Prompt: Harry & Luna


Harry watched her from where he was pressed up against the side of the building, his arms wrapped around himself and his shoulders pressed up against his ears. This was the driest spot he could find, and yet he was still getting stung with rain from seemingly all sides. She was wearing jeans that she'd drawn on with Muggle markers and the kind of fancy blouse that usually went with a skirt-suit. The silken material clung to her body in interesting ways he refused to contemplate as she stood in the middle of the downpour, her face tilted back to catch the rain.

"Are you quite through?" he called out to her, huddling bitterly against the brick as another gust of wind sent icy shards of rain into his side. "We're in the middle of athunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?"

She turned to face him, and Harry's eyes dipped automatically to her chest before he forced them to her face. He did not fancy Loony Luna Lovegood.

Closing the distance between them, she gave a little twirl, her runners sending up a spiral of water from a puddle that he shied away from with a scowl. "I think I'm bored of hiding," she said, dreamily. Her blonde hair was plastered to her skull. "I think we should save the hiding for Death Eaters and nargles. Otherwise, we'll get too good at it, and never come back out."

With that, she reached for his hand, tugging him free of his sad bit of shelter and out into the downpour. Harry sighed gustily as his glasses became perfectly unusable within seconds.

Through the water-smeared glass, he saw the colorful blob of her spin again, and looked up into the angry smear of grey, his scowl fading. A strange sense of peace filled his chest as he watched water droplets bloom across his glasses one by one. The war was over, anyway, so maybe she was right.

Maybe it was time to come back out.


Quotes: "We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?"