Everything She Was
La Bella Morte
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling; therefore, I do not own anything related to Harry Potter.
This is my first Harry/Luna one-shot in a drabble style.
She was lovely.
There was no denying it as Harry stared at her across the room, a misty expression in her grey eyes, indicating she was daydreaming. She truly had no idea how mesmerizing she looked, as she played with her long flaxen hair, twirling it between pale, slender fingers. The light blue dress robes she wore, although having an elaborate cloud pattern design on it, it fit in a way that could only suit her.
She was odd.
Several couples were on the dance floor, waltzing to the beat of a French musician that the bride had chosen. She, however, remained partner less, choosing to read an issue of The Wizard's National Inquirer instead of dancing. But then again, Harry assumed she might not have even had a dance partner.
He was curious.
Luna had always been a mystery to him; she was always in her own world. Even now, as the Weasley and Delacour family surrounded the two of them, joy evident from both sides, she was completely oblivious to it all. In a way, he envied her ability to completely surround herself in her own world in any situation possible.
He was anxious.
Harry had already skipped four dances, and he was sure Mrs. Weasley would nag at him to "go have a fun time while he could". He loathed dancing; he felt that he had two left feet, and that he had no sense of rhythm whatsoever. Still, he hated being isolated when everyone else was so obviously happy.
They were both alone.
He walked towards the silent blonde, taking a seat next to her. She didn't seem to take notice at all. Luna was far too busy picking at her lime green nail polish, and it was only when he cleared his throat that she looked up.
"Oh, hello, Harry," her voice held a soft tone, a hint of a smile grazing across her lips, "are you having fun?"
Harry shook his head, "No, not really, are you?"
Luna paused momentarily, as if thinking about it. "Well, I was reading this excellent article about how whardaddlers are attracted to bright colors, and their hair eating habits. But then I got distracted, because I thought I saw one on my hand…although, you can't be sure. They're very tiny, you know."
"Err," Once again, Luna had managed to catch him off his guard with her odd theories, "have you danced at all tonight?"
"No…" She began in a dreamy voice, "nobody has asked me…but it is rather amusing watching Ronald attempt to waltz with Hermione."
Harry now experienced the déjà vu in asking Luna a question before he could even stop the words from coming out, "Well then…I haven't danced at all tonight either, would you like to dance with me?"
Grey eyes widened at the statement, Luna tilted her head ever-so slightly in confusion. "I thought you hated dancing. Parvati Patil said that you weren't too happy to do it at the Yule Ball."
That was true.
"Yes, well, that's because I find Parvati incredibly boring," Harry explained, "I find you rather interesting, you're like a breath of fresh air, and you're there when I need you the most."
"Is that true, Harry?"
Harry nodded slowly, suddenly realizing how true his words were. Luna broke out into a huge grin that could rival the Chesire Cat's. He smiled at her, a sincere smile, not a forced one like the ones he had been giving to everyone else.
The sound of a piano and violins broke the eye contact, and a female voice surrounded them. Luna grabbed Harry by the hand, and led him onto the dance floor. And for some reason, dancing didn't seem nearly as bad as it did before.
Okay, that was lame. But there's my first attempt at implied Harry/Luna. I adore this ship so much. Review please, but no flames.