AN: Once again, from my Tumblr. Not a prompt though, I just saw one thing about Luna and Harry and now my life is over. Review, favorite, and follow (I'm gonna write one more to go with this.) if you would like.
Luna hates yelling.
And swearing.
Harry swears all the time for no reason.
Like when he walked through the door of their shared cottage in the middle of the woods shouting, "Fuck!"
"Harry please, you don't have to use that kind of language."
"I'm sorry, love. I had a really bad day."
"It's alright, I'm going out to the garden."
"I'll meet you out there."
Harry loved watching her tend to the garden outside.
It was relaxing for him. He said she looked like a fairy with her curly platinum blonde hair and yellow sundress, while the sun gave her pale skin an ethereal glow.
Occasionally, he'd give her a little whistle when she bent down to check for weeds around the roots of her dirigible plum trees.
Luna tried to ignore his sexual comments, but inevitably giggled softly and turned around shake her head at him.
"Do you need something?"
"I'm bored, give me something to do!"
"Here, come water the blackberries."
"Yes!"
"You're so childish."
"Says the woman who tricked me into a kiss using nargles."
She smiled, thinking back to Hogwarts.
Before the battle, when their relationship was only a close friendship.
They understood each other. They'd both lost people.
Harry talked about his parents, Sirius, how he missed them.
They would sit by the lake as he showed her the few pictures he had of them. She said they were beautiful, like recently bloomed flowers.
"They look so happy, but you can tell something isn't right."
"Hmm?"
"Look in your father's eyes. He's sad. He knows what's ahead. Knows he has to fight. And they did. They fought for you, Harry Potter."
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Read me, like we've known each other our whole lives."
"It's easier to read someone when you feel strongly for them."
"You, feel strongly…for me?"
"I would say so. You're kind, brave, care for others, although you can be a bit oblivious when it comes to feelings and you're horrible with girls. But it's charming, in a way. And you don't make fun of me. You don't call me loony. That's why I wanted to be your friend in the first place."
They started visiting Hogsmeade together.
Harry would sneak off from Ron and Hermione to meet Luna near the back of the Three Broomsticks.
Sometimes they'd walk near the edge of the lake.
Luna liked to watch the water ripple as she dipped her toes in the shallow area, where waves washed up onto dirty sand. Harry watched her shoes, he promised he'd make sure the nargles wouldn't take them.
"Protect my shoes."
"From what?"
"The nargles."
"Alright."
"Harry, do you believe in nargles?"
"I…I don't know."
"Then why did you agree?"
"Because if there's no proof they do exist, then there's no proof they don't."
Luna gently leaned forward, lightly pressing her lips to his.
"Thank you. For giving me a chance."
"I- you're welcome."
He watched her walk back towards the lake, water rushing around her feet.
Luna's hair was pulled into a low ponytail and went down to her waist. She used the shorts she was wearing to her advantage and walked a few more steps into the water. The soft waves now went up to her ankles but she turned around to have a seat on one of the rocks by the shore.
Harry picked up Luna's black flats and went to sit by her on the stones.
He placed the shoes behind them and looked up to face the sun.
It was warm. Oddly warm for April in Scotland.
This felt nice. Him and Luna.
She was short, thin, highly intelligent, and completely herself. She wasn't afraid to be someone the rest of the world wouldn't accept. She was beautiful. With her eyes closed and body shifting to lay down on the flat boulder, half embedded in the ground. with her clever mind and peculiar radish earrings.
Before Harry had time to look away she opened her eyes, smiling dreamily. he'd been caught.
Luna happily took his hand in hers, gently rubbing his knuckles.
He blushed and, with all the Gryffindor courage he could muster, interlaced their fingers.
But suddenly, he heard a familiar voice shout his name.
It was Ron, they were looking for him.
Harry swiftly jumped away from Luna, as to appear like they were only chatting. He hopped off the rock and yelled for his friends, saying a rushed goodbye to silver-eyed blonde.
"I'm sorry, I-"
"I know. goodbye, Harry Potter."
Luna was snapped back to reality when Harry began to water her feet.
"Honey, I'm not a blackberry."
"You're as sweet as one."
Harry plucked a daisy from her garden and placed it behind her ear.
His past relationships, before getting together with Luna five years after the war, hadn't been like this. Those women were giggling school girls. Luna was a dreamer, a romantic, and the kindest person he'd ever met. She went vegan at nine because she was afraid the neighbor's dogs wouldn't like her anymore if she supported meat consumption. She started recycling from a young age because she thought the clouds of pollution in the sky were ugly. She got him to expand his boundaries by cycling to the farmer's market and other places close by, instead of apparating. (Apparently, it was bad for him to use magic for everything.) She taught him how to prepare nutritional meals, how to ride a bike, hence the cycling, but most importantly she taught him to let go.
He didn't have to save the world to help others.
He could do something as simple as help someone with their groceries or sign a petition for animal rights or maybe even forgive an old enemy.
"Sweetheart?"
"I think you should talk to Draco."
"You what?"
"It's been years since, then, and he's with Hermione now…so I think you should make an attempt at friendship?"
"….."
"Don't you sigh at me, Harry Potter. Come on, we've got brunch plans in two hours at this lovely little diner in the city."
"You…you already planned something, with him."
"Yes, because I knew you would never agree to it on your own. Therefore, I did something that's good for you."
"I'm-"
"I'm so happy I have you in my life."