For the Hogwarts Games: Rhythmic Gymnastics (songfic). The song I chose to base this fic around is Morning Lullabies by Ingrid Michaelson.

I will sing you morning lullabies.

You are beautiful and peaceful this way.

I know you have to close your eyes on everyone

Let me help you; I'll sing you to sleep

with morning lullabies.

The sun rises steadily in the September sky and a salubrious breeze blows through the open window and over the sleeping couple. The morning light shines through leaves of the tree just outside and it creates shadows that dance on the bedspread. When at long last the light hits Luna's face, she sighs in contentment as she wakes up and pulls the covers further over her shoulders. Her eyes flutter open and she tries to wiggle her fingers but her left hand is numb thanks to Theo who is using her arm as a pillow. She honestly doesn't mind.

She snuggles closer to him and breathes in the fresh air. She thinks it will be a perfect day to go fishing for Freshwater Plimpies if she can only get him to accompany her. She's confident that she can convince him, though he will most likely just sit and watch her without saying much. The silence is always loud between them but Luna is okay with that. She doesn't really like to talk anyway. She is usually too busy thinking and Theo likes to watch her mind run away with her. He says it makes her face glow. She thinks that is funny.

She feels him shift in her arms and he turns to face her without waking up. She smiles sadly at him. Theo likes to watch her think, but she loves to watch him sleep. She told him so once and perhaps she had been too blunt about it because it seemed to make him uncomfortable. But the reason she loves to watch him sleep is that he is happier this way.

The world has not been good to Theodore Nott. Anyone can see that just from looking at his face. His jaw is set and his eyes are almost haunted and he has to try very hard to not be bitter. He'd once said that is why he is Luna's match; they are the perfect combination of bitter and sweet.

But now in the early morning light, there is no trace of bitterness in his features whatsoever. The lines of his face are relaxed, his lips are slightly parted, and Luna thinks he looks rather like a child just now. She definitely likes him best this way and she immediately decides that Freshwater Plimpy fishing can wait until tomorrow.

Theo's lashes brush her skin as he slowly opens one eye.

"Go back to sleep," Luna whispers, running her hand through his hair.

Theo lifts his head off her arm, and she mourns the loss. He hasn't committed to getting up yet but mumbles something about "Work…" and "have to…"

She shakes her head and wraps her arms around his shoulders pulling him back down onto the mattress. "It's Sunday," she reminds him. "Stay with me."

He doesn't argue and he closes his eyes once more and she hums a tune she half remembers from her childhood when her mother used to sing her to sleep.

Stay with me.

Luna is not one to beg so she only says it once. But in her mind she repeats the words over and over in hopes that Theo will watch her thinking them and understand in the silence that is so loud. She hopes that he realizes that she knows.

She knows that one day the bitter will overpower the sweet.

She knows that one day the silence won't be loud anymore.

She knows that Freshwater Plimpies will still be there tomorrow.

And she knows that one day Theo won't be.