The upbeat tempo ran through the room and the sound of different voices talking and laughing filled my ears. I hadn’t particularly wanted to come but she had convinced me. She seemed to do that a lot. I don’t know what it is about her that gets me to do what she wants me to, maybe it is the sweet innocence of her face, the way she sees everything in such a different way. However it is that she does it, she gets me where she wants me.
“Come on Dean,” she said, pulling on my hands and leading me out to the dance floor.
I hate dancing and I know that I am awful at it but I allow myself at her mercy as I start dancing with her, smiling as I watched her take care not to touch the other people that were dancing.
“Be careful,” she said in a stage whisper so that she could be heard above the music but also not heard by the others. “Remember, you can catch Snuffle-ums from touching people other than your partner while dancing.”
In the back of my mind I made the connection with something that she had told me earlier but I couldn’t for the life of me remember what Snuffle-ums were supposed to do. I kept dancing so that she would be happy and watched with joy as her long blonde hair fell over eyes, only to be shook out of the way by her head movements. I sighed in relief as the song to a slow song and started to head off the floor to get some of the odd pink punch that was sitting on the table to the side.
“Don’t you want to dance Dean?” she asked, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward her. “It’s one of the best feelings, dancing is.”
“Not particularly Luna,” I said but allowed her to bring me closer to her. “You know that I don’t like dancing.”
“Maybe you just don’t like dancing with other people,” Luna said. “Sometimes the Snuffle-ums like playing tricks on people to make them think that they don’t like dancing. They think it is funny. You seem to be having a good time dancing with me.”
“That is because it is you,” I said, not really paying attention. When I realized what I said my eyes opened up wide and I searched her face to see if she took what I said to the full effect of what it was meant.
“Of course,” she said, looking completely casual as we started swaying to the music. “I am wearing Snuffle-um repellent.”
She shook her head so that her hair was behind her ears and I could see that she was not wearing her normal radish earrings and was instead wearing a pair that looked almost like corks with a small tree growing on them. I assumed this was where the “repellent” was kept and nodded, trying not to release my breath quickly that I had been holding in the hopes that she hadn’t realized what I meant.
“You know, I am really glad that we are friends,” she said after a little while. “I have never really had a good friend like you. I think that the others are intimidated by my knowledge of the creatures that the Ministry tries to hide.”
“I am glad that we are friends too Luna,” I said, wishing that we were more than friends but knowing that it couldn’t be.
“I think that I am being affected by Fluffles,” she said, shaking her head as if to get something off of it. “That is impossible though; the repellent that keeps Snuffle-ums away also keeps away Fluffles.”
“What are Fluffles?” I asked, knowing that without asking I would have no clue what she was talking about until she changed the subject.
“They are nasty little creatures,” she said, waving her hands around her head. “They appear all fluffy and sweet, when you can see them that is, and they make you feel things that you don’t really feel.”
“Well why do you think that you are being affected by Fluffles?” I asked, not allowing myself to get my hopes up.
“I think that I am being affected by Fluffles because I think that I like you,” she said, looking worried. “I don’t know why the repellent isn’t working though.”
“If there are Fluffles I sincerely hope they go away,” I said. “I don’t want to put my heart through any more torture than it is already going through.”
“What do the Fluffles have to do with you going through torture?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. “They didn’t cause our friends and family to just die in that war.”
“That isn’t what I am talking about,” I said, groaning to myself as I realized what I had gotten myself into.
“Well then what are you talking about?” she asked, looking genuinely confused.
“I can’t tell you,” I said, not wanting to ruin the friendship that we already had.
“Why not?” she asked. “Come on Dean, you can tell me, we are friends.”
“That is the reason why I can’t tell you,” I said. “We are friends. I don’t want that to go away despite of what I might say.”
“It won’t go away,” she said honestly. “We will still be friends, no matter what you say. Nothing can change the fact that we are friends.”
“That’s what I am talking about,” I said, trying to summon up some of the Gryffindor courage that had to be in me somewhere. “I don’t want to be friends.”
The appalled look on her face sent me into shock and pain ripped through my heart as I realized what she thought that I meant by what I said. I grabbed her arm before she could start backing away like I knew she was about to.
“I want to be so much more than friends,” I said, looking straight into her eyes. “My feelings for you have grown so much over this past year. I want us to be so much more but I know that it can’t happen. So I am willing to just be friends. I don’t want to force you to do anything that you don’t want to do and I definitely don’t want to lose your friendship.”
Luna looked thoughtful and I dropped her arm, looking away from her. I didn’t think I would be able to look her in the eyes when she turned me down and said that we couldn’t be friends any more either. That would just be too much.
“I think that I want more too,” she said, looking at me as my head jerked back over to look at her. “I am not sure, is it supposed to be this wonderful tingly feeling in my chest whenever I think about you?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “That is what happens to me though.”
“Then I am sure of it,” she said. “I like you, in more than just a friendly way.”
“Really?” I asked, feeling like I was walking on air.
“Yes, I am absolutely sure,” she said, nodding her head decisively. “What do we do now?”
“Well, now I ask you if you want to go out on Saturday night and you answer,” I said, elated.
“Yes Dean, I will go out with you on Saturday,” she said, smiling. “Make sure to wear your Jumping Ranglears repellent though. They only go out on Saturday nights and you are safer by yourself than when you are with a group.”
“All right Luna,” I said, smiling as well. “I will wear Jumping Ranglears repellent.”
“Thank you,” she said. “Now let’s dance.”
“But I don’t like dancing,” I complained as she got me out onto the floor.
“Yes you do,” she said. “You just don’t know it yet. You will find out just how much you love to dance with me for I love to dance.”
I just shook my head and started to dance with her, watching her, knowing that she was now mine. Even the somber mood of the day couldn’t bring me down, for it was the best day that I had experienced in my life, just for those couple of minutes.
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