Disclaimers: I don't own Harry or Luna, or any other characters from the HP series, nor do I have any desire to own anybody; whether they are characters or not makes no difference to me. I also do not own anything that deals with the HP series. This story is mine though. Just so you know.
The lights started to dim a bit, and he realized that standing before him was Luna Lovegood. She turned to him, concern and empathy in her pale blue eyes, which he remembered as normally having an absent look in them. She kneeled and reached to grab him by the shoulders, pulling him up into an embrace. Harry, still having tears in his eyes, and wondering just how she had saved him from that monster, looked up into her eyes, which were now also swimming with tears. "You're safe from him, now, Harry. But you need to wake up. You'll be sick if you lie there in the bath any longer." He suddenly remembered that this was a dream. "…what?..how did you get here?" "Harry, there is a difference between dreaming and manifesting on the thought plane. I came here because I could tell you were having a nightmare in your sleep when you started mumbling and then crying." He looked at her in astonishment. "I'm going back now. You should too." And with that she faded into the floor and disappeared.
Harry was shaken awake, slowly realizing he was now lying in an icy cold bath. He opened his eyes to find bright blue orbs staring back into his own green ones intently. "You should get out, if you're finished cleaning. Otherwise we'll need to run some more water. Yes, you do need to warm yourself up some. Did you know this was the girl's bath, by the way?" She said all of this with a slight smile on her face and in her eyes. Harry noticed she was wearing only a towel as she got up and walked over to the other side of the bath. Completely bewildered, and still shivering from the cold water, as well as his dream, Harry said the first thing that came into his head "H-how did you get through the door?" he asked, blushing at the sight of her leaning down to pull the plug on the bath, draining all the cold water. She turned to look at him. "You're not the only person at Hogwarts that knows how to manipulate the runes, Harry. Besides, all I had to have was your permission and the door opened." "But…I was asleep, how could I have given permission?" Harry asked, now even more confused. "Harry, you wanted someone to chase that thing away from your dreams, and I did. But I had to actually enter the room to do it properly." This raised more questions. "How did you do that anyway? I couldn't move at all…" He suddenly realized he was now staring at her, or rather certain parts of her he maybe shouldn't have been staring at. He couldn't understand how he had failed to notice, before now, just how beautiful she was; especially with that look in her eyes. She turned to face him completely now, after having plugged up the bath again, and turning on a few of the many faucets. "Well, that's simple really," she said, "How do you put out a fire?" This answer confused Harry, but he went along. "Water?" "Right. Only in this case, he wasn't using fire, he was using despair and fear against you. All I had to do was throw water at you two." Harry remembered the blinding white light, but couldn't recall any water at all. He supposed she was still speaking figuratively and playing around with him. "You mean water as in the opposite of fear and despair. Happiness?" She glanced downwards for a second, and then didn't meet his eyes when she said "No, Harry. That's not enough, actually. It takes love. By the way, you do realize you are naked, right?"
Harry was in shock for a moment, until he slowly realized what she had just said. He looked down. Sure enough, he was naked, although at this point it didn't matter with all the thick foamy bubbles. Then he realized what else she had said, and looked back up at her. "You mean to say you love me?" She looked up at him slowly, a questioning look in her eyes, and said "Of course I do. I couldn't call myself your friend if I didn't, now could I?" Harry considered this for a bit, but then countered "Actually I once called Ron and Hermione my friends and they were never able to help me much with my nightmares. So what makes you different?" She shook her head "No. They don't know how to go where you and I were. It's a separate plane of existence." "…Oh.", he said. "good point." For some inexplicable reason, he felt a bit disappointed. He wondered what he'd been expecting her to do. Jump into his arms, maybe? 'Well, that wouldn't be such a bad thing…' he thought. He then realized he was staring into her eyes, while thinking this, and turned away, blushing. 'This is scary. I seem to be falling in love with Loo-, no. Luna. Or maybe it's just that she's too beautiful for her own good?' He turned back to face her again, only to find that her face was inches from his, and he quickly got totally lost in her eyes, losing all sense of time. 'Okay, maybe not then.' An uncontrollable urge to kiss her was rising in the back of his mind. 'Did she read my thoughts?' he thought for a second., then decided 'no. She wouldn't have to, it was probably written all over my face, not to mention the eyes.'
"You should probably get out, Harry. Or you're skin will take on too much water." Harry, who had just been debating whether or not he could get away with stealing a kiss from her, was brought crashing and burning back to reality. He pulled one of his hands out of the water and looked at his fingers. Sure enough, the tips were starting to crack open in places they were so badly shriveled. That was not going to feel good later on. "Yeah, you're right. I'd better." H
He started to get up. "Listen Luna," he said, "..t-thank you." he said, and reached down, putting his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her forehead. Luna smiled up at him. "Any time." she said simply. And before he could turn to go she pecked him on the cheek. Harry left the bath in a somewhat dazed state, and he wondered just how he got back to his dorm without being noticed. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
AN?: I wonder what he'll dream about now? hmm....perhaps I shouldn't write that part out...
The lights started to dim a bit, and he realized that standing before him was Luna Lovegood. She turned to him, concern and empathy in her pale blue eyes, which he remembered as normally having an absent look in them. She kneeled and reached to grab him by the shoulders, pulling him up into an embrace. Harry, still having tears in his eyes, and wondering just how she had saved him from that monster, looked up into her eyes, which were now also swimming with tears. "You're safe from him, now, Harry. But you need to wake up. You'll be sick if you lie there in the bath any longer." He suddenly remembered that this was a dream. "…what?..how did you get here?" "Harry, there is a difference between dreaming and manifesting on the thought plane. I came here because I could tell you were having a nightmare in your sleep when you started mumbling and then crying." He looked at her in astonishment. "I'm going back now. You should too." And with that she faded into the floor and disappeared.
Harry was shaken awake, slowly realizing he was now lying in an icy cold bath. He opened his eyes to find bright blue orbs staring back into his own green ones intently. "You should get out, if you're finished cleaning. Otherwise we'll need to run some more water. Yes, you do need to warm yourself up some. Did you know this was the girl's bath, by the way?" She said all of this with a slight smile on her face and in her eyes. Harry noticed she was wearing only a towel as she got up and walked over to the other side of the bath. Completely bewildered, and still shivering from the cold water, as well as his dream, Harry said the first thing that came into his head "H-how did you get through the door?" he asked, blushing at the sight of her leaning down to pull the plug on the bath, draining all the cold water. She turned to look at him. "You're not the only person at Hogwarts that knows how to manipulate the runes, Harry. Besides, all I had to have was your permission and the door opened." "But…I was asleep, how could I have given permission?" Harry asked, now even more confused. "Harry, you wanted someone to chase that thing away from your dreams, and I did. But I had to actually enter the room to do it properly." This raised more questions. "How did you do that anyway? I couldn't move at all…" He suddenly realized he was now staring at her, or rather certain parts of her he maybe shouldn't have been staring at. He couldn't understand how he had failed to notice, before now, just how beautiful she was; especially with that look in her eyes. She turned to face him completely now, after having plugged up the bath again, and turning on a few of the many faucets. "Well, that's simple really," she said, "How do you put out a fire?" This answer confused Harry, but he went along. "Water?" "Right. Only in this case, he wasn't using fire, he was using despair and fear against you. All I had to do was throw water at you two." Harry remembered the blinding white light, but couldn't recall any water at all. He supposed she was still speaking figuratively and playing around with him. "You mean water as in the opposite of fear and despair. Happiness?" She glanced downwards for a second, and then didn't meet his eyes when she said "No, Harry. That's not enough, actually. It takes love. By the way, you do realize you are naked, right?"
Harry was in shock for a moment, until he slowly realized what she had just said. He looked down. Sure enough, he was naked, although at this point it didn't matter with all the thick foamy bubbles. Then he realized what else she had said, and looked back up at her. "You mean to say you love me?" She looked up at him slowly, a questioning look in her eyes, and said "Of course I do. I couldn't call myself your friend if I didn't, now could I?" Harry considered this for a bit, but then countered "Actually I once called Ron and Hermione my friends and they were never able to help me much with my nightmares. So what makes you different?" She shook her head "No. They don't know how to go where you and I were. It's a separate plane of existence." "…Oh.", he said. "good point." For some inexplicable reason, he felt a bit disappointed. He wondered what he'd been expecting her to do. Jump into his arms, maybe? 'Well, that wouldn't be such a bad thing…' he thought. He then realized he was staring into her eyes, while thinking this, and turned away, blushing. 'This is scary. I seem to be falling in love with Loo-, no. Luna. Or maybe it's just that she's too beautiful for her own good?' He turned back to face her again, only to find that her face was inches from his, and he quickly got totally lost in her eyes, losing all sense of time. 'Okay, maybe not then.' An uncontrollable urge to kiss her was rising in the back of his mind. 'Did she read my thoughts?' he thought for a second., then decided 'no. She wouldn't have to, it was probably written all over my face, not to mention the eyes.'
"You should probably get out, Harry. Or you're skin will take on too much water." Harry, who had just been debating whether or not he could get away with stealing a kiss from her, was brought crashing and burning back to reality. He pulled one of his hands out of the water and looked at his fingers. Sure enough, the tips were starting to crack open in places they were so badly shriveled. That was not going to feel good later on. "Yeah, you're right. I'd better." H
He started to get up. "Listen Luna," he said, "..t-thank you." he said, and reached down, putting his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her forehead. Luna smiled up at him. "Any time." she said simply. And before he could turn to go she pecked him on the cheek. Harry left the bath in a somewhat dazed state, and he wondered just how he got back to his dorm without being noticed. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
AN?: I wonder what he'll dream about now? hmm....perhaps I shouldn't write that part out...