A small offering of Harry/Luna goodness. I've been writing quite a bit of fic but I keep updating in my livejournal instead of here. A habit I will rectify, if you do want to check out my lj though the link to it is in my profile.
He's never really sure how this happened. It's like when you walk into the supermarket and you tell yourself that you only want some milk and bread and you end up with a basket full of groceries while balancing the excess food in your arms. Of course afterwards you'd stare at the mass of canned soup in your cupboard and wonder why you thought that 15 saved cents would matter when you didn't even like Cream of Mushroom.
She didn't like it either, of course there were very few foods she didn't like but she wasn't the sort to buy unnecessary amounts of on-sale food either. She was surprisingly vigilant about grocery shopping. He'd once seen her argue about philosophy for forty-five minutes with the bag boy but she never bought anything but what she had set out to buy. But if she ever did have momentary lapses in her grocery shopping judgement she'd give the food away to charity. A few times she'd made whatever it was that she'd bought and give it to the first homeless person she'd seen. She did that sometimes with food that she'd intended to buy too.
His cupboards, or rather their cupboards, would always be half-full. With her around there was never anything half-empty, she never missed a chance but rather waited for another one to come around. She was optimistic without meaning to be and pessimistic without having to try. When it rained she'd go out for her walk just the same as when the sun was shining. The world would do as she requested and damned if she ever asked for a thing.
It was all very confusing for him.
He had never liked anything to happen to him, he was too restless to sit back and wait. But she would just lie down on the couch and tell him serenely that she might or might be here when he got back so he could take his chances and leave but she would go when she wished and depending on her mood at the time she might not come back to see if he was there. He ended up staying still just to figure out how it was that the things that she said made perfect sense when they shouldn't have.
Everyone had nightmares about the war, his were just a bit more frightening that everyone else's. She would hold him silently when he woke up, her arms wrapped around him and her pale hair would glow softly from the light that peeked through their broken blinds. She never asked about it but he would sometimes tell her in the mornings and sometimes he didn't. She would talk about her nightmares in such a way that they were never really dreams but memories of horrible things that she'd like to forget.
He wanted to marry her. It was that simple. And when he was shopping for a ring he didn't want to get a diamond. It was too commonplace for her, so were the other jewels he saw all lined up and polished to glimmering perfection. After countless shops he walked into a little muggle store and found an elephant hair ring. It was simple and odd and it was her size.
So he proposed in an entirely unromantic setting involving a batch of burnt muffins and some very sour lemonade but in the end she looked up at him with her nose dusted with flour and when she whispered yes her voice was dreamy and rich and he didn't quite know just what had happened for him to arrive at this moment but he was grateful that he was here.
