Blaise is enamored, the twins are wearing kohl for fun, and once upon a time, the moon first glanced upon the sun. 'Perhaps you should keep it,' she smiled with curious warmth, 'I am sure it went through a lot of trouble finding you.' Warning: you might laugh. Rated T. Short chapters. Feedback always welcome! ps: la imagen no es mía.
England's infamous headbanging machine is very keen on meeting a certain writer. Why so...?
Luna Lovegood has curious plans for the Yule Ball.
Luna is a bestselling author, and a certain someone, having read her book, is very keen on meeting her...
Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle decide to pull a hoax on Luna Lovegood. However, where they lock her up, she is not quite alone...
'The tragedy of life is not that it ends soon, but that we wait so long to begin it' -W.M Lewis
The Merchant of Hearts can give Xeno what his heart desires...but at what cost?
This story explains why Luna's father is ailing in 'Midnight Tryst', and why a hero died prematurely in Harry Potter and the deathly Hallows part 2, which I own not.
The war is over. Sequel to the midnight tryst, which must be read first
The war is finally over. Sequel to the midnight tryst. Must be read first.
Sequel to the midnigh tryst. Must read first.
Draco Malfoy bumps into Loony Lovegood in a deserted archway. At midnight, masks drop.
The Slytherin boys pull a hoax on Luna Lovegood. Why, but isn't it rosy.
'I'm sorry the truth must hurt you so much, I just wanted to see your resolve melt.' He grinned.
'I'm sorry that the truth must hurt you so much. I just wanted to see your resolve melt.' He grinned.
Blaise comes across Luna Lovegood while staying in Paris with the tempestuous Draco Malfoy. One-shot.
As the looms of faith spin beneath the moonlight, two lost soul are granted a waltz in Eden for as long as it is midnight. One-shot.
Every day, a different melody stirred his core, and a different song was crooned. When he couldn't hear it passing in a hallway, it whirred in his mind. When he couldn't remember a certain chorus line, it replayed again, the music cradling his soul, resonating against the walls of his solitary chamber.
'Hush now! You cannot see it either, the beauty in him…nobody will…such is this corrupt world conceived to think…Myopically, I say…' She sighed. One-shot.
Life makes dream, dream makes hope, hope makes choice, choice makes regret and regret makes dejection. In the tempestuous welter of happiness and despondence, sometimes, just sometimes, you'll get a fresh start. One-shot.