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but billy is posting abt luna and harry bc xir a genius so now i am Thnking so hard about that
luna being close with draco post-war bc she's the first person draco apologizes to and they form a very close friendship. she slowly returns to her eccentric self and draco appreciates it. before, he would've called her "loony" for her neurosis, but he begins to instead -
appreciate her gentleness and the peace she seems to carry with her.
he finds himself sitting in grassy meadows with luna, quiet and contemplative as she picks flowers and interacts with the creatures. he doesn't even argue when she places a crown of marigolds on his head.
he finds himself sitting in grassy meadows with luna, quiet and contemplative as she picks flowers and interacts with the creatures. he doesn't even argue when she places a crown of marigolds on his head.
harry also grows closer to luna. she's not the same after the war, but neither is he. they both learn to be okay with this.
everyone else is so concerned with moving forward and forging ahead, luna understands the importance of healing quietly and slowly. when harry has -
everyone else is so concerned with moving forward and forging ahead, luna understands the importance of healing quietly and slowly. when harry has -
nightmares, she's there to wipe away his tears, but not to hush him. she'll rub his back and curl into bed with him, holding him and telling him quietly,
"that's okay, harry. you're always strong. it's okay to not be sometimes."
they spend a large amount of time sitting -
"that's okay, harry. you're always strong. it's okay to not be sometimes."
they spend a large amount of time sitting -
together in comfortable silences. in her cottage, in his home, in the garden, at hogwarts - everywhere.
it's not uncommon to find them curled together on a blanket in the grass somewhere, asleep and at peace, their fingers brushing as the moon and the stars blink down at them
it's not uncommon to find them curled together on a blanket in the grass somewhere, asleep and at peace, their fingers brushing as the moon and the stars blink down at them
luna and harry and draco living in a small cottage far away from each other yup yup yup
there are two rooms but they all curl into the bigger one together anyways, usually in different configurations.
luna sometimes sleeps between draco and harry, curled on her side with her -
there are two rooms but they all curl into the bigger one together anyways, usually in different configurations.
luna sometimes sleeps between draco and harry, curled on her side with her -
back pressed against harry's chest and her face resting on draco's palm.
sometimes it's just her and draco. she hugs him as they sleep, her warm breath ghosting across the nape of his neck. their hair blends together where it fans across the pillow - and they look like twins.
sometimes it's just her and draco. she hugs him as they sleep, her warm breath ghosting across the nape of his neck. their hair blends together where it fans across the pillow - and they look like twins.
when it's just her and harry, they sleep curled towards each other. their foreheads brush, and their legs tangle. their fingers sometimes brush, but mostly they're just in close proximity with each other.
sometimes it's just harry and draco. harry's arm thrown across harry's -
sometimes it's just harry and draco. harry's arm thrown across harry's -
waist and his chin nestled in harry's shoulder. she watches them for a bit, sipping at her mug of tea, before quietly tip-toeing from the room.
when it's just her, she sleeps fitfully, kicking the sheets off and writhing in her sleep. they always cover her with a blanket again.
when it's just her, she sleeps fitfully, kicking the sheets off and writhing in her sleep. they always cover her with a blanket again.
when it's just draco, harry and luna watch together, he curls into himself like a kitten, his nose twitching and his eyelashes fluttering.
when harry sleeps alone, he often find himself trapped in nightmares. they brush his hair from his face, wipe the sweat from his forehead,
when harry sleeps alone, he often find himself trapped in nightmares. they brush his hair from his face, wipe the sweat from his forehead,
and rub his back, whispering soothingly.
they all agree wordlessly that the best nights are when they're all together, wrapped around and curled into each other - a mess of arms and legs and hearts,
they all agree wordlessly that the best nights are when they're all together, wrapped around and curled into each other - a mess of arms and legs and hearts,
