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Word Count: 4208

Title: Luna's Lovers

Note: AU!Wing, AU! Fairy, AU!Soulmate

Warnings:

Beta: Aya Diefair

Golden Snitch

[Name] Crissie

[School] Uagadou

[House] Ogyinae

Emoji Challenge: The smile emoji: Write about Luna Lovegood

(AU) Fairytale AU!

Quidditch League:

[Team]: Pride Of Portree

[Position] Captain

[Theme]: Procrastination Thread

[Prompts]: [action] Singing a lullaby

Hogwarts

Assignment 7: Aquatic Studies: Types of Shark: Task #3 - Angelshark: Write a WingFic

XX Past XX

Pandora Lovegood used to sing a lullaby to her daughter every night, it was a fairy charm that helped her daughter to recognize her soulmate when she came across him or her in the future. Fairy magic was very delicate, and she wasn't sure her daughter would even take after her. Her father, Xenophilius Lovegood, was a Wizard man, so it was possible that their daughter might never come into her wings.

Her accidental death before her daughter's ninth birthday meant she had no idea if her daughter would take over her Fae ancestry, or be just like her father.

When Luna turned eleven, she got her Hogwarts letter, and her father was extremely proud of her, but he knew that there was still the chance that she would be like her mother, and it wasn't something he was dreading, he just wished he knew more about Fairies that he could help Luna with any questions she might have. He still sang the lullaby every night, and Luna found peace in the words her father sang, and something inside her felt closer to her mother every night as she heard the words repeated again.

The blonde girl looked over to her father as he sang the last words, and tucked her in to sleep.

"Father," she muttered. "I'm not a baby anymore." He grinned, but continued anyway. He knew soon she would be leaving him to go to Hogwarts, and then she would miss this comfort.

The next morning, Luna was sitting at the breakfast table, having her milk and cereal. She was clearly thinking hard about something.

"Father," she said suddenly, making Xenophilius leave the Quibbler he was working on and focus on her.

"Yes, my darling?" he asked with a smile. She was always the curious one, and he loved that about her. She was so much like her mother. He didn't know what he would do once she left for school.

"I was wondering if Mother said when I would get my wings," she asked.

"She said that when you turn sixteen, they will appear if you take after her, but I firmly believe you will be a fairy my dear," he said encouragingly.

"What if I don't want to be a fairy? Maybe I just want to be normal," she asked.

"Honey, you are my daughter, there was never any chance of that," her father said teasingly. She laughed, but he knew she was concerned.

"I would say it isn't going to happen, Luna, but I am almost sure it will, I have noticed things about your magic that isn't merely Wix magic, there is definitely a Fae element in you, the question is just about the strength of the manifestation."

"I was worried you would say that," she replied with a shrug. "At least Mother didn't have to deal with the soulmate aspect of it, marrying someone I can't choose, it seems terrible."

"Luna, your soulmate would be your perfect match in every way, I really doubt you won't love them," Her father encouraged.

"I hope it's not a girl," she muttered, and her father laughed.

"If you don't like girls, it won't be," he took her hand, squeezing it to show her comfort.

"Thank Merlin," she said. Xenophilius had a fleeting thought of telling her off for language, but let it slide. After all, this was something she needed to be concerned about. Many Fae had suffered after being scorned by their soulmates; some even went into depression and died. But so many more lived happily ever after, whether with Wix, Muggles or even Beings. Luna could tell from her father's expression the slip of the tongue didn't go unnoticed.

"Sorry Father," she said sheepishly. She usually wasn't prone to bad language, and it just reflected her angst.

"I'm sure you have no reason to worry, my dear," he insisted and stood up to give her a one-armed hug, kissing her forehead gently.

XX Present XX

It was only a couple of days before Luna turned sixteen and she had mixed feelings about it. She knew this was it, she would know soon if she was going to get her wings or not. She had made peace with what her father said, and knew some element of her fairy magic was visible through her actions.

But, Headmaster Dumbledore had still chosen to take her into the school, and she was sure he wasn't planning on kicking her out if she got her wings, or rather, when...

"Hey Luna," Neville said. He was grinning at her when he met her just outside the Ravenclaw common room. "I was waiting for you," he added.

"Hi Neville," she replied with her usual dreamy manner.

"Are you excited for your birthday next week?" Neville asked with a smile, and the two started walking towards the Great Hall for breakfast. Luna nodded simply.

"I am not telling you what I got you." He grinned.

"Oh Neville, you didn't need to get me anything." She smiled. He was surely the sweetest person she had ever met. She suspected he had feelings for her, but she was scared to start a relationship when she wasn't sure about having a soulmate waiting for her. What she told her father was true, although she had a faze when she thought she might be able to be with another girl, they were squishy and soft and she simply didn't see the appeal.

"Uhm, Luna?" he said, suddenly stopping.

"Yes, Neville?" she smiled, hoping she looked reassuring. 'Oh dear, not now, please can't he wait until after…' she thought.

He seemed to read something in her expression, and shrugged. "It can wait," he insisted. "Maybe after your birthday, yeah?"

She smiled, a genuine dreamy smile this time. "That sounds perfect."

She wondered what he thought about her odd mixed reactions. She could see herself with someone like Neville, soft, kind and thoughtful, but if she thought about all she learnt about soulmates, it was highly unlikely they would be a match.

Just before the two of them reached the doors to the Great Hall, he paused again, his hand touching her shoulder. "It's not about your father, is it?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" Luna asked curiously. The question had come so suddenly it took her a minute to realise. She had always told anyone that was even remotely interested in her that her father wouldn't allow her to date until she turned sixteen. Although, not many people bothered to ask her. She just wasn't a typical beauty, she imagined.

"About your father saying you couldn't date? I am right, aren't I? It's not about that at all," Neville insisted.

"What makes you say that?" she asked, worried her face was turning red. Had he figured it all out?

"Because me asking you before shouldn't matter, unless you are waiting for something that could change, and the only thing that could change is you coming into your heritage, since sixteen is the manifestation age," he said calmly.

"I—" she was shocked. She had no idea what to say.

"Your mother, she was Veela, wasn't she?" Neville asked, and she sputtered out a half-strangled laugh.

"Veela?" she bent double with giggles. "If I was even part Veela, do you think I would manage to keep from beating guys away with a stick?"

"Well, if not Veela…" Neville seemed puzzled. He seemed so confident, like he was positive he had found the hidden reason for her refusal of all men.

"I will tell you, just, not now, okay?" she asked, seeing that they had been gathering attention from the strange conversation just outside the Great Hall.

"Okay." He nodded and the two of them went to sit at the Ravenclaw table. As Luna sat down, she noticed something unusual, there was someone watching her. Her eyes scanned the tables and met the silver grey eyes of Draco Malfoy. He looked down suddenly, surprised at being caught staring. 'What could Malfoy possibly be looking at me for?' she wondered.

"Neville, am I missing a part of my uniform or something?" Luna asked seriously, checking her outfit. Nope, all seemed accounted for, the only odd addition was her favourite radish earrings, but she wore them all the time. Was he looking at her because of Neville?

Neville shrugged. "Not at all, you look lovely," he complimented her, and she blushed at his praise. The only man that ever complimented her was her father. Well, there was this one time with Harry, but they are only friends, she knew he had no romantic interest in her.

She sat eating quietly, feeling those silver eyes boring into the back of her head, and she still couldn't manage to understand the sudden change in Malfoy. What did he want from her? After the two finished eating, she suggested they go for a walk in the garden, and promised she would tell Neville everything. He nodded, and followed her out of the Great Hall.

When they reached the gardens, she made sure they were out of earshot of any nosy passersby.

"So, what are you?" Neville asked, his voice carried a tone of wonder and curiosity, and Luna knew that Neville wasn't going to judge her because of what she was.

"Fairy," she said simply. "My mother was a fairy."

"Cool!" Neville exclaimed, and she had to laugh. That was not the response she had been expecting when she told her best friend why she had distanced herself from most of the school, especially coming onto her birthday. "So, I don't know much about Fae, why do you need to wait till sixteen?"

"Well, I might develop a soulmate bond, and I didn't think it fair to anyone dating someone when I could basically be engaged to someone when I turn sixteen," she explained. He nodded, listening intently. "So, the time is close when I see if I gain my wings."

"Oh wow, that would be so cool," Neville repeated, grinning broadly.

"You think having wings would be cool?" she asked.

"Of course. Do you know what they would look like? What were your mother's like? Or, um, is that personal?"

"I don't know," Luna admitted, thinking for a while. "While it's not exactly personal, we can hide them to blend in."

"Well, I hope you don't get a soulmate," Neville said, seemingly without thinking, because then he blushed.

"I know, neither do I, I really like you Neville, I just never wanted to give you false hope," Luna admitted finally.

"Maybe I will be it," Neville said optimistically.

"It's, um, certainly possible, I suppose," Luna said, but she wasn't convinced.

"Why not?" he asked, noting her expression.

"You're too sweet, and kind, and nice."

"I don't understand. What's wrong with being nice?"

"Nothing, Neville, I just don't think we would be the perfect match, and that's what a soulmate bond looks for."

"I think I will go now," Neville said, downcast, and she watched him walking away.

It was the day before Luna's birthday, and Neville had been avoiding her. She sat in the common room on her favourite blue chair and pulled a book off the shelf behind her. Then she suddenly had a flash of silver eyes across her mind's eye.

"Oh no," she said. 'Could it be a sign that Malfoy is the one?' she thought. She tried to push all thoughts from her head and tried to focus on reading the book she was holding.

Then she saw another vision, this one was a bouquet of flowers being held out to her, but she couldn't see who was holding them. Okay, it couldn't be Malfoy, she couldn't picture him ever being the type to carry flowers, especially not daisies.

She dreamt of various images that night, and when she woke up, she only remembered bits and pieces. She remembered a picnic, but also a candlelit dinner, she remembered the smell of hair gel, and the scent of dirt and grass under someone's fingernails. These things just didn't fit, maybe the picnic element was her? But gardening, she was more curious about the creatures in the garden than the garden itself. She was so absorbed in trying to recall the details of the wizard that she forgot all about potentially having wings. That was until she walked in front of the mirror to spy her pale figure in a pink nightdress with bright lilac coloured wings.

"Okay, so wings, check, soulmate, check…" she muttered. She heard a noise from the bunk next to her, but her roommate didn't wake up. She spent some time figuring out how to retract her wings, and then decided to get dressed and go down to breakfast. She hoped Neville would stop being mad at her soon. She didn't mean to hurt his feelings. He was just such a pure soul.

As soon as she opened the door to the Ravenclaw common room, a broad smile split her face. Neville was waiting right outside the door, and he was holding a bouquet of daisies…

"Happy birthday." He smiled, handing them over. He smelled like earth, and she could have sworn he had gone and picked them from the flower garden near the greenhouses.

"They are stunning," she said, slightly puzzled by the emotions coming over her as she smelled them.

"So, wings?" he asked. She simply nodded.

"Soulmate?" he asked again. She nodded again.

"How do you know who he is?" Neville asked.

"I've been getting clues, but they don't fit, some things point to Draco, and others… I just don't know," she had almost been ready to say that they point to him. But she was so worried rejecting him again would make her lose him for good. He was being so nice about all the soulmate things.

"Well, I can help you put together the clues," Neville said with a small grin, touching her hand gently.

"You would do that, despite…" she let the rest of the sentence trail off.

"He will make you happy, and I want you to be happy, Luna," he said with a shrug. "But first, birthday surprise time."

She had almost forgotten it in the midst of everything else. What could it possibly be?

It seemed to be more than just one thing; Neville insisted he had a whole day of activities and presents planned. She was about to enter the Great Hall when Neville told her not to fill up too much, and perhaps just have juice and talk to her friends. She agreed, it did seem like the least she could do.

She received a couple of birthday wishes, but the one that puzzled her most was when Draco Malfoy walked up to her table. Luna had explained all the reasons she believed he was her soulmate, and reluctantly, Neville seemed to agree. So he disappeared suddenly when Malfoy reached the Ravenclaw table. Neville seemed to be taking this soulmate bond very seriously.

"So, happy birthday, Lovegood," Malfoy said formally.

"Thank you," she beamed. She could smell some of the familiar smells of her soulmate, but how did she go and tell him? Surely he would want nothing to do with her, maybe that's why her instincts were all mixed up. "It's nice of you to come over to say that."

"I can be nice," Malfoy said, but his voice sounded edgy. "As nice as Longbottom, anyway."

"Neville? What does Neville have to do with it?"

Suddenly, an owl dropped a letter that she recognized from her father, and she beamed.

"Um, well, I will speak to you again," Malfoy said cryptically and left to join the Slytherin table again. It wasn't more than five minutes before Neville was back by her side. She gave him a quick glance, and then opened the letter from her father.

Happy birthday, Princess,

I am sure that no matter what happened this morning, you will have a lovely day. I love you to the moon and back, dearest daughter. I hope with all my heart that no matter what happens, you will be happy. I don't know what your mother would have said right now, sixteen, the big one.

So, luckily, your mother thought to write you a letter that I had to hold onto until the time was right, so enclosed in the envelope is a letter from your mother. Hopefully she can shed some light on what is happening right now, and perhaps she can set you at ease about it all.

Your loving father.

She noticed another letter hidden behind the first note she removed. This one had a handwriting she only recognized from her bedtime lullaby. Her father had never quite managed to learn the words, so he would sing it from Pandora's notes.

My darling,

Writing this, I feel a tingle of excitement for you, this is the beginning of a new chapter in your life, whether you gained those wings or not, although I really have no doubt. I bet you look like the spitting image of me as well. I don't know if your father mentioned the pastel pink colour of my wings. I wonder what yours will be.

As for the soulmate thing—if that didn't happen, you can skip this part.

Okay, so you didn't skip this part. So what you need to know is your instincts are never wrong, as puzzling as they seem, consider all the clues. It could be that either your soulmate has more to him than meets the eye, or it could be something else entirely. I am sure they will love you, however it ends up being.

No matter what, even if you have no wings, or no soulmate, just know you are loved, now and forever.

Your mother.

She felt a tear in her eyes, but wiped it from her face. It was her birthday, and she knew Neville wasn't going to let her sulk for long.

"What's wrong?" Neville asked gently.

"It's from my mother, before she died," Luna said. "It has actually shown me something I didn't realise before."

"Well, no being sad on your big day," Neville insisted, but with a tone that was gentle and firm.

"You're right, of course," she said. "So what's first?"

Neville blushed when they reached the picnic. A checkered red blanket laid on the ground with a basket on it that she could see was filled with snacks.

"A picnic?" Luna asked, and the back of her head was nagging her. Was it Neville after all? Then Malfoy appeared, holding a single red rose.

"Um, what's going on here?" Luna asked, her eyes darting between the two guys.

"Well, Longbottom explained that you wanted to get to know me better, and that the two of you are only friends," Malfoy said.

"You set me up on a date?" she blushed furiously.

"Well, you are sixteen now," Neville grinned cheekily, and gave her a wink before leaving the two of them alone.

"So, um, shall we sit?" Luna asked, suddenly a bit nervous.

"Yeah, that does appear to be what the blanket is for," Malfoy smirked, he was trying to appear confident, but Luna noticed an edge that she hadn't noticed before.

"I love picnics." She grinned, trying to distract herself from her nerves. She had no idea how to act around Draco.

"Figures, explains why that was Longbottom's idea for this." He gestured between them.

"What would you have done then? If you were courting me?" she asked, surprised at her boldness.

"A candlelit dinner," he said easily. "Perhaps in the Room of Requirement, or if I had time to plan, a proper dinner at a fancy restaurant."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Luna asked with a grin.

"Because I have class and taste?" Draco countered.

"Yes, but something also told me you weren't the picnic type," she added.

Opening the basket, it was filled with strawberries, cream, eclairs, and so many more of her favourite snacks. Even carrot sticks, which made her giggle.

"What's funny about carrot sticks?" Draco asked her.

"It's kind of an inside joke, I didn't think Neville would have added them."

"They seem kind of out of place, don't they?" Draco asked her.

"Perhaps." She grinned. She found that it was much easier to talk to Draco than she first imagined.

"I actually don't mind this," Draco said after a while, the two of them sat eating strawberries and had fizzy soda, lemon-lime, another of Luna's favourites.

The two of them ended up talking for hours, and Luna felt much more at ease about the situation, but how does she tell the person she has only really been talking to for a few hours that she suspected he might be her soulmate. But it seemed like now wasn't the time, he seemed to be thinking seriously about something before he spoke again.

"Luna, I really like you," Draco said. The use of her given name surprised her as much as the confession itself.

"But, why have you never said anything before?" she asked the first thing that came to mind.

"Because the soulmate bond only manifested today," he said.

"You, what?" she couldn't imagine he would already know.

"I know, Luna, I have known for a while, and I'm sure deep down, you know as well," he said, and when he touched her hand, she felt home, but something was still missing.

"Something is wrong," she said suddenly.

"Luna, you really don't know?" he asked.

"Don't know what?"

"I'm not your only soulmate," he said with a smirk.

"But, how is that even possible? And how do you know about the soulmate thing? And do you know me? Do you know who I am? Do you know what I am?" the words were pouring out in a seemingly endless steam. "How long have you known?"

"Luna, all I know is we are soulmates, and there is a third, I will tell you who he is, since you seem to be adorably oblivious, although so is he, you two are so cute," Draco started, pausing to kiss her hand.

"How long?"

"A couple of weeks, I am sure you noticed the change?" he asked, and she merely nodded, urging him to continue.

"As for why I waited, it's simple, soulmate bonds are rare, and even more so among Wix, so you wouldn't have believed me," he said.

"Well, Draco, I'm not just a witch," she explained, and moved to stand. He was a soulmate, he was safe. She could show her wings to him.

"I am a fairy, Draco," she said, and at the same time, her liliac wings appeared as if from nowhere, and the shock was clear on his face.

"Well, that explains a lot," he said. "You are so gorgeous." Luna blushed. "Can I touch them?" he asked in awe, and she had a fleeting thought that she would get the same reaction from Neville.

He walked towards her slowly, as if he was worried she would disappear, and he gently touched her wings, and it made a shiver run through her body.

"You like that?" he said with a teasing grin.

"Oh, yes."

"So, want to know who else is part of this poly squad?" he asked, gently stroking her wings, and her body convulsed with pleasure, so he paused. She needed to be listening, and she was distracted.

"Oh, yes," she said. "Please."

"Neville, the reason something feels missing, is because of Neville,," he said. It seemed the change had happened so quickly, but it didn't feel fast at all. It all fit.

"So he is." She grinned broadly. "And you are." Draco nodded. "I can't believe I didn't see it before."

"And I have already had a few weeks to prepare for this, so it might be a bit of an adjustment for him," Draco said.

"I think he will be okay, he told me ages ago he is bisexual," Luna said.

"But, it's me," Draco insisted.

"Oh yes, valid."

It was a few hours later, and Draco wasn't surprised that Neville was pleased that he was Luna's soulmate as well, but confused about Draco being part of the equation.

"I know I haven't been very nice to you before, Neville, and this relationship will take a lot of work," Draco said slowly. "But, well, I have noticed that you are both so adorable, you need a strong one in this relationship, and I will protect you both with everything I have."

His confession made Luna go weak in the knees, she was so tired of always being strong, it felt like heaven to let him take some of this from her, she knew Neville wouldn't have been able to, but the three of them, she could just see it work.

Neville glanced at Luna's cheerful face, and he nodded. "I suppose it won't hurt to try."

Luna was so relieved, she kissed him on the cheek and he went pink. "Thank you, Neville."

"Hey, can I see them?" Neville asked, suddenly remembering the former curiosity about the wings. Luna nodded, and the lilac wings once again were revealed. "Wow."

"She definitely is," Draco added, making her smile.