AN: I do not own Harry Potter or "Dogs." Reviews are always welcome.
She lives with an orange tree
The girl that does yoga
She picks the dead ones from the ground
When we come over
"Hello, uh, Luna."
The blonde broke her tree pose to look at the black-haired girl who stared at her from the bottom of the hill that the Lovegood house was situated upon. "Pansy! How nice to see you!"
"Please don't lie, Lovegood." The Parkinson snarl came to Pansy's voice.
"I'm not lying. I'm usually happy to see other people." She slid down into upward dog, keeping her eyes on the Slytherin. "Especially because it's just my father and I up here."
"Sorry."
Luna shrugged as she changed into child's pose. "It's okay."
Oh and she's always dressed in white
She's like an angel, man
She burns my eyes
Oh and she turns
She pulls a smile
We drive her round
And she drives us wild
Oh and she moves like a little girl
I become a child, man
She moves my world
"Luna, I came here to—"
The blond cut her off with a hug. "It's okay."
Pansy started crying into the blonde's shoulder. "No! No, it's not! I killed people Luna! Get away from me! You deserve a better friend!"
"I don't want a friend." Luna pressed her lips to the pale skin above Pansy's ear. "I want... I want." Her fingers played with Pansy's shirt.
"Even if it means dealing with a killer?"
"You're not a killer anymore." She kissed her neck again.
And she gives
I get
Without giving anything to me