Chapter 1 : Enchanted
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It's a Luna/Rolf, my first, but I think it turned out all right! Let me know your opinions. (:
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or the song Enchanted.
They met, and it was different.
Her with the bright blonde hair, he with the deep brown.
They had a conversation through smiles and silly looks, and throughout dinner their eyes met several times.
At the end of the night, she spoke a single sentence, her first directly to him of the night.
He couldn’t forget her.
After some searching that he neither was proud of nor denied, he found out her name.
The name was happy, was light, was everything he thought she should be.
And he found himself hoping, praying that she wasn’t with someone else, that he could be the one for her – because as silly as it might have seemed, he felt as though he’d fallen in love with her over that single sentence.
She hoped he was alone.
She knew that this was a silly thing to hope, that this was selfish of her, but she couldn’t bring herself to mind – because she’d felt it, and she knew he had to have as well. They were made for each other; even the Rumples had foregone hurting the two of them.
Perhaps it wasn’t love yet. Perhaps that would take time, and effort, and perhaps they would fight and argue and it wouldn’t be perfect, but it would feel like it was, and wasn’t that the important thing?
She thought so.
It was everything and nothing like before.
He held out a hand to her, winking a bit, and the grin seemed as though it was going to break his face.
She held up a hand against the side of his face and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.
He started at her, a bit shocked. “What?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t feel it,” and oh, goodness, her voice was the same as he remembered, though his memory hadn’t done it justice – soft and sweet and perfect.
“Of course I did.”
“Good.” She smiled. “I’m glad.”
“Please come with me.”
She smiled. “What? Where?”
He was her Prince Charming, but nothing like she imagined.
They fought a lot – well, he fought with her about her ideas and her creatures but it wasn’t malicious, not at all, and he went with her to search for the Loch Ness Monster and it was there, in the middle of a forest, that he said the words, that he asked her, and she whipped her head around and threw her arms around his neck and whispered it, “Yes, yes, yes,” over and over, her mantra.
And they were married outside, under a white tent, and her friends were there and it was simple and sweet and perfect.
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