A/N: Since I lost steam for doing the 20 drabbles 20 prompts Competition with Charlie, I have switched to Luna. Expect 20 drabbles before the end of the year, guaranteed (unless I die/become grievously inured before then).

This drabble was written for the Halloween Competition and the Druna Halloween Contest (for lovedruna on tumblr),

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"Are you finished, darling? We have to go soon."

"I need a few more minutes."

Luna was standing in front of a floor-length mirror, looking at her own clear refection. This didn't seem right, somehow. She couldn't get comfortable in the clothes Draco had given her, even though he claimed that some people wore these all the time.

She couldn't see it.

The shirt was all wrong. She was used to wearing t-shirts, sometimes, when she had to go out to buy groceries in the tiny Muggle market, but those had always been over-sized, so large she could get lost in them. This…this was nothing like that. She doubted whether it was even an acceptable outfit to be seen in public in.

And as for the skirt, well, that couldn't even be called a skirt. She refused to call it a skirt. It was simply a very wide piece of leather, a belt if you will, wound around her hips and fastened with a zip. The only people who called these skirts must have been the same people who, upon seeing a gnome, ran away from it. Silly ones.

"Draco…are you sure the clothes you gave me suffered no damage? Are you sure they weren't transfigured of charmed? Maybe Kreacher made a mistake when sending away the order form."

She walked out of her room and into the hall, where he was standing, tapping his foot and glancing at his watch every few seconds.

"I feel odd."

He looked up when she came in, then laughed when she spoke. Draco crossed the space between them in three strides and took Luna by the shoulders, leaning back to fully appreciate her new look.

His mouth turned up at the corners, just a bit.

"I didn't think there was anything in the world that could make you uncomfortable," he said.

"Wearing revealing clothes does." She shuffled her feet and adjusted the front of her top, hitching it up.

"Funny, that's not what you say when we have sex. There's nothing to be uncomfortable about. Lots of girls go around looking like this and they don't mind."

"But I'm not like 'lots of girls'."

"No…you're not." He gave her a fleeting look full of adoration. "All right. Go change into something less suitable. I'll wait here." He let go of her and strolled back to the wall he had been leaning on. She still looked beautiful, but so different it was difficult to see the Luna underneath her outfit, even though more of her body was visible than he had ever seen when they were about to go out before.

Her shirt (he could barely call it a shirt, but he had to call it something) started and ended at her chest. From the straps on her shoulders hung wide strips of white fabric, some sewn together to create the illusion of being a valid top. The tops of her breasts were exposed in all their pale glory. Draco could see (just barely, but still) the place where they became rounder and fuller. Her nipples, aroused no doubt by the cold October air, were poking at the thin fabric.

As for the…skirt, it ended at the spot her thighs came together (almost). As she turned around to go back to her room, he saw her white panties peeking out from under it. As far as costumes went, it was a very convincing one. He could barely recognise her.

It had taken some time for him to absorb everything about her. He had to examine every detail, because he knew he would never get this opportunity again.

Never again would she willing consent to dress as a Muggle girl for a Halloween party, where he could show her off to all the other guests.

Well, she might do it again once they came back home. Eating all that candy would surely keep them up all night. They would get bored oh so easily…

It took only a few minutes for her to skip back out of her room, ready and smiling from ear to ear.

"What do you think?"

"I can honestly say that I've never seen you look more like a giant, angry, beast ready to eat something."

"Good."

She grabbed his hand and turned on the spot, Apparating away to the company of other people. Never had a girl with a lion's head, complete with wild mane and occasional fierce roaring, looked so cute.

Never had a lion and a Dementor looked as if they were meant for each other as they did on that day.

Love can be found in the oddest of places.

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Fin (until next time)

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