Luna & Dean

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Three

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Luna

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Early morning is my favorite time of day. All’s calm, all’s quiet, all’s peaceful. At Hogwarts, I used to get out of bed around five a.m. just to watch the sun rise. I’d pretend to wake with the others, of course, but those dewy mornings spent watching the sun rise—oh, they were my sanctuary.

Now, I’m standing at my bedroom window, the only light coming from the glowing bedside clock that reads 4:52 a.m.. Quiet snores echo throughout Shell Cottage.

I wonder what to do today. Nothing exciting seems to be happening here at Shell Cottage. If only something were. If only I could…

Do something with Dean.

The words appear before I can stop them.

I have to finally accept it. I’m in love with Dean Thomas. Why didn’t I realize this before, at Hogwarts, anywhere…? Well, nothing I can do about it now. I wonder if he’ll talk to me later. Gods, I hope so.

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Dean

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When is Luna coming down? Breakfast is almost ready! I can’t lose my nerve. I can’t, I can’t, I just can’t.

Fleur motions for me to sit down and dumps a bunch of toast and kippers on my plate. I know I’m not going to eat them, but she’d probably be insulted if I said so. It’s nothing personal to her, I’m just not hungry.

Where’s Luna?!

She was supposed to be down ten minutes ago. I hope she’s okay. What if—

Oh, God, here she is.

She’s walking down the stairs wearing jeans, a T-shirt and trainers, the perfect outfit for a walk in the garden. I’ll ask her right after breakfast. Right after breakfast. Okay. I have a plan. Okay.

I begin eating breakfast.

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Luna

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I hope he notices me. No, I hope he doesn’t. I don’t want to do something stupid, but gods do I want him to look at me. He seems mesmerized by his kippers, though. Maybe he just really likes them.

Breakfast seems to finish in three seconds flat. I clear my plate, and Dean follows. Just as I’m about to walk back upstairs, he grabs my arm, and I feel a spark running up it—Electricity? Surprise? Adoration?

“L-Luna,” he says in a quiet, shaky voice, “d-d-d’you want to go on a… a walk with me?”

Yes! Yes! I do! I do!

“Sure, Dean,” I reply softly.

He nods, and his face splits into a wide grin. “Cool,” he says, “let’s go.”

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Dean

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I walk down Fleur’s garden path with Luna by my side. I have tingles everywhere, right down to my toes. What do I say next? Should I even talk at all? Should I hold her hand? Kiss her? Touch her?

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Luna

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I can’t believe I’m actually walking with Dean. This is the definition of bliss. Will he hold my hand? Kiss me? Gods, I hope so.

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Dean

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I can’t believe I’m actually about to do this, but I am. I stop walking, and so does Luna, looking confused at my sudden halt. I am, too, actually. What am I doing? I don’t know anything about girls. Even with Ginny I didn’t have such strong feelings for her as I do Luna right now.

“Hi,” she says suddenly, and the spell is broken. I chuckle softly, being unsure of what to say back. But it’s now or never.

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Luna

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What’s Dean doing? He’s leaning forwards. Wait. Oh, gods. Oh, gods! I—I can’t believe this is happening! I lean forwards, too, and oh… gods… we’re… almost… touching…

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Dean

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One more second…

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Luna

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This feels like an eternity…

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Dean

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Oh my God, our lips are touching, and we’re actually kissing.

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Luna

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Oh gods, my first kiss and I’m SO glad it’s with Dean. He’s really a great kisser.

Finally, after two minutes or so, he pulls away and smiles at me. I smile back. I was wrong when I said walking with him was bliss; kissing him was so much better.

“I really like you, Luna.”

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Dean

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Did I just say that? The words slipped out without me thinking. I hope she says something of that sort back… I’m such a moron.

“I really like you, Dean,” she replies, grinning wider.

God, I can’t believe this. Do things this good really happen to me?

I lean in for round two, and she eagerly accepts. For a moment, I forget about the war, forget You-Know-Who, forget everything, and in a space of a moment, it’s just me and Luna and no one else.

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