Nargle's Assistance

"I-I think you have a Nargle in your hair…"... He nearly sighed when she whispered tremulously, "All done now." She moved as if to step away when he reached out, as fast as lightning what with his Seeker reflexes and all, and caught her wrist. His face felt… rather warm. Was that normal…? "Don't..." His voice was barely a whisper. Harry/Luna. Not OotP compliant.