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You SO get my love for weird pairings while drabbling XD Intersting, this was, but I don't think I'd ever be able to write something longer of them.

Puzzle
HP – Ron/Luna – 179 Words

The ceiling above Ron is yellow, and purple fluffy things that pretend to be clouds move around it with a simple Charm. He closes his eyes, wishes it was all a dream (but not a nightmare) and a figment of his imagination. He opens his eyes, bites his lip and represses the urge to twine his fingers in Luna’s hair.

Morning after, and Ron can’t decide yet if this was a good idea. Luna frowns at him once she wakes up. “Well, aren’t you going to make breakfast for me?” she asks, and Ron’s Oh, goes forgotten as she kisses him.

Ron’s not sure when exactly did the “Ronald!” started to become endearing instead of cringe-worthy, and he’ll be damned if he admits he sort-of-but-not-really likes the radish earrings, but then again, he’d never been that common anyway.

(Luna connects his freckles with a Muggle permanent marker the next morning, all tickles and sighs for Ron, and she says the freckles form a Kneazle yawning with a awe in her voice.

He somewhat understands why he loves her, then.)