What
are you so afraid of?
Could it be
Three simple words?
-Secret
Heart, Feist
"You know this means nothing, right?" Pansy asked, pulling away from Luna. "This is just kissing. Nothing more."
"Oh?" Luna replied conversationally. Pansy nodded.
"I would hate for you to get the wrong idea," she continued. "I don't love you, or anything asinine like that."
"Yes, of course, Pansy," Luna said, smiling in an absent sort of way. "I'm sure you lock yourself in broom closets with plenty of girls."
Pansy glowered at Luna. Perhaps they needed to find someplace other than this to kiss. It was convenient, certainly; she need only catch the Ravenclaw girl's eye, and in mere moments they would be here. But she didn't want to give the girl false hope. These were isolated incidents, not the beginning of a relationship. She just liked kissing Luna Lovegood. A lot.
"I'm being serious," Pansy said exasperatedly. "We're not…you know…going out."
"Mhmm," Luna murmured, taking a step towards Pansy. Her hands wandered up her back, pulling her close again.
"Are you even listening?" Pansy snapped, although she didn't move from Luna's arms.
"I understand what you're saying, Pansy," Luna responded, gazing curiously at her. She smoothed her dark hair gently as she spoke. "We don't have to call this anything. It is what it is, and whatever it is, it's nice. Can we stop talking now?"
Pansy regarded her for a moment. Luna could be infuriating, with her ridiculous theories and her head in the clouds. Before they had begun this, Pansy had thought her utterly insane. But there were times…When she was telling her mad stories, or when the light caught her hair just right, or when she would kiss her unexpectedly. Times when Pansy thought that she could love her.
She was being senseless. This girl would drive her to insanity.
Luna kissed her, and all thoughts were driven promptly from Pansy's mind.