Hello! This is my first attempt at a Dean/Luna. As usual, it's short, it seems like "short" has become my "Style". XD Anyway, any kind of feedback is appreciated, in other words, please review! I'll give you cookies. BUT, if you flame, well...let's just say you'll regret it. evil laugh
Dean Thomas never considered he'd ever be in a position such as this one, where he felt like a complete and total stranger. He would have thought that he wouldn't be in a cottage, recuperating after a horrible incident at Malfoy Manor. Instead, he would have considered that he would be in Hogwarts, finishing up his last year. On the contrary, he was thrown out to face the brutal force of a war they shouldn't be fighting in the first place. They were kids. They should be laughing, joking.
He never really liked staying indoors much at Shell Cottage. It was much too uncomfortable. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were always talking about something he didn't know of. Of something he wished they wouldn't have to have worried about. No. Dean Thomas would much rather be spending his time outdoors, by the river, completely alone. He would usually spend that time drawing. Drawing seemed like his only escape as of then. The only thing that let him explore the world and still see a smidge of good.
So immersed in his art he would barely notice another figure coming by the lake as well. Luna Lovegood. He never thought of her much when he was at Hogwarts. She was always the spacey girl, the weird girl. The only thing he thought of her back then was "loony". His opinions changed fast.
Eventually, he noticed his drawings change subject as well as his thoughts. It unnerved him, to see that his sketch book had soon become filled with drawings of her. At first it was just the occasional drawing of the wind playing in her hair as she stood by the edge of the river. Later it came to be when she would lay down in the grass, barefoot, to stare into the sky. A word was never spoken between the two. Sometimes he wondered if she even noticed him glancing at her.
At other times, Dean went red as he noticed that she had gotten up from her spot, glided over to him, and took a peak at his drawings. That was another thing he noticed during those small, quiet sessions together. She never just walked, she glided, as if clouds were carrying her.
Lately he's been drawing more and more. He needed to escape. He need to escape the harsh facts of what was going on. That soon, the trio would go on another dangerous mission. That soon, there would be a fight to determine it all. Good vs. Evil. Right vs. Wrong. He felt that it was coming, and he wanted so much to have a moment's peace for once. He wanted to escape it all, and instead, to be back in third year, laughing with his best friend Seamus Finnigan. He wanted to just leave it. To be able to smile without tension in the air.
Dean Thomas looked down at his latest portrait of the girl before him. She held the same dreamy expression, the same mystic twinkle in her eye, the same smile. She was always dreaming. She was always in a world she only knew how to get to. And at that moment, Dean wished for nothing more than to be able to share that same world…
Told ya it was short.