A/N: Okay, so I'm writing these little ficlets, one shots and drabbles over the month, and I'm publishing them each day. Yes I realise this one is five days late, but I do have a life somewhere. C: All characters in these one shots are copyright to JK Rowling, and any song lyrics used are copyright to their respective bands, singers or record labels.

August 1st

Pairing: Harry/Luna

Prompt: Heirloom

Song: How to Save a Life – The Fray

"That's a lovely dress."

She looked across at him; he was obviously clamouring for some sort of small talk as they headed towards Slughorn's office for the party; wrackspurts were whizzing around his head like gnats, she could tell.

"It was my mother's." She replied, and couldn't help the faint smile as Harry immediately flushed a little, seemingly appalled by his touch upon a delicate subject.

"Oh," He said, just about managing to not stutter. "S-sorry Luna."

"It's quite alright." It was. She loved this dress, as it still somehow had the scent of her mother clinging to it, no matter how many times she wore it. The slightly acrid smell of burning from her spell experimentations, mingled oddly well with the soft, comforting smell of her perfume and natural scent.

After that their conversation grew rather awkward again, but she didn't pay it any heed. She didn't mind awkwardness, it just showed that they wanted to say something to each other. If he disliked her, this awkwardness would not exist, because he wouldn't have taken her, right? She hoped so.

They arrived in the room and Luna's attention was immediately captivated by the beauty of the decorations, from the little red fairies in their lamp right down to the house-elves acting as waiters and waitresses. She liked this sort of function, she decided there and then. Pieces of mistletoe, although most likely Nargle infested, drifted mischievously around the party-goers' heads, creating opportunities for Slug Club members and their guests to kiss, if they wanted.

"Would you like a drink?" Harry asked her, and she nodded; the room was hot and stuffy and she could do with a drink. She watched him move away to do just that, and as he pushed into the crowd until she could no longer see him, she returned her attention to the surrounding area, again marvelling at the decorations. Her eyes immediately clocked a piece of mistletoe bobbing her way, and she dithered for a moment over whether to avoid it. Nargles resided in the little sprigs, yes, but if Harry returned while it was still over her head...

She decided to risk the Nargles and stayed put, watching the white-berried sprig until it was hovering over her head, at which point she looked about for Harry. For a brief moment, she could see nothing through the crowd, but as it parted she could see the drinks table, with Harry still at it, and he was chatting animatedly to someone.

Ginny.

Some sort of window to your right.

She swallowed as she watched them laugh, Ginny flipping her hair just-so and Harry lapping it up; she could see it in his eyes. Her eyes moved upwards again – the mistletoe was leaving. Now, Luna Lovegood never felt any emotions that weren't calm or gentle amusement, but now she felt a slight twinge of desperation. Why couldn't he leave her alone for two minutes?

As he goes left and you stay right.

Hope sprang up in her chest again as they finally parted, but one more glance to the space above her head told her that the mistletoe had already moved away, and seemed intent on getting the vampire guest a kiss.

Between the lines of fear and blame.

All she could do now was accept her drink, enjoy the rest of the party, and try not to get upset each time Harry's eyes wandered across the stiflingly crowded room and found her best friend. Which she could do, because after all, she had her mother with her, hugging and supporting her, through a silver dress with her scent still very much attached.

You begin to wonder why you came.