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27 July 2007 @ 08:48 pm
Harry Potter; Dean/Luna  
Title: An Introdution To Drawing In Charcoal
Author: thethirdbar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/s, Character/s: Dean Thomas/Luna Lovegood
Rating: G
Word Count: 1159
Summary: Dean and Luna bond over art during their stay at Shell Cottage.
Comments: SPOILERS FOR HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS. Probably. Erm. Also, this is the first thing I've written in a Very Long Time, so it might be crap. I was just so excited to actually finish writing something I had to post it!




He's been at Shell Cottage for two days when he realises he needs to get outside, away from the stifling air of this cottage, crowded with people he barely knows. He's grateful for Bill and Fleur Weasley's generosity, of course, but he's always been the sort to need his own space, and the crisp air outside is calling to him. He slips out quietly, unnoticed, and sets off along the cliff edge, taking deep breaths and trying to clear his head of all thoughts of running and fear, of the Malfoys' cellar and the sound of Hermione Granger's screams.

He's still a few metres away from her when he notices her, sitting with her back propped against a rock and her knees up to her chest. She hasn't noticed him, though, and he begins to turn away, not wanting to disturb her peace when he knows how badly he sought his own.

“You don't have to go,” she says suddenly, making him jump, and he turns again to see her gazing intently at him. She's got a soft, vague smile on her face, and her slightly protuberant eyes are hiding shadows behind them; he's not really comfortable around Luna Lovegood, not entirely sure he wants to stay. The sun is setting, though, and her long blonde hair flares bright orangeredpink as the light catches it. He's struck with a sudden urge to draw her, beautiful there, silhouetted against the cliff edge in the setting sun, and says so.

Her smile changes. It doesn't get bigger, but the blurry edges of it sharpen into a delighted expression. She gestures for him to sit down, patting the ground next to her with a pale hand, slender and graceful like the rest of her, and he obediently joins her, his own lithe frame folding as he crosses his legs. He offers her an uncertain smile as he pulls a small sketchpad from his pocket and she beams more brightly, her face creasing into a shape it doesn't look like it's used to. He looks at her more closely, and it properly occurs to him for the first time in the two days he's been living with her that while he was only there for an hour at most, Luna was in that cellar for weeks, maybe months. Her skin, naturally pale, is now almost translucent from the lack of sunlight, stretched over hollow cheeks and sharp angles of bones showing through; she's not merely slender, she's barely there. Though she's smiling eagerly at him, the shadows in her grey eyes are hiding something sinister. He has to lower his eyes for a second; it hurts to look at her for too long.

“I can draw too,” she tells him, her voice still dreamy, perhaps a little bit wistful. “I like drawing.” Her feet are bare, he notices, her pale toes curling in the grass. Her toenails are painted – those on her left foot in dark blue with tiny silver stars and those on her right foot in pale blue with equally tiny golden suns. It's intricately detailed work for a canvas as small as her dainty toenails are, and he's impressed. He tells her so and she looks pleased.

Incendio,” he murmurs, setting fire to the end of a stick of wood he's picked up off the ground. He lets it burn for a minute or so as Luna's fingers trace patterns in the smoke that's coming from it, and then blows it out, letting it cool for a second before pressing his improvised charcoal to paper and beginning to draw. Luna seems to have become completely unaware of his presence as she gazes out across the sea; she's standing now, her fingers still outlining invisible patterns on the evening air as she hums quietly and sways to her own music. He doesn't mind her apparent disinterest in him, though; it leaves him free to concentrate on etching out the waves of her dirty blonde hair as it cascades down her back, on perfecting the soft angle of her jaw and the line of her nose. He pays particular attention to her feet, toes buried in the grass that brushes against her ankles, and the trailing hem of her robes. He's concentrating on the pattern of the fabric and the texture of the grass, so it's a minute before he realises that Luna's looking over his shoulder at the image he's drawn.

“Ooh, it's lovely, you can draw very well. She's beautiful,” Luna coos, her breath hot against his ear. “Who is she?”

He frowns at her, thinking she's laughing at him, mocking his drawing, but her eyes are wide and innocent, gazing curiously at him, and he realises she's perfectly serious. He clears his throat, a little uncomfortably, and scratches at the back of his neck.

“It's you,” he tells her. “It – that's what you look like. You're beautiful.”

Luna blinks slowly, gazing intently at the picture with those disconcerting eyes of hers, and Dean feels exposed and awkward. After a few long, long minutes she drags her gaze away from the image and back up to Dean's face. Her expression is still inquisitive, but he thinks some of the shadows that were lingering behind her eyes have vanished.

“I don't think anybody else sees me like that,” she says, and Dean feels heat rising in his cheeks.

“But that's how you are,” he asserts, a slight catch to his voice as Luna leans closer to him. Her breath is brushing against his ear again and he shivers at the heat in it.

“Thank you,” she whispers, leaning closer still and pressing her lips to his cheek in a gentle kiss. Her hair is trailing over her shoulder and she smells of smoke and grass with an inexplicable hint of lemonade, and he can't help himself as he turns his head to meet her lips with his own. She tastes of lemonade, too, he thinks fuzzily to himself as they kiss, one hand on her thin waist to steady her. It's a sweet kiss, soft and slow and it's over before he realises. She's looking at him again with her wide eyes glinting silver now, in the moonlight. There's something indecipherable about her expression as she smiles and traces the edges of his lips with her fingertip.

“That was nice,” she says, matter-of-fact as always. “I think I like kissing you, Dean Thomas.” And then she's standing up again and walking away from him, back along the cliff edge towards the cottage, leaving behind a lingering scent of lemonade. Dean stares at the picture he's drawn of her, taking in all the details of her that he wasn't even aware that he'd noticed. After a few minutes he smiles to himself, following Luna back to the cottage and wondering, idly, whether anything will come of telling Luna he wants to draw her again tomorrow night.

--fin.


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Celestial Navigatorwook77 on July 27th, 2007 08:19 pm (UTC)
I liked the softness of this and the way that Dean sees her as beautiful.

Very nice job!
the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .cherished dreams forever asleepthethirdbar on July 27th, 2007 08:23 pm (UTC)
yay. thanks a lot, i'm glad you liked it. :D
lee: Lunasnegurochka_lee on July 27th, 2007 08:38 pm (UTC)
Oh, how lovely!

“Who is she?

Eeee, Luna! What a perfect thing for her to say!! I loved that. :)
the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .let us die young or let us live foreverthethirdbar on July 28th, 2007 11:20 pm (UTC)
hee, thankyou, i'm glad you liked it! :))
batteryinleg: ravenclaw is lovebatteryinleg on July 27th, 2007 08:46 pm (UTC)
I want to draw her too now :)
I really liked it ^^
the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .sing like you think no one's listeningthethirdbar on July 28th, 2007 11:05 pm (UTC)
me too! i wish i could draw. :(

i'm glad you did, thankyou very much. :) :)
Camden: DRNakedabusing_sarcasm on July 27th, 2007 09:18 pm (UTC)
What a pretty little story! Your Luna was captured perfectly and made me sign with delight! :)
the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .god it's been a lovely daythethirdbar on July 28th, 2007 11:04 pm (UTC)
thankyou very much. i'm really glad everybody is so pleased with my portrayal of luna. :D
just heather: Deanheather on July 27th, 2007 10:23 pm (UTC)
That was just lovely. :D
the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .smile for a while and let's be jollythethirdbar on July 28th, 2007 11:01 pm (UTC)
thankyou. :))
I've got freedom, I've got second sight: dean/lunakethlenda on July 28th, 2007 01:30 am (UTC)
Here via the quibbler_report. This is just lovely. All the little details. The toenails! Her matter-of-fact reaction to the kiss. Just perfect. You should link this over at luna_dean--all of us L/D fangirls over there will love it. :)
the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .for all the tea in chinathethirdbar on July 28th, 2007 11:01 pm (UTC)
yay, somebody mentioned her toenails! i was hoping someone would notice them. :D and i have, as per-your-request, posted it in that community, thanks for the suggestion. :D

(gosh, i was linked to in a community! how exciting. :D :D :D)
ET: Book Loveet13 on July 28th, 2007 06:37 am (UTC)
“I think I like kissing you, Dean Thomas.”
That is so Luna, it made me smile. =) Keep on writing!
the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .snap her up in a butterfly netthethirdbar on July 28th, 2007 10:58 pm (UTC)
hee. thank you very much. :))
xNymphadoraX: Luna's Epiloguexnymphadorax on July 28th, 2007 07:27 am (UTC)
Oh this was a lovely read. There is something soft and delicate about your Luna and about this entire piece, actually. I enjoyed Dean's hesitance toward her, despite being drawn to her; it was very realistic. I loved the ending. “That was nice.” Classic Luna.
the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .'cause you're crazy-beautifulthethirdbar on July 28th, 2007 10:56 pm (UTC)
that was pretty much the effect i was going for, so thanks a lot. :D
tari3: [HP_Luna] Don't Part With Illusionstari3 on July 28th, 2007 08:13 am (UTC)
That was very lovely! I'm falling so hard for this ship!
the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .candy in your fingertipsthethirdbar on July 28th, 2007 10:50 pm (UTC)
thanks! me too, it's great. Dean always seems so quiet and down-to-earth and Luna so very...not. it makes for an interesting dynamic between the two! :D
Maple: Dean/Lunamaple_mahogany on July 28th, 2007 03:22 pm (UTC)
I really adore this ship.

Dean is really in for it, now. I liked it hurts to look at her for too long
the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .the way i'm loving youthethirdbar on July 28th, 2007 11:22 pm (UTC)
cute icon. :D i like them too.

he pretty much is doomed to liking Luna now, yes. :D thankyou. :))
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the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .yeah i like youthethirdbar on July 28th, 2007 05:59 pm (UTC)
I had it just as smoke and grass at first but it seemed like something was missing, and lemonade struck me as very Luna... I'm glad you agree! :D
Lizdraconic_rogue on July 28th, 2007 04:40 pm (UTC)
This was very sweet. And it would be very like Luna not to realize she's beautiful.
the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .never ever as cute as youthethirdbar on July 28th, 2007 10:57 pm (UTC)
thankyou. :)
Sam. I. Am!: Harry Potter [Luna]gryffinclaw on July 28th, 2007 05:11 pm (UTC)
I love this ship, and your fic was so sweet!

Well done.
the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .all the bubbles of love we madethethirdbar on July 28th, 2007 10:47 pm (UTC)
thankyou. :)
a_t_raina_t_rain on July 29th, 2007 07:35 pm (UTC)
Aww, that was sweet. I adore the "I think I like kissing you, Dean Thomas" line and all the little visual details.
hollycomb on August 3rd, 2007 11:02 pm (UTC)
Oh gosh, this is wonderful. Luna is perfect here. :)
Kate: HP: Luna/Dean 2butterfly_kate on August 6th, 2007 12:25 pm (UTC)
Aww! So beautiful!

It's so like Luna to be surprised that she's beautiful, or that Dean sees her that way, and so like Dean to think that it's obvious.

Great job!
a girl with the best intentions: Dean/Lunasellthelie on January 5th, 2008 02:18 pm (UTC)
This is lovely! I love the last paragraph, what Luna says, and Dean's final thought. ♥
the Queen of Melodrama & Irrationality: .luna lovegoodthethirdbar on January 14th, 2008 04:26 pm (UTC)
thank you. :)
sofia666sofia666 on June 28th, 2008 10:49 am (UTC)
Great writing. I love it, Dean's view of Luna, Luna's toenails, and the great line:
“That was nice,” she says, matter-of-fact as always. Hope you write more D/L.