A/N: I haven't updated this in a few days; I'm so behind!
Challenge: 50 days, 50 songs
Disclaimer: I owned nothing except for whatever plot the prompt inspires.
Song: That's Why they Call it the Blues by Elton John
Pairing: Charlie/Luna [OTP]
Charlie stared up at the cottage ceiling. Sleep would not come, not without her by his side. He closed his blue eyes and pictured her face, porcelain skin, dirty blonde hair and wide silver eyes. She looked more like a delicate porcelain doll than a woman. Her beauty astounded him.
When she had arrived at the burrow after being held hostage by the Malfoys and Voldermort the two had become close. They shared a love for nature, misunderstood magical creatures and being outdoors. When the war was over he found the blonde in his arms.
Now his arms were empty and he felt equally as empty. His travels to Romania did put a strain on a already fragile relationship but there was no one that made Charlie feel the way Luna did.
He thought of her lying alone in her loft, her blonde hair fanned out over the pillow as she lay awake, staring up at the stars through the glass skylight. Luna loved the stars. She was his star. She was the only light in his lonely life and although they had it rough, he knew, as long as they had each other nothing else mattered.
A/N: something a little fluffy... because I love fluff. :)