RonLuna. Prompt: Garden
She was crazy. Everyone knew it. But it was a good crazy, not Bellatrix Lestrange-crazy, so he loved her anyway.
Honestly, sometimes he thought would have loved her even if she was.
She was gentle and carefree. Untamed, but content. Like her garden with her wacky plants.
He let her plant her dirigible plums in her garden (and the Snargaluff, and the Gurdyroots), and she let him put his feet up on the coffee table and leave his broom in the entryway. She would tell him all about her stories and latest superstitions and insist they follow them to the letter. And he would, because how would he know if they were real or not? They might be, you know!
He would tell her about his day at the Ministry, and she would agree that Harry was impossible and Draco was a prick, pardoned or not.
They would go on picnics to who-knows-where to get whatchamacallits for her why-are-we-here-again's. He would get them lost and covered in what-the-bloody-hell's, and she'd Apparate them into a lake because she was thinking about how to paint the different colors.
He'd get into bar fights and insult his friends when she went out of town for a story, because he's angry and they looked at me funny and it wasn't my fault; you gotta believe me, Luna!
He'd chase a suspect to Egypt and come home to a homemade shampoo factory, because idle hands are...I can't remember - it's a Muggle saying - but we use shampoo, right, Ron?
They were as strong as they were united; they were curiosity and strength, freedom and awareness, creativity and skepticism, burdened and without a care.
They fit.
Less proud of this one, but I actually like them now! They're kinda cute!
