I don't really know where this is leading, but the fluff just keeps coming so... I hope you enjoy it.

I'm always looking forward to your thoughts.

Luna isn't afraid to play in the Forbidden Forest at night. Her eyes tell me it's beautiful in there if you give it the chance. She slips away into the darkness often as I watch her from the castle, whether on the steps or from my dorm in the Gryffindor tower. Such times would be a precious moment in which I cherished watching my alabaster princess find her place amongst the trees under the blanket of stars, and moments later I would sigh and submit myself to the fact that she was gone from my sight for the rest of the night.

Though tonight, as I gaze at her from my tower, something is different.

Her gentle whirling about in the fields comes to a slow halt, her gaze rising, and my heart thumps loudly in my chest as her enthralling indigo eyes meet my own. Not for the first time since I've begun to watch her, I find myself drawn helplessly into the sea of cobalt, amazed at the shades they attain and the starlit glow they always seem to carry.

Within those eyes is a message; it seems to say, 'Come with me.'

I cannot deny her, and I move away from the window without question, thinking only of how lovely she had looked beneath the moon and darkened sky, a modern-day, albeit female, Romeo. It is simple from my point of view, this strange connection between us, though when looked at logically it doesn't make sense, but I've learnt to ignore the irrationality. Trying to rationalize it is pointless, and I've lost the will to want to, so I pull on my jacket and slip out onto the grounds, easily avoiding Snape's route of patrol, having memorized it long ago.

I don't bother with the disillusionment spell that has become one of my specialties.

She's cupping her hands around something small and glowing when I reach her. Turning, a smile growing at my appearance, she opens her hands wide enough for me to see the lightning bug fluttering in her palm. I smile in return, though it's brought about by her own smile rather than the tiny light that rises to circle us in lazy figure eights. Others join the playful dance; as they float easily in the wind around us, a warm hand reaches for mine.

I don't resist when she tugs me along in the direction of the forest, a smile I've grown to love curving her lips as we slip into the thickness of the trees. Her gaze remains cast skyward while we walk, arms swinging lazily between us, and I raise my eyes as well, catching glimpses of streaming moonlight and twinkling stars through the canopy of the trees. It's beautiful like her eyes said it was, something simple and yet complex, just like Luna.

So focused on the heavens above, I almost fail to notice that she's changed her direction. With our fingers laced together, it's easy to allow myself to follow her, but now that it seems she has a destination in mind, I wonder where she's leading me. Despite my inward question, I remain silent and stare contentedly at our joined hands instead, unable to stop the smile that overcomes me. How long I have wanted to hold her hand, as if perhaps it would help me to better understand her.

I wonder, is it strange that her hand is so warm on a night as cold as tonight?

Luna stops slowly and kneels beside me. Curiosity getting the best of me, I kneel as well, and her smile is bright leveled with mine, mysterious lights playing across her face. Before us is a tiny gap in a gnarled thicket of shrubs through which the glowing colors streak across Luna's face. Her smile encourages me to look deeper, and so I do. Through the leaves and branches, thousands of magical lights swirl about a tiny river glade. They are all rather beautiful in their childish circles and dances, hues of blues and greens, purples and pinks and magentas, a gentle tinkling sound left in their wake as they whiz past us. It is a glade to rival a sight as brilliant as the Northern Lights, a glade full of… fairies?

I turn to Luna anxiously. She turns to me and smiles.

Her eyes ask, 'Beautiful, aren't they?'