The forest was warming slightly because of the fires that had been lit in a large clearing. The flames were multicoloured and flickered ornate patterns onto the nearby foliage. Several fairies had begun to move into the clearing, the moon reflecting off of their silvery wings.
Nymph began to walk into the clearing, two fairies holding a long sleeping cape off of the dirt as she walked. Her expression was tired an annoyed, as she passed by one of the orange flames and approached a green hammock that swung from two trees.
Nymph smiled as she lay upon the hammock. "Come now, my fairy friends and sing me to sleep. I have become weary and desire you to let me leave for the remainder of the night. As I sleep you may go about your usual chores and pick the flowers of which you adore. Wake me only if a thorny rose calls and let me rest 'till the summer calls," she said softly, tucking her feet into each other.
The fairies began to move around her, as she closed her eyes and tried to fall into a pleasant sleep. The aluminous beings began to dance and there song gathered from a whisper into a loud chorus. One fairy began to take charge of the echoed song.
"I sing to say to keep away, all things horrid and cruel. No slimy, ugly, fluorescent thing, shall harm are favourite fairy queen," the first fairy sang
All of the fairies pulled in together. "We sing this sweet melody, the purest of all remedies, to help our lovely lady, sleep her woes away," the fairies sang, making shadowed patterns with their wings.
The first fairy that sang moved forward from the group swiftly, using her wings to hover above Nymph. "I sing to say to keep away, all monsters that may stray. No snake or carnivorous thing, shall be able to harm a thing," she cooed softly.
The five fairies once again pulled in together to sing the chorus once more. "We sing this sweet melody, the purest of all remedies, to help our lovely lady, sleep her woes away," the fairies sang, making shadowed patterns with their wings.
Nymph began to snore gently and one of the fairies who had been holding her cape, lightly touched down to the ground. "All is silent and all is well. Now we must go, my fairy friends."
The fairies began to fly away from the clearing, completely oblivious to the person who was approaching them from behind. As the very smallest of the fairies disappeared, Loup drifted into the clearing, the flower rested in his hand.
Loup glided to where Nymph was now sleeping and bowed down to release the flowers oil into her eyes. "When my dearest dares to wake, true love shall take, any form and any place, just so long as her eyes should rest, upon his manly sight at best. Be it a human, wizard or house elf, she will fall madly in love, so long as be it not from above. Unsightly, it must seem, so I can claim her as my queen," and with that, Lupe once again left the clearing, with a permanent smile spread across his lips.
Ron and Luna had travelled a long way, as they to, approached the clearing where Nymph was sleeping high in the trees. They both appeared rough, as though they had crossed several paths of mud and pools of stagnant leaves.
"My, Luna. You have become slow of travel. You must be tired. I know how you must feel. We shall rest here," Ron gestured to the clearing, "if you can do so and wait for the comforting light of day. No spiders shall venture here," he added.
"I think we must," Luna blinked once, before staring at him gently and pointed unnecessarily to the ground, "I shall sleep here."
Ron shot her a sideways glance. "We should sleep together—keep each other warm," he added sheepishly.
Luna shook her head wearily. "No; do that we must not. Just in case someone should see," she added sadly, "do not lie so near to me," she continued. "You know that I would rather lie with you but just for tonight and honours strife, we must be apart until the lark, sings its sweet melody," Luna sighed as she rested upon the ground.
Ron smiled and moved away somewhat reluctantly. "Fair words, my love and be it so. I shall sleep away this night and rest beside the moons angel and wait for mornings light."
Luna giggled. "Oh, Ron. You big tease."
Within mere minutes, the couple had both fallen into a restful sleep. Ron had clutched on to a turf of grass beside himself and Luna's eyes were blinking furiously, as if compensating for her waking hours. It was less than half an hour later, when Dobby eventually found who he thought he was looking for.
"Back and forwards I've come to pass," he sighed to himself, "near and far across the forests grass. All the time, looking for the two lovers, yet nowhere to be found or heard," he muttered attentively. "Who's this, resting upon the ground? These two must be the teenagers my master spoke of and he," Dobby looked at Ron, "I am to bear with the flowers dew," Dobby moved across so that he was face to face with Ron. He moved in his sleep and Dobby shuffled slightly, before dripping the flowers oil in his eyes. "When you wake, my student friend, all bad tasks shall be made amends. When I leave, your eyes shall flutter and rest upon your lover!" he chuckled excitedly and skipped away from the clearing.
Hermione through a large branch across the ground, as she ran into the clearing, closely followed by a rather put off Draco. They both also appeared tired, yet the determination that rested on Hermione's face was priceless. She glared at Draco as he pushed her out of his way. An exasperated gasp escaped his lips, as his efforts were worthless.
"Kill me, Draco, for I shall die at any cost if you shall refuse to love me any longer!" Hermione whimpered, as she fell to the floor in front of him, as an attempt to stop him from walking forwards.
Draco growled angrily, reaching for his wand but then rejecting the idea. "Leave me, woman and haunt me no long. Your efforts are pointless, I have love not for you and only another," he preached; yet there was a glint of something else in his pearly eyes.
"You would leave me alone!" Hermione shouted, as Draco backed away from her and began to leave the clearing, "Say you will not do so!"
"You are slow and flustered like the ivy," Draco announced but she could still hear his voice, "I will go alone," he called, as he disappeared behind a wall of trees.
Hermione shook her head and rested upon one of the larger trees. She sighed wearily and looked about, failing to notice Ron and Luna lying on the ground nearby. She stepped forward and glared in the direction that Draco had left.
"I can't run any longer, I must take a rest before I completely loose my breath," Hermione said to herself sadly. "The more I sing, the less he listens and the more I follow, the less he watches," he decided. "Luna must be happy, wherever she may be. Her large, silver eyes have entrapped all she desires. I must be as ugly as Voldemort, if I can not even enchant a Malfoy," she lowered her eyes slightly and noticed Ron upon the ground. "But why is her hero here?" she bent down to shake him gently, "my good friend can not be dead, can he? I see no blood," her heart rested somewhat. "Ron, please wake up or I shall be down to minimal friends," Hermione shook him harder and his eyes whipped open violently.
Ron smiled warmly as he looked up at Hermione's face. "I shall wake for you and do much more, should you ask—for I feel as though I have found my princess at last!" he exclaimed and Hermione backed away slightly, "where is Draco, who has done you such harm. I shall curse him to nothingness if he has done you wrong," Ron said, standing to her height.
Hermione tried to shake his words away as she stared at him, shock forming in her eyes. "Ron. Do not say such things," she shouted at him, "what of Luna? Do you forget how you and she have been? She is your bride—far it be me," she added worriedly, watching his eyes shimmer with desire.
"How could I be content with Luna, when such beauty stands before me? My stomach growls at the very sight of you, Hermione. Every aspect makes me warm across my spine! No, by far, it is not Luna who I love but you, Hermione," he exclaimed, "can a red not become blonde? Can a weed not grow into a flower?" he questioned. "So be with me now," he reached forwards, "and make me a man," his eyes glowed with enthusiasm.
Hermione jumped backwards. "Ron, why do you mock me so cruelly?" Hermione asked, her eyes hurt by his desire, "why do you now treat me in this manner?" she shook her head violently, so her hair sprung about, "Draco won't look upon me and now you want to jump in bed with me," she cried, "you are doing far too much of a wrong, Ron and I scorn upon you," Hermione glared at her friend and stormed away from him, her nose high in the air as she left the clearing.
"She did not see Luna—perhaps I can convince Hermione to think her dead?" he considered hopefully, "do not awake, Luna for you must do me this one last pleasure and I shall not be near to help you if any terror," he paused in his words, "should come and torment you this night, into an unworldly state of fright," Ron grinned. "Now my love is to be given to Hermione, for this night and all eternity," he pranced away from the slumbering Luna and into the direction that Hermione had left.
Luna's eyes fluttered open and she rubbed them slowly, before remembering her dream and jumping into a standing position. Before looking towards where she had last seen Ron, she looked up at the moon and remember the dream.
"Help me, Ron!" she shouted suddenly, "I can't find my wand and there is a dream-demon in my bed! It tried to make me think that you no longer loved me and ripped my heart from my chest—oh, and look how I tremble in fear," Luna watched her hand as it shook ever so slightly. "Ronald. Where have you gone?" she looked about and behind a large rock in case he was hiding. "What, gone? Speak if you should hear!" she shouted and then whispered, "I am full of fear," Luna's voice trembled as wind rustled through the leaves. "Then I shall have to find you; unless death should find me first," she squeaked, as the howl of a wolf echoed amongst the trees.
Luna began to run away from the clearing, her cloak trailing in the leaves as she pulled herself away from the light. Still hovering in a silent, dreamy sleep, Nymph had been oblivious of the people who had been speaking below her and continued to rest the night away.