Just some Luna drabble. I like it quite a bit though. It's set in DH, before Neville stakes out in the Room of Requirement, and before Luna's capture. Around... October? Late September, maybe. Contains Luna x Neville. I don't own the Harry Potter franchise. If I did, I would own the computer I'm using right now. Heck, I'd own 4 500 computers! All Harry Potter-themed, no doubt. No warnings, only for graphic minds. Enjoy!
Moonlight sparkled along the gentle waves of the Black Lake, turning the dark lair into a thing of romantic books. The window was cold on her cheek as she stared out into the night, eyes lingering on the romantic whorls of the lake. She blinked her wide blue eyes, and tucked a wisp of yellow-gold hair behind her ear.
The night was so warm, from the inside of the opaque barrier. She could almost touch it, taste it. She reached up with her small hands and opened the catch on the window. With a soft grunt, she flung the glass and brass obstructions open, and inhaled the delicate fragrance of the night.
Lips like Cupid's bow opened a little, almost in reverence of the mysterious darkness. The trees in the Forbidden Forest danced with each other, to the soft waltz of the night. A pair stood out from the rest, the elm's long, leafy arm clasped around the mossy bodice of the birch, whose own arms were hugging the elm's neck. She watched them sway in the wind, dancing like lovers, in small steps. Wind swirled two leaves in time to the music, and she blew out some air, sighing longingly at the dancing trees.
Life was a complicated thing, she pondered, drawing her long legs up to her chest. And a miracle. Magic too, she added, eyes flickering over to the slim willow stick that lay dormant on her bedside table. She rested her head on her knees, and turned so that her face was looking outside. Her hair tumbled down into a wavy curtain over her legs, as her eyes focused on the white magnificence of the moon.
"Me," she whispered, lifting one arm as if to touch the shining sphere. Her finger traced the circle of its prominence against the black sky, and fell back to her side. Her big eyes reflected the moon, and she stared at the circle of sheer beauty that shared her name.
She could almost feel the strong arms around her neck again, as she leaned back on the cold stone. They had held each other close in the stone confines of the high Astronomy tower. She shivered, remembering promises whispered against the night, twining in with the silken curves of darkness. She licked her lips, moistening the suddenly dry curves. Her breath caught in her throat as she imagined him again. He was tall, but not too tall. His hair was frequently in his eyes, and he was constantly stumbling. But she didn't care. All she needed each day was to see those brown locks, stare into those intense blue eyes. He was her drug.
She took a deep breath again, and exhaled slowly. The novelty of the cold stone/window was wearing off. She was still aflame with desire, which, she concluded, would only go away if she slept on it. Maybe even to dream about those eyes, and that mouth on hers. She lifted a hand to her forehead, and felt the heat dance away from her cold touch. The flames of her meeting were not dying down. She took a deep breath, and eased herself off the stone window ledge.
Her bed called to her, and she tumbled on top of the blue and copper blankets, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
It's sweet, and I really like it! Please review! I appreciate constructive criticism.