Loony LunaI can hear all the whispersMore Like This
All the little giggles
Every single comment
"She's a looney!"
I tried to ignore
But their whispers got to loud
and the giggles turned into taunting laughs
Now all i do is walk past the crowds
With tears in my eyes
While the laugh and point at me
No one comforts me
They all think I'm sick
But maybe one boy doesn't think like them
One boy who stands out
Who is different like me
He can see what i see
And he doesn't call me crazy for seeing them
He's a handsome boy with glasses
And a lightning shaped scar on his head
He's very famous
And he'll never feel the same thing i do to him
But in the mirror
I will see him holding me tightly
And i will see that forever
Cause I'll see things other can't
That's why I'm Loony Luna
StayAuthor: TheMightyFlynnMore Like This
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Luna Lovegood/Draco Malfoy
disclaimer: These two are their universe belong to JK Rowling, not me.
Summary: Their first kiss.
Staring up into the gentle face of one of the school’s many Thestrals, Luna smiled. She knew that after the end of the war she was not the only to be able to see these magnificent creatures anymore, but she also knew of only one other student who ever came to visit them. As though her thinking of him had Summoned him to the clearing they usually met in, she heard his footsteps approaching her. The Thestral she was patting raised its head so it could acknowledge his arrival by whickering softly then lowered it again so Luna could continue scratching behind its ear. It was rare for them to speak when they met in this clearing, but Luna had seen the looks he had been giving her of late. She knew that he was hesitant about saying an
The curiosity killed the catHow curious.More Like This
How did it even start, exactly?
The War had ended, he surprisingly survived (they all did, thank Merlin) and was free from all charges, then she’d returned to her final school year and HE was still there, teaching. That’s sort of how it went.
First parties, for which he did not care much to attend, and happiness. Then the title of ‘heroes’ on their shoulders, rolling out of others’ tongues in a bittersweet small taste of fame. Things settled down then, Harry started his Auror training with Ron, and she was there again, at Hogwarts. She carried on with her studies and apparently he carried on as the Potions’ Master.
He was still bitter, of course, impatient towards ‘dunderhead’ students and even a bit nasty sometimes, but there was something different now, something that she couldn’t quite figure out.
The sentiment of feeling his pain, knowing what he had been through and the reason