A/N: First and foremost for the lovely Emily whose love of femslash almost rivals my own. Also for the Ultimate Shipping Extravaganza.
You find her in the common room, dancing by herself, no music to be heard anywhere. You know you should keep walking before she catches you, but you're mesmerized by her unusual movements as she sways.
"Are you practicing for the Yule Ball?" you ask before you can stop yourself.
Luna comes to a stop, wide eyes fixed upon you. "Oh, no," she answers. "No one asked me. I was just keeping away the Wrackspurts."
By now, you've learned not to ask about the unusual creatures in her imagination, so you simply nod.
"I don't like dancing very much," she adds.
"Why not?"
"I don't know how."
Ignoring the voice in your head telling you to say goodnight and leave, you move closer. "Here. Let me show you," you offer, placing your hand on her hip.
The touch is strange. It's the same way you'd felt when Cedric had first taken your hand. It's a sudden shock, a whisper in your bones that tells you that this touch is so right.
"L-like this," you murmur, leading her along.
Your movements are suddenly awkward, but Luna doesn't seem to notice. She follows along, humming a tune you don't recognize. And when the humming stops, so do you.
You're close. You're touching. All you'd have to do is lean in, and your lips would meet.
But Luna slips out of your grasp, smiling thoughtfully. "Thank you. You'd be a lovely teacher," she says.
And then she's gone, and you can't explain the sudden loneliness that washes over you.