For Camp Potter (Fireworks Show: DeanLuna)

Word Count 668


He finds her in a field just beyond Shell Cabin, barely viable as she sits among the tall grass. Dean smiles to himself. It's so strange to him that he's gotten close to her. He never really knew her at Hogwarts, but he heard the whispers. Loony Lovegood is a mad, impossible girl. Better not get too close; it might be catching.

He wonders if those people ever spent time with her. Yes, Luna is strange. At first, he found it unnerving. Now, it's endearing.

"Bill and Fleur were looking for you," he calls. "They were afraid you had wandered off."

Luna looks up at him, her fingers working skillfully at thing together daisy stems into a crown. Even with her attention elsewhere, she weaves them together without hesitation or fail. "I did," she says simply. "Wrigglethumbs love the sea. I needed to make something to keep them away."

He doesn't bother to ask. By now, she's told him about every imaginary creature possible. He knows that they aren't real, but he's long since stopped trying to convince her. If it keeps her happy while the world is falling apart, then it isn't his place to take that away.

"They don't like daisies?"

"It's the smell. It repels them," she answers. "They're mostly harmless, but they like to eat socks."

Dean covers his mouth to keep from laughing. When he trusts himself to keep a straight face, he sits across from her, admiring her. She really is lovely. It doesn't matter how strange she is. There is so much beauty in her soul that finds himself drawn to her.

Luna places the flower crown on her head. Dean swallows. He would love to sketch her like this.

"I can make you one," she says, and before he can respond, she sets to work, weaving more flowers together.

He watches in silence as she ties the stems together. Finally, it's done, and she places it on his head. Dean can't help himself. He catches her wrist as she pulls away. "Can I kiss you?"

"Why would you want to do that?" she asks.

Not the reply he had expected. Then again, he should have known better than to think that anything would be simple with Luna Lovegood.

"That's what people do when they like someone," he tells her, and he wishes that his words didn't tremble and betray his nerves.

"No one has ever liked me like that," she says, and her tone is so casual that she might as well be commenting on the weather.

"I do."

She considers this for a moment, her brows knitting together. "Yes. If you're sure that you like me."

He cups her face in his hands, his heart pounding. He's kissed girls before. Hell, he'd spent a good portion of the previous year kissing Ginny Weasley on a regular basis. But this feels different. Something about Luna Lovegood makes him nervous.

He presses his lips to hers, and he understands. She isn't like any of the other girls he's kissed before. There is something special about her. None of those kisses ever felt this right, as though their lips were meant to find each other, as though he was born to kiss Luna Lovegood.

He pulls away, and she has a dreamy smile on her lips. "That was rather nice," she says, a pale pink creeping into her cheeks. "I'd like to do that again. Often."

He chuckles and wraps an arm around her. "When can do that whenever you want," he assures her. "Come on. We'd better get back. Bill and Fleur might send a search party if we're gone too much longer."

She shifts in his grip, guiding his arm down. Her hand slips into his, and their fingers fit together so perfectly. "It's like having a friend, but different. A good different," she says, smiling as they walk.

"It's having a boyfriend," he says, surprised by his own boldness.

"I think I rather like having a boyfriend," she decides.