Here's the second Lunarry/Huna ship one-shot! It was influenced by Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare. I don't know how I thought of it, but somehow it appeared to me and I took it. I felt that Luna would be the type of person who would read Shakespeare, not only because she's a Ravenclaw. I hope I portrayed her accurately. R&R please! I so desperately want to know if these are good! Much love! xoxo
Sonnet 18
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date-"
"Which one is that?" Harry asked as Luna recited lines from a leather bound book. It was late afternoon in August, the sun was setting over the forests of Ottery St. Catchpole, where the pair had quietly spent their Sunday afternoon together. Harry was seated in the crook of a branch of a large tree, relaxing with his hands behind his head, as Luna read from Shakespeare from the branch above.
"Sonnet 18. It was my mother's favourite." Luna replied. Her bare feet that protruded from her blue butterfly-print stockings dangled a few feet above him. She sat poised and straight, the book between her fingers as she delicately turned pages. Harry smiled with his eyes closed, her voice keeping him at ease. Luna continued to read the sonnet to him as he listen to the whistle of the wind through the tree and the sounds of creatures nearby.
"Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
"It sounds as if you are describing yourself to me." Harry said with a chuckle. He opened his eyes to see Luna smiling down at him from above. She closed the book and held it to her chest. Then, she swung her legs over the branch, turned around, and tipped backwards until she hung upside-down above him. Her hair and leather side satchel came with her.
"You believe that?" She asked through her hair. Harry sat up and shifted to face her.
Moving her hair to clear her face, Harry replied confidently "I know that." and planted a soft kiss on her lips. She giggled wildly as Harry dropped several more kisses over her face. She sat up again and jumped down from her branch to the ground below. Harry followed suit, taking off after her when he hit the ground. She darted between trees like a bird, he followed the trail of long blonde waves in the wind, losing her momentarily between the leaves and thick brush. He finally caught up to her, standing at the edge of a large pond, humming sweetly. He slipped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her midsection. She tipped her head back slightly and closed her eyes. He felt the fabric of her long ivory top; smooth and cold, but her warmth pierced through to him. He sway slightly with her in his arms. She giggled and spun around, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pushed his messy locks out from his face.
"Has it pained you today?" she asked politely. He shook his head. She was always concerned, but never pushed. She knew he'd tell her if it hurt, she knew he'd tell her if he had visions again, she knew he'd tell her everything. She was the one person he knew he could trust with anything. She tried to fix the locks again, but simply laughed when she could not succeed. Luna sighed, rested her hands on Harry heather grey t-shirt, and looked up to the sky that poked between the treetops overhead. "I do wish summer didn't have to end so soon. I'm going to miss you."
"Luna, we go to school together. I will always see you." Harry reassured her, but she shook her head.
"Oh Harry, you're so wonderfully naive. We are in different houses and different years. You have Quidditch, we both need to focus on school, and no one knows about us being together yet. I feel we'll need to be rather quiet about it." Luna's eyes dropped a moment. "Who's to say we'll even last the year."
"But Luna," Harry said, releasing her waist to hold her at arm's length. He looked into her deep silver eyes, knowing full well she was right; however, Harry wasn't willing to let her think such things. "I want us to last the year. I want to be with you! I'll do whatever it takes to make this work for us." Luna smiled serenely and took Harry's wrists, the same way she did when he needed comfort after Sirius died. Harry sighed and looked down. Suddenly, she was right up under his nose.
"Nargle." She whispered, and gave him a very passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist and hers around his neck. He picked her up and gave her a spin.
This was good, he thought. This was very good. He released the kiss and gazed at her. Luna had been the only person in the past three months to fill the gaping hole in his heart, where Sirius' presence used to be. He'd been taken away from him far too soon, but Luna had been the one person to attempt to mend it. And thus far, these three months they'd been together had been working. He didn't really know when he started falling for her. Perhaps it was her comforting gesture, taking his hand and talking to him on their final day of school? Or was it her immediate response to help save Sirius? Maybe it was her total confidence and belief in him? Or maybe it was just the fact that in her eyes, he was just Harry Potter, that lovely boy from school she was so keen on. He didn't know nor did he care. It all lead to this. Their secret meetings, the letters when they were apart, her reading to him, and the beautiful jar of beach shells she'd given him on his birthday. She was his sweetheart, she was his light, she was a kindred spirit that kept him going. And right now, she was what he needed.
Luna buried her face into his chest, Harry put a hand in her hair and one around her back. He breathed in her scent: dirigible plums and wildflowers. He smiled into her head before kissing the top of it. She began humming again, a tune Harry didn't know but it nonetheless left him calmer. Finally, Luna broke from his grasp. "I think it's time to go. Daddy will be worried about me if I don't come home soon." Harry nodded in agreement. He and Luna walked hand in hand back to the main path, which forked left and straight. Harry was to take the straight, back to the Burrow; Luna the left, back to her home. Luna pushed up on her tip-toes to reach Harry's lips once more. Harry kissed her back gently, holding her face in his hands. She pulled back, reached into her leather side satchel, and pulled out the leather-bound book.
"Read it while I'm gone. Write me everything you read and tell me how it feels." Luna said sweetly, smiling dreamily. Harry read the cover. Shakespeare - A History. Harry grinned at her.
"I will. Every day." He said, feel a sense of elation. Luna smiled, blew him a kiss, and skipped up her path toward her home. Harry sighed, clutched the book in his left hand, and headed towards him own home. All was well today, as the sun set more as Harry reached the Burrow. While the rest of the Weasleys bustled about, he headed upstairs to his room, sat on his bed, and read one sonnet. The same sonnet Luna had read to him today. It seemed to him, as he read, that she was, in fact, the summer's day Shakespeare so described.
More lovely and more temperate as long as she lives, she breathes new life into me.
A/N: I own none of these characters by J.K. Rowling or the published work by William Shakespeare. This is purely for entertainments purposes.
