A/N: Written for Adena, because I'm her DHW-Y and she is just wonderful and the conversations with her a priceless.
I couldn't figure her out most of the time. Of course, this was customary, as she was Luna Lovegood, after all, but really, you'd think that after growing up with her and dating her for the longest time, you'd pretty much get a feel for what she'd do or what she'd say.
Then again, if I knew such things, Luna wouldn't be half as interesting.
"Luna, what are you doing with a kitten?" I ask her when I put my keys on the counter and shrug off my cloak and join her on the floor. It's a red kitten, but blotched a strange blonde in some spots, and he's just adorable, really.
"I've always wanted a kitten, didn't you know?" She scratches him behind the ears and he purrs noisily. I laugh, because secretly, I've always wanted one to, but she seems to know that I love him already because she topples him into my welcoming arms.
"What're we going to name him?" I ask, rubbing his belly and his sides and he just gazes up at me with those big fond eyes and I reckon that things with this little guy will be fine.
"I can't think of a good name just yet. I was waiting for you to get home and maybe we would think of something." Luna says, leaning over to kiss me briefly. "Welcome home, by the way." She smiles her very Luna-y smile, so I return my very Ginny-like smile and hope that she understands that I'm thrilled with the new little kitten.
"He's so cute, just look at him," I mumble while the cat plays with my hair, nipping and trying to climb my arms. Luna laughs and smiles serenely as she watches me with him, the newest addition to our family. "You've taken his claws out, I suppose?"
"Yes, I know how you hate scratches from Quidditch and all, so I took the liberty of getting them out." I lean up to kiss her again, her hand fisting in my hair before I've realized it. The kitten's attention turns to one of Luna's braids and I laugh as he tumbles into Luna's lap, but our lips are still pressed together sloppily.
"You really are fantastic," I tell her, my hands braiding a few longer strands that travel down to her waist. She mutters something under her breath, but I'm sure she's talking to the kitten again so I brush it off. I start humming one of our favourite songs; one of those that you get introduced to and you can't help but love, sort of like this little ball of red hair and tufts of blonde.
She hums along with me once she gets the tune, which doesn't take her long. He's trying to climb over her shoulders, trying to use her as some kind of playground, but I just watch the utter happiness on her face and can't help but love the little guy.
I rest my forehead against her free shoulder, my hands still moving under and over, under and over with her soft, soft blonde hair. I feel her kiss my head for a moment before she's playing with the kitten again, his tiny paws reaching out for the braid I'm so diligently working on. She holds out a finger and he holds on like it's his lifeline.
I kiss the bare skin of her shoulder instead of reaching out for her finger.
She sighs a little, though I can't tell from my gesture or the kitten's. Her arm wraps around me, her other around him, and she pulls us both in real close. I can smell the usual hint of candy canes and old wooden chairs on her, wondering what the kitten will end up smelling like because he'll be Luna's, after all.
"Happy birthday, Ginny," she whispers against my hair. I smile into her neck, my hands leaving her braids and my arms going around her in a tight embrace. I kiss her jaw, her cheek, her nose before her lips, and she sighs contentedly. I hum the familiar tune against her mouth and the buzz from my tongue makes us both giggle. But then she's kissing me deeper and the kitten is somewhat forgotten between our chests.
Her free hand goes into my hair again, twisting and knotting and grasping the back of my head like she always does. I shift against her body, trying to pull myself closer but I think I just end up squishing him more than he's already be squished, to be honest. She laughs at his futile 'mrow' in protest and pulls away from my lips, mimicking him and humming to him. I grin and take him into my hands. He curls into my cheek and it's comfortable with him and Luna right there.
"I've got the perfect name," I say, nuzzling him closer to my nose.
"Do you?"
"Yeah. How about Nargal?"
Luna beams.
"It's perfect."