Freckles are scattered on her face like constellation less stars that Luna aches to trace and curly chocolate brown hair is pulled into a messy bun.
Her eyes are a pretty brown but when the sunlight catches them they melt into something beautiful, something that Luna can't put her finger on, a color that "brown" doesn't even begin to describe. Her brown eyes eclipse into something greater, gold and brown and they are oceans that she drowns in. Her eyes are distant and she has a dreamy look on her face, lips pulled into a soft, mellow smile.
(Luna feels the need to lean over and kiss her).
A pale pink blush is on freckled cheeks as she thinks of far-off things.
(Something breaks inside of her, knowing that whatever Hermione is thinking of, it's not her.)
Dainty fingers with periwinkle nail polish rest on a leather-bound notebook. Her blood red and flashy gold tie is neatly tied; the tiny stitched letters 'HG' hidden in the corner and her ebony button-up shirt is rumpled messily from having slept in it. Hermione's plaid skirt goes down to scraped knees and dangling feet.
Luna's breath hitches in her throat and her heart hurts as she looks at Hermione. 'Illogical beauty' her father said. And it was true.
(Even though Luna wasn't one for logic, the words seemed to describe her perfectly.)
Luna could write poems upon poems about the way Hermione tucks her hair behind her ear or the way she bites her lips when she's trying not to laugh. Hermione suddenly gets up from her perch by the window to come and sit over by Luna, patting her lap.
Luna looks at Hermione, her expression one of surprise and Hermione just smiles and tilts her head, arching her brow. Luna hesitates, before settling down and resting her head in Hermione's lap, tears coming to her eyes because no one cared for her like Hermione did. No one bothered to hug her or kiss her, or even get to know her instead of calling her 'Loony Lovegood' and stealing her things and making fun of her father.
"I love you," Hermione whispers, somehow knowing what Luna is thinking and kissing her on the cheek.
Luna gives a watery, broken smile and Hermione frowns kissing her again, this time on her lips, then her nose, her cheeks again and her forehead and Luna lets out a soft giggle that brings a radiant smile onto Hermione's face.
"I love you," Hermione says again, firmer this time and Luna looks up at her with wide dreamy blue eyes, a grin on her face and happiness in her heart because she's loved. Loved by someone who doesn't think she's a freak, someone who will be with her forever, and that feels so good.
"I love you too," Luna murmurs after awhile, wrapping her arms around Hermione's neck to bring her down for a kiss that takes both of their breath away.
And as Luna sighs into the kiss, running her hand through that curly chocolate brown hair, she smiles against her girlfriend's lips, thinking that she tastes like summer dust and peaches.