'd just sit.
But Luna imagined differently. She imagined being in a long, pretty gown and him in dress robes, and they'd dance the entire night away in an enormous, decorated ballroom the whole night. He'd go and get punch for her when they got tired, and they'd sit at a white clothed table discussing the overwhelming conflict of Nargles in wizarding households.
And when she fell asleep with her head on his shoulder, he'd stay the night with her, and they'd just sit there, and wake up together before the rest of the castle, and-
"Luna."
"Yes?"
She looks up at him, but he's staring at his knees. He shakes his head, and stands up.
"I'm sorry... sorry."
He turns and leaves her there, her feet still submerged in the icy water. They've stopped swaying.
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Little toes dancing in the cold lake. Two feet, ten toes. Swaying back and forth, occasionally surfacing and dipping back into the freezing water.
Luna feels the cold. She feels the way her feet are shivering, and nothing more.
It had been a secret. Something no one else knew about besides the two of them. He already has someone to care about. It's not as though anything ever happened.
She sits and stares every single night, for hours. Or sometimes she just sits.
She doesn't imagine the pretty dresses and ballrooms anymore.
No more punch, no more talk of Nargles, and no more sleeping on his shoulder.
She doesn't like dancing much, anyway.
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Submerged
Little toes dancing in the cold lake. Four feet, twenty toes. Swaying back and forth, occasionally surfacing and dipping back into the freezing water.
But Luna doesn't feel the cold. She feels the presence of who is next to her, and nothing more.
It was a secret. Something no one else knew about besides the two of them. He already had someone to care about. It's not as though anything ever happened.
They'd sit and talk every single night, for hours. Or sometimes they'd just sit.
But Luna imagined differently. She imagined being in a long, pretty gown and him in dress robes, and they'd dance the entire night away in an enormous, decorated ballroom the whole night. He'd go and get punch for her when they got tired, and they'd sit at a white clothed table discussing the overwhelming conflict of Nargles in wizarding households.
And when she fell asleep with her head on his shoulder, he'd stay the night with her, and they'd just sit there, and wake up together before the rest of the castle, and-
"Luna."
"Yes?"
She looks up at him, but he's staring at his knees. He shakes his head, and stands up.
"I'm sorry... sorry."
He turns and leaves her there, her feet still submerged in the icy water. They've stopped swaying.
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Little toes dancing in the cold lake. Two feet, ten toes. Swaying back and forth, occasionally surfacing and dipping back into the freezing water.
Luna feels the cold. She feels the way her feet are shivering, and nothing more.
It had been a secret. Something no one else knew about besides the two of them. He already has someone to care about. It's not as though anything ever happened.
She sits and stares every single night, for hours. Or sometimes she just sits.
She doesn't imagine the pretty dresses and ballrooms anymore.
No more punch, no more talk of Nargles, and no more sleeping on his shoulder.
She doesn't like dancing much, anyway.