Written for the Het-astic Drabble-Athon Competition
Prompt 6; Mistletoe
Luna Lovegood was an eccentric witch, no doubt about that. Her clothing rarely matched and he often saw other girls giggling over her butterbeer cork necklace or brightly colored outfits. There may have been a time or two, or maybe several, when he'd snapped at the young women for laughing when Luna was out of earshot. He took great pleasure in watching their faces turn red from embarrassment.
She liked to wear her wand behind her left ear, something he had found out in the first DA session they had. She'd been one of the first to sign up and he had promised himself he would keep an eye on her, make sure she was getting the most out the training. And if he were being honest with himself, he wanted to be aware if someone was giving her a hard time. He knew people often hid her things, he was usually one of the few who offered to help her find them, though she always refused. But he'd be damned if it happened when he could prevent it.
She believed in a great number of unusual magical creatures and often rambled on about them when they were together. He listened patiently, even asking questions at times. He didn't particularly care, but he enjoyed watching her face light up as she spoke with such a passion he couldn't help but admire.
He didn't know when exactly he began noticing how pretty she was, but he couldn't believe he'd never seen it before. How her wild, blonde hair fell in soft ringlets down her back and how her pale skin always looked so smooth and unblemished. She was a tiny thing, petite and dainty, and her eyes were the most lovely shade of silver he'd ever seen. But it was her personality he liked the most.
She was unconcerned with what people thought of her. She was who she was and didn't try to change herself for anyone. She was soft spoken and perceptive, not to mention intelligent. Honest, sometimes brutally so, she had a knack for making people feel uncomfortable. She was also brave, kind, and so innocently sweet to everyone. These were the things that drew him to her, so it was only a matter of time before he acted on his feelings.
One evening they were making their way out of the Great Hall after supper when something caught her eye. She glanced up with an exasperated look and pointed to the mistletoe above them. "The nargles are going to have a field day with all of this around, those pesky little buggers!"
While in the middle of offering to make him a necklace to ward them off, Harry Potter could help himself no longer.
He kissed her.
When they broke apart, she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and gave him a dreamy smile. "Well, I suppose they aren't all bad."