Harry/Luna ficlet for J, Harry-centric. Hopefully realistic to the POV of a 15 year old boy
Nargles
It was the winter of Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts. The last meeting of the DA for the term had finished, and Harry moved around the room, clearing up the usual debris from the meeting after everyone had left. As he stacked away the cushions, he noticed that Luna was still there, standing by the door. She had offered to help him with his Potions essay when he had complained about not having Hermione to help him now that she seemed to be spending most of her time in dark corners with Ron.
Harry put his hand up to his hair to try and flatten it, blushing and turning away from her when he realised what he was doing. He finished stacking the cushions and looked around the room, satisfied. He was glad that he still had the DA. It wasn't a secret anymore, and was considerably larger than it had been last year, but it was still one of the things that kept him sane. DADA lessons were great again now that Lupin was back, but he found that planning the lessons for the DA stopped him from dwelling on other things.
He walked to the door and held it open for Luna. She really did look pretty today. She had braided tinsel through her hair and wore earrings shaped like miniature Christmas trees. They were charmed to light up, and Harry found himself drawn to the little twinkling lights.
"Harry?"
Harry dragged his eyes back to Luna's and realised, blushing again, that he had been staring at her for the past minute or so. God, that must have looked stupid. "Umm...should we go to the library and start to work on that, umm, essay?" Oh great. Even he'd been able to hear how awkward that'd sounded. He couldn't look at her face anymore. Unwittingly, his gaze travelled downwards, to her matching Christmas tree necklace and down further to her pretty green robes…
Oh God. He couldn't believe he'd just looked at her…her…well, you know! At that moment, Harry was beginning to think that a fight with Voldemort might have been slightly less tortuous than this.
"Harry." She caught one of his hands in hers and pointed upwards. Why had he never before noticed how soft her hands were. Finally, he looked at what she was pointing at. "Mistletoe."
Mistletoe.
Of course.
He was going to kill Dobby.
He could feel Luna looking at him, waiting for some kind of response. He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but couldn't think of what to say. Funny, that. Finally, she started to say something.
Oh sod it.
He bent down slightly and kissed her before she could mention Nargles. Their lips touched lightly before his glasses bumped into her nose. He turned red, but she just smiled and pocketed his glasses before putting her arms around his neck and kissing him again. Their kisses were short and warm and short and clumsy and he fixed every last one of them in his memory just in case he was going to wake up and find that he'd been dreaming.
As he sat in the common room two hours later, having made sure that he was awake, Harry decided that this year he was going to have to get Dobby a pretty damn good pair of socks for Christmas this year.
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