"Your mouth is quite fuzzy, you know," Luna blurted, staring at Hermione with an intense, bulging grey gaze. Or, more accurately, staring at her lips.
"I-I'm sorry?"
The Gryffindor stared back at the younger girl in complete bafflement, a tentative hand fluttering up to cover her lower face. "My mouth is fuzzy?"
"Fuzzy," Luna repeated seriously, leaning in much closer than was considered necessary, still gazing intently at Hermione's lips. "You should really do something about that, you know. It can get quite severe rather quickly."
Hermione blinked hard and leaned back, feeling mildly uncomfortable by the close proximity. "Ah. I, um, I see." She really didn't. But then, this was Luna Lovegood, and really, what did she expect? Sense? "And what exactly does that mean, Luna? A fuzzy… mouth? Is my mouth infected?"
Luna smiled and scooted even nearer to the girl, so that she was nearly sitting on top of her. "Oh no Hermione, nothing like that," she replied, seeming to not hear the subtle gibes that the Gryffindor hooked onto the bottom of her words. "It just means that, well, you're in need of a cure."
She squinted softly, a slow, musing grin easing across her face. "I suppose that yes, Hermione, your mouth is infected then." She laughed, not appearing to notice the bemused look on the older girl's face. "I never thought of it like that."
Luna's eyes shone at the Gryffindor. "Thank you, for broadening my views. I appreciate it."
"Umm, no problem," Hermione said, blushing faintly. The younger girl was so close that she could smell her, her floating silver-blonde hair tickling Hermione's nose faintly. It was… strange.
Just like Luna.
The girl in question had once again resumed in her staring at Hermione's lips, a hand slowly creeping up to rest on the bushy-haired girl's shoulder.
"What are you going to do, then?" She murmured softly, fingers gently tugging on a fly-away strand of brown hair. "Your mouth is getting even fuzzier."
She said it almost reverently, and Hermione flushed even darker in confused embarrassment.
"Wh-What do you suggest I do?" She stammered out, wishing with all of her heart that she could escape from this terrible, confusing situation.
Luna laughed quietly and threaded her fingers through more hair. "I would say that you must relax, Hermione. That would be the first step."
She directed her gaze up, into Hermione's tense brown eyes.
"Just… relax."
And then, before Hermione had time to utter a single word, much less think, Luna leaned forward and kissed her.
The Ravenclaw's lips were soft, warm, and pliant, as they gently but firmly worked on Hermione's frozen ones. Hermione couldn't help but gasp softly, and Luna took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, running her tongue lightly along Hermione's lower lip, dipping into the older girl's mouth slightly, before pulling back out.
She released the Gryffindor with a soft smack, swiping one last lick across the girl's parted mouth.
Luna smiled softly up at the gobsmacked teen, tugging on a capture strand of hair gently.
"There. Your lips aren't fuzzy anymore."
She hopped up nimbly, smiled at the other girl once more, and then danced away, leaving Hermione dazed, shocked, ad very very confused.