~All The Subliminal Things~
Luna.
Her skin.
The slope of her nose.
The corners of her mouth.
The color of her eyes — eyes he could get lost in.
Her lovely hands.
The curve of her hips.
Her hair – loose and wild.
The more Harry looked at Luna, the more he loved her. The more he held her, touched her smelled her, got to know her, the more time he spent. Everything about her — even the parts of her that were confusing and frustrating; the parts that were less than perfect. She was his best friend, his confidant, his curious delight. Her wit and sense of humor and the breathy voice she got when talking about magical creatures. Her open mind and gentle soul; her feisty spirit and the way her nostrils flared when she was truly angry. The more he learned the more he loved, until there was nothing in the whole world besides her.
Harry.
His dark hair — slightly curled at the tips of his ears.
The red in his cheeks on a winter's day.
The smell of his skin.
The feel of his breath against the side of her face.
His smile.
The warmth of his hands.
The taste of his lips.
Luna couldn't recall a time she didn't love Harry. From the first moment she loved him and all the moments after. It was because he never judged her; never treated her as anything less than a friend. He was kind and full of spirit and stood up for what he believed in. He struggled with anger and fought battles inside of himself she wished she could fight. He was her best friend and her truest love, but more than that he was Harry, and that would always be enough. He had captured her heart and she was his moon and he was her stars.