This was already posted as a single, but I feel it fits
with these, since it is about Luna. In
a way.
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The End
It happened
in an alley, out of moonlight and out of magic. Knees bled onto gravel, and
boots crunched that gravel into seeping wet ground, surrounded by dirty
automobiles and old Tijuana brick oozing rainwater. Only a moldy street
lamp shined on the face of the runaway, and only a single man was there to see
it.
"Tell me, Potter, as you kneel
here with my wand at your third eye, what are you thinking?"
"Honestly?" Harry
replied, "That I should have kissed Luna Lovegood when I had her under the
mistletoe in fifth year."
Draco laughed once, and struck.
