I don't really know what to call this, since it's too long to be a drabble, and too short to be a proper fic. Anyway, I wrote this for The Luna Challenge on the HPFC.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.
"Hey Teddy! Teddy, guess what?" Teddy turned around at the sound of his 15 year old friend's voice. She ran toward him, graceful despite her being only 1/8 veela. The sun hit her hair, causing an pink-orange glow around her. He was reminded of her mother Fleur in her wedding pictures and had to remind himself that although Victoire was gorgeous, she still was practically his cousin. Which he hated. The girl of his dreams was right in front of him and he couldn't do anything about it. "Tante Luna told me zat dere are creatures called wrackspurts! We should find dem!"
He sniggered, "Wrackspurts? That sounds perverted."
She smacked him. "Teddy! Zey are creatures zat float inside your head and make your brain go fuzzy. It appears zat you 'ave zem!"
He looked at her, realizing something. "Hey, Veevee," she glared at him for the use of the accursed nickname. "Why do you have a french accent right now?"
She groaned and grumbled, "Maman just went to France, and came back with an accent. Now I 'ave it too."
He mulled it over, "Oh. It's kind of hot."
She smacked him again, "Teddy! You must really have zey Wrackspurts if you are saying things like zat."
He smirked, "Well how do you get rid of them?"
She grinned evilly, "Well Tante Luna said that Wrackspurts go away if you smack them, and a smack to the head could do you some good."
He pretended to ponder the thought. "Well, would a metaphorical smack do? Because this would certainly make me see stars." And he lunged forward and kissed her. It felt wonderful, like he'd been waiting for it all his life. Which he had, but that was beside the point. They came up for air and he grinned. "Well, I want to do that again, so the Wrackspurts must not be gone. Let's try the metaphorical smack again, shall we?" And they stayed like that for the whole day. Them kissing, and then Teddy making some excuse to do it again. And in a house shaped like a chess piece, Luna Scamander sat writing an article about the prospects of matchmaking through wrackspurts.
Soooo, yeah, that epicly failed. Flame me all you want. Wow. I'm just going to walk away quietly now.
~Loony