Love's Good
Luna Lovegood x Any!Slytherin!Reader
Summary: Luna Lovegood reassures you when you have anxiety about being the only Slytherin member of Dumbledore's Army
Content: anxiety, kisses, in-universe curses, mild angst
Cross posted to Ao3
“I’m not so sure this is a good idea…”
Is your tie too tight? It feels like something is constricting your throat. The emerald detailing and serpent emblem on your robes seem… glaring, and your palm is sweaty where it connects to Luna’s, standing before a seemingly blank wall.
Of course, it’s more than that. Nothing at Hogwarts is ever as it seems. This wall happens to conceal the secret entrance for the Room of Requirement. Though, since that Umbridge woman took over, it’s more commonly known as the Dumbledore’s Army headquarters.
You glance at the white-blonde witch beside you, and she looks as unbothered as ever. A gentle, almost serene smile gracing her lips, her eyes just slightly unfocused as if seeing something others cannot.
“Don’t be silly,” she hums in that sweet, airy voice of hers, “this is a wonderful idea.”
You’ve had this conversation at least three times on the walk here; Luna’s patience with you is endless.
“But I’m in Slytherin,” you remind her.
She just blinks at you with her beautiful, big, sparkly eyes.
“There are no other Slytherins in Dumbledore’s Army.”
Still no reply.
“And with Draco running around like Umbridge’s lapdog, along with the rest of his friends, my house isn’t exactly seen in the best of lights right now-” you break off in a sigh, your mounting anxiety choking off the rest of your verbalized thought.
Luna blinks at you again, then turns her face away, sighing casually, “I wish I had my Spectrespecs on me.”
Your brow furrows. Luna isn’t always the most… coherent, but that seems rather random, even for her.
Taking a deep breath, you take the bait anyway. “Why…?”
“To check your ears for wrackspurts, of course.”
She turns back to you again, a rather uncharacteristic frown on her face. “Because you appear not to be listening to me.”
She shifts her body to face you fully, taking your other hand. You swallow. Luna’s almost never this serious.
"I like you,” she continues, beautiful blue eyes boring right into your heart, “I see no reason why they wouldn’t.”
You sigh, and a small smile pulls at your lips. She says it so confidently, like this is the only logic that makes any sense.
Even if, realistically, there are plenty of people who wouldn’t like you, almost purely because she does.
But you can’t bear to argue with her anymore. That, and all you’re doing standing out here is stalling the inevitable. You’d promised Luna you’d go to a DA meeting with her, and that is what you are going to do.
One pair of hands still clasped, you allow her to lead you down the corridor three times until a door carves itself out of the stone wall. you reach for the handle. Hesitate. Look at Luna.
Founder save you, that smile makes you entirely unable to tell her no. Steeling your nerves, you turn the knob and push the door open.
Were it up to you, you probably would’ve hung closer to the sides. Hope to avoid the majority of the crowd, and with it, unnecessary drama. But no, Luna, with surprising strength, drags you right into the middle of everyone to say hi to Harry of all people.
“Hello, Harry,” Luna hums, pulling you to a stop just behind the black-haired wizard.
He whirls, mildly startled at her sudden appearance. “Oh! Er… Hi, Luna.”
He glances at you, and you feel your spine straighten subconsciously. You belong here, you remind yourself, even if you don’t believe it.
If you act like you know what you’re doing, most likely, everyone will believe you.
Luna gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, and you swear, you could kiss the girl right here and now.
“And you are…?”
You tell him your name, and he nods. “Right, well, we still have a couple groups left before we can start, and I’m a little busy helping Neville, so I’ll talk to you two, later, yeah?”
He turns and starts giving instructions and advice to the struggling wizard.
You blink.
That’s it? No who are you? No what are you doing here? Nothing?
“Well, that went… better than I expected,” You mumble, letting Luna lead you off again.
“I did try to tell you,” Luna replies warmly, pressing her shoulder against yours.
She pulls you around the space, introducing you to various other members of the Army. Nobody is particularly warm, but they aren’t hostile, and that is a win you’ll take.
After the last of the members is confirmed to arrive, the lesson is revealed to be on casting patronuses.
While simple in concept, Harry doesn’t hesitate to stress that this is rather advanced magic, and we’d be lucky if we even cast a formless patronus on our first try.
“Think of a happy memory,” he says, “the happiest one you’ve got.”
A happy memory…
You try several with no luck, and huff in frustration. Happy memory… happy memory…
You think of Luna. Just… Luna in general. Her face, her hair, her smile, the way her voice always holds a sort of dreamy quality…
A wispy, grey mist emerges from your wand, and you grin in triumph. Luna, beside you, as she’d been all evening, smiles broadly at you, standing on her toes lightly to kiss your cheek.
Your own broad grin plastered on your face, you cast the spell one last time, and a fully formed patronus erupts from your wand-tip, circles Luna, then dissipates in a cloud of grey mist.
You no longer care that you’re surrounded by other students. You shove your wand into your pocket, spin Luna back towards you, grab her face in both hands
And kiss her.
A/N: I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE the Ao3 author curse might be manifesting qwq
