Chapter 2
The burning eye of heaven streamed through the bewitched ceiling, highlighting the many joyous faces seated below. Such a level of excitement buzzed within the great hall, the news of a spring dance was announced and years 6th and 7th were to attend. Hermione smiled, looking out from the head table where she sat next to the pompous as ever Draco Malfoy. Her eyes trailed from her two best friends Ron and Harry, who were celebrating the news by downing over-flowing pumpkin juices, to the straggly hair of her young blonde companion sitting by herself.
At that moment Luna's head lifted and caught Hermione's gaze, smiles were exchanged before Hermione watched one of Luna's peers 'accidentally' spilt their goblet straight into her lap.
"You!" echoed across the great expanse that was the hall, Hermione leapt from her seat and charged down to the end of the Ravenclaw table. A scruffy looking 7th year's eyes widened remarkably, clutching the sides of his chair Hermione whipped out her wand and held it before him. The hall suddenly grew quiet and all eyes had turned to watch the scene unfold.
"Do you know what you just did?" Hermione asked, her voice dripping with sarcastic sweetness. The young boy opened his mouth to say something but then shut it, opened again, shut, Hermione scowled, pressing the tip of her wand to his chest.
"Ah-A-All I did was spill something on L-Loony." His shaky voice didn't phase the elder witch in the slightest.
"Loony? Her name is Luna. That's a four-hour detention for such a blatant disregard of another student well-being, and a member of your own house, for shame!" Hermione withdrew her wand from his chest and stormed out of the now alight with whispers hall. It wasn't long until Luna gently pushed back her chair and followed Hermione out, in her usual daze-like fashion.
She wasn't sure why the elder girl had done such a thing, nor was she sure why it produced such a heated and flowing feeling from her very core. But Luna was a girl who acted on a slight tingle, let alone a pulsation from her very being. With a little push of the Great Doors, she slipped through and waited for them to close all by themselves.
"Hermione?" Luna called down the corridor, Hermione stopped storming and looked back at the other girl. As the young silver-blonde witch began to wander over Hermione couldn't help but wonder what on earth possessed her to make such a spectacle.
Yes, her… lover? No, Luna was definitely not a lover, perhaps a… good friend? No, that wasn't it either, whatever she was, she was important, important enough for Hermione to make such a fool out of herself.
"Hello Luna," Luna smiled up at the girl before pressing their bodies together in an awkward sort of hug. Hermione embraced Luna's lithe frame against her own, burying her face into the other girl's mane of blanched hair. They stood there for a good few minutes, both enjoying the heat radiating off the others body. When they did eventually pull apart, it was upon the realization that not only were Luna's robes drenched, but now Hermione's were too.
"Oh dear oh dear, what a predicament we have here. You know, the Korsp, a very rare creature indeed spits up on it's mate during the process of making love?" Hermione struggled to suppress the laughter that was bubbling inside, instead she opted to give the other girl a small smile, Luna just nodded before taking Hermione's hand and tugging her in the opposite direction her next class.
"Luna, my next class is potions, I really should be going down to the dungeons." Luna's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
Hermione waited for the girl to speak, but it was if there were little mechanical wheels and pulleys happily working away in her little mind for her gaze was well above Hermione's head and her lips were parted ever so slightly to reveal a sweet little tongue.
"Why Hermione, your next class doesn't start for another twenty minutes yet. I'm taking you somewhere much better anyway, don't fret now." Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but in all honesty, she was curious about two things, one was where they were going and the other related to why on earth was she following Luna.
The two girls ambled down a few passages of the school, Hermione was familiar with most of them until Luna started to…sing. Hermione watched in amazement as these angelic notes rang out from the young girls throat and echoed down the corridor.
"What… what was that?" Hermione asked, tightening her grip on other witches' hand. Luna just tilted her head and gave Hermione a dreamy smile, her free hand lifted up from dangling by her side to slowly press against the older witches' lips.
"You must be quiet my darling, otherwise it'll go away." Hermione wanted to panic, she wanted to run, she wanted to scream, she wanted to shout, but most of all; she wanted to kiss those slightly parted, pale pink lips. And as if she could read the other girls mind, Luna smiled and turned away from the girl, to face a door.
A door that wasn't there before.
"Is this the Room of Re-" Hermione was cut short by a hand flying up, signaling her silence. Slowly they crept over to the door, Luna began once more to sing. Her voice carried up and down the corridors until the door began to glow, finally it swung itself open and pulled them in. Once the two girls were inside, the door slammed shut.
"This Hermione, is my home." Before them stood a long crystal hall, the pillars that lined down the sides were etched with gold ravens and black lions.
Hermione stood frozen, her eyes devouring all that stood before her. From the enchanted ceiling that projected a permanent night sky to the faint smell of honey and vanilla that seemed to grow richer as they walked further down.
"But…how?" Was all Hermione managed to get out, a whimsical smile drifted over Luna's lips. She spun around and lifted her hand to softly caress Hermione's cheek, a gentle moan of pleasure was produced from the depths of the older girl's throat, this alone was enough for Luna.
Leaning up she captured Hermione's lips between her own, and that, was when everything went black.
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