For Dessie, with her lovely prompts!
The title and the bolded words belong to George Martin.
«I loved a maid as fair as summer, with sunlight in her hair.»
Looking at her was enough at first. He was only interested because she was her friend and she was alone. Harry knew loneliness as much as he knew himself, and it hurt to think of Luna enduring the void that killed with your own thoughts.
Harry also knew loneliness slept at her side, embracing her and covering her lithe body with a fake warmth that got cold as fast as a summer night. Luna deserved better. If he could, he'd give her the warmth of the sun and the warmth of his arms. He'd give her the noon's blue sky, clear of clouds that could cover their happiness.
"What are you thinking?" Luna came to ask with a curious look in her intelligent eyes.
"I'm thinking of summer," he answered, smiling when she gave him a perfect smile.
«I loved a maid as red as autumn, with sunset in her hair.»
"Luna?"
Hermione's horrified voice distracted him from his reading. The Weasley picnic was just ending with a Quidditch match in which Harry had opted out, exhausted by his week at the office.
He was enjoying the last rays of sun before it went down when she arrived.
"Luna! Your hair is very..."
"Very red," he said with a chuckle, standing up from his spot under a tree and approaching her. Her normally blond hair was crimson red and it looked a little more dishevelled than usual. "I liked it."
"I wanted to be a Weasley for today, but I ended up being late."
"You are already a Weasley, Luna, dear," Molly said with a smile. "But your hair is lovely. A bit eccentric."
"She wouldn't be my Luna if she wasn't eccentric," Harry said, squeezing her hand with love.
She thanked Molly with a smile and gave Harry a look that made his heart melt.
She was the most beautiful redhead around.
«I loved a maid as white as winter, with moonlight in her hair.»
They have changed too much. His hair fell out years ago and the beautiful cascade of hair she sports is now white.
"Do you think we shall go out?" she asked with her lovely, wide grey eyes that looked the same as the moonlight reflected on the winter snow.
Harry couldn't answer. His throat now hurt too much to speak and he'd rather not talk if he could help it. It reminds him a bit of his time at the Dursley household, where silence and indifference were all he knew. This silence is sweeter.
He took her to the door and from the small closet at its side, he took out a coat and her cloak. He dressed her for the cold and even put a beanie (that Teddy gave her last Christmass) on her head. She looked as pure as the freshly fallen snow.
They didn't walk far from their home. Even with their charmed clothing, the cold froze their bones. Harry felt surprised, again, at the frailty they acquired with the passing of time. Now the old age had invaded them, but he could see the beauty of Luna even with her wrinkled skin and the single missing tooth she didn't want to replace.
She turned around to look at him, the moonlight making a halo around her.
"How can you make a moment last forever?"
Harry touches her lips with his finger, drawing her smile for her.
With the love gathered throughout a century, he kisses her silently.
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«And when spring comes, at last, a thousand colours bloom within her.»
