Ficlet of the Curly-Toed Bungle
Rating: No need for a rating as it is so incredibly mild it's a Chicken Korma
Ships: Hr/Gr Hr? H+L
AN: Inspiration from the H/L forums off Cheers, guys.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all that she has written about – I am trying to make myself believe that H/G never were and never will be. A few words, please note reader, are taken from the equally fantastic books of Isobel Carmody.
Harry had no idea how he had managed to tag Luna on this trip into the forbidden forest at ten o'clock at night to find some bitterleaves (by the light of the waning moon - grr) for a potions required for farseeking and to tend to Grawp during one of his visits to see his half-brother. Now, Grump was a little disgruntled that his Hermione (he could finally say her name after many months of teachings from the girl) had not visited him the moment his arrival was announced earlier that day. Alas; Grawp had tried to make his affections known but Hermione gallantly tried to act oblivious to it (and also not to mention that her feelings tended towards a particular redhead).
(Sorry, I'm not really a Hermione/Grawp Shipper (Ship name suggestions? I am stuck on the Hairy and Hairier Ship…). Cough. Back to Harry/Luna shippiness.)
(And, ooh, Hermione! Which redhead shall that be – there are many about in the land of Harry Potter. Strange that as I have only known of one girl and one boy that had that proper red hair from my old secondary school year, and below too and we had nigh on 350 students in my year…… Again; away from the point. Concentrate. H/L goodness.)
"…my father has it on very good account from a solid source that the Curly-Toed Bungler may be found in these very woods – unfortunately they are a very shy beast and will only approach someone who has already met their mate and have consummated their relationship exactly three times. You are then able to ask any question desired. The likelihood of them knowing this information and actually meeting with yourself is very unlikely but there are accounts dating back to the fourteenth century when a monk from the south of France decided to perform what is now known as the "sym-bol-ofl-ies"…
Luna's voice faded into the background as the words started to float over Harry's head as he attempted to find the bitterleaf plant...
Ten minutes later and still no bitterleaf and with Luna still pratterling on about the Curly-Toed Bungler left normally relatively calm Harry alittle short of temper. Turning around he began to say – "Now, will you please---" he was going to continue with 'make yourself useful' when he saw Luna grin up at him and pull a weed from the trunk of a tree to the side of him.
"Cheers." He muttered, grabbing the bitterleaf from the scatty girl.
Luna's grin grew. "Any time!" she sang as she danced back to the castle.
The End
A/N: I know what you are all saying – where is the plot and where is any tiny sign that Harry and Luna are completely and utterly Meant To Be? Well, truth is I am absolutely useless at writing romance. It never works out so if anyone is intrigued by the potential relationship between Hermione and Grawp you have my full blessing to take this further. Good luck and have a mint on the house.
