Disclaimer :: I really don't own any of this. sigh If I did I would be able to afford new shoes. I bet JK Rowling can afford new shoes.

a/n :: this isn't so much funny as it is sickly sweet ... hope you enjoy !

Fly Me To The Moon

He really had to stop this. He had crossed the line between sane and stalker long ago. She was also younger than him, not that he minded but the rest of his house where sure to comment on it. In fact they already had. Everyone knew except her. His vision of perfection. A flowing river of honey spilling over her shoulders, her eyes were deep pools of sky blue and her lips ... he really had to stop this. Everyone called her weird but she was unique and he loved her for it.

It all started that day. He would cherish and hate that day for the rest of his life. Some stupid guys in her year where picking on her, they had stolen her wand and had pushed her to the ground. He had never felt that angry although he wasn't quite sure why. She hadn't been anything but a weird little third year that wore corkscrews around her neck. Still was. He had chased the little gits away and helped her up. When her hand slid into his he had known. Problem was she didn't seem to have a clue.

She could feel his eyes boring into the back of her skull and it was irritating. She had homework to do y' know. This wasn't the first time that she had caught Roger Davies staring at her. That boy had no subtly at all and she kind of liked him that way. Luna hated secrecy, hiding away whispering behind your back just made things worse. Especially when you found out about them.

She really had to finish her charms work and she already knew that it wouldn't get done with him looking at her from behind a book. No one had ever looked at her like that, like they wanted her. He did though but he obviously wasn't willing to take her. Boys were insane sometimes.

It was time take the initiative.

She stood from the floor that she was using as a desk and made her way across the common room. When she reached his armchair she didn't know what took over only that it was pretty powerful. She clutched his robes with both hands and pulled him to his feet and leaned up towards his lips.

He didn't know what to do. The most beautiful creature that he had ever seen was kissing him and he didn't know what to do. But she sure did. This was the scene that had played out in his dream every night for the last two months.

She felt his hand wrap around her waist and pull her closer. Why was she doing this again? Oh yeah for the homework... all for the love of academics. Or for the love of him? She could feel the entire room staring at them and decided it would be better to stop. She gently pulled away from his lips, turned away and walked back to her pile of book books on the floor.

Now maybe she could get some work done.