I don't usually write femmeslash, so I hope this does okay. Mostly a drabble.
A Rainbow for You
"Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine -
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade."
-John Keats (Lamia, part ii)
Could she possibly be telling me the truth? Does she want this? I look at the daisies she gave me, tied together with a yellow ribbon. She says she loves someone else, but how could that be so? The other night we kissed and she said she would love me forever.
I feel so lost and usually I am so together. I can stand on my own feet. I'm a big girl. But how . . . how could she mean this much to me? This much of an affect? I need no one. I rely on myself. I have to. That's how my life works.
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Hermione found the daisies in a package in her mail the next morning. 'I don't care.' the note read. 'I'll never forget.'
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Luna lost a bit of her smile after that day, and a bit of her quirky charm. She lost a bit of herself because she had given it to Hermione and never gotten it back.
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Two years later, Hermione knelt in the rain at the grave of one of her best friends and her first lover. Luna had been struck down by Death Eaters.
Hermione gently laid the daisies beside the grave. "Will you smile in Heaven if I told you I always had loved you?"
And suddenly, the raindrops stopped falling.