A/N: Because I'm in a mood, and for:
The Luna Pairing Competition, with Luna/Seamus
Scrabble Challenge, prompt: Nightingale
The Ultimate Shipping Challenge, with Luna/Seamus
Her Song
You remember your mother calling you a nightingale as you flitted about the house in your loose frock, singingsingingsinging your heart away. Sometimes, your mum joined you too, and the two of you sat on the floor in the candlelit evening, holding hands and singing of everything and nothing.
Your voice died the day you watched your mother blow herself up to bits. You remember sitting by the fireplace, staring into the blue flames that turned orange at the ends and wondering what death felt like. You held whispered conversations with your mum and cried yourself to sleep at night, because there was no one to call you nightingale anymore.
"You have a lovely voice, Luna. Do you sing? I bet you'd sound like a nightingale."
The words wrenched your guts inside out and brought tears to your eyes, tears for the woman who left you all those years ago and in whose memory you still wore dirigible plum earrings.
"What – what did you say?" you whisper, the words sounding too good to be true.
He smiles at you then, a rare sweet smile devoid of a shred of pity. For the first time in those many years, you find something in your heart spinturntwist as he smiles at you in that sweet, lop-sided way so typical of him.
"Seamus?" You venture carefully as the two of you lie beneath the shade of the weeping willows by the lake. His fingers are gently twirling in between yours and your heart is hammering so loud, you wonder if the nargles will be able to track you down.
"Tell me?" His voice is like everything delicious dipped in the brightest of sunshine, and for a moment you forget what you want to tell him as you turn to face him and lose yourself in his aquamarine eyes.
"Thank you," you whisper softly, surprising yourself as tears begin forming by the edges of your eyes. He props himself up on one elbow as his warm palm cups your cheek and you look down, wondering whether what you're feeling right then is embarrassment or shyness or a little bit of both.
"Hey, you," he whispers into your long hair and you shiver. No one has touched you like that before and you long to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his neck. Instead, you slowly lean in and give him a soft kiss on his cheek. The pink that creeps across his cheeks dance their way into yours, too, and you suddenly laugh.
"Will you sing for me, Luna?" he asks you suddenly, and you look at him in surprise. He means every word of what he just asked you for and you wonder how you'll be able to sing without the memories of your mother clutching you in their desperate embrace.
"Can I sing for you tomorrow?" you ask softly, afraid of the contempt that you are sure you'll see in his eyes. You aren't prepared for the embrace he locks you in instead and the kisses he plants on your forehead before looking you in the eye.
"Take all the time you need, Luna Lovegood," he smiles softly at you, and in that moment you know that he knows it all. "I'll always be with you."