A/N: One word: FEMMESLASH. Wait, that’s a word and a warning. Let me make it clearer, then, shall I?
WARNING: This fic contains FEMMESLASH, which is a fanfiction term for implied love of the female/female kind. Can’t take it? Then don’t read it. And don’t force yourself to read it, either.

Let Me Introduce You

Here Mum; let me introduce you to Luna, she’s my best friend.

Luna, don’t look at me like that. So we weren’t really friends until this year. Hey! Fourth year we got on alright...! Well, okay, that was only because of Harry and everything. But then in fifth year we got on a bit better, see. Mum, are you listening? Okay, sorry. Well, like I was saying–this is Luna, and we didn’t really become friends until fifth year, but it’s sixth year now, and we’re very, very, close.

She’s a lifesaver, Mum. Hermione is always with Pansy now, and Harry is always with Malfoy–Mum! You learned that ages ago, stop being so shocked–and Ron is always skulking around someplace. Oh, I’m sure he’s fine. But yeah, Luna’s great. She’s like Hermione, only not in such a bookish way. She knows all this stuff that we could never find in a textbook. She’s got this great outlook on life...I suppose it’s because of her...mum...and everything...but she’s just...amazing. Luna talks a lot when we’re in class, but when we’re alone, she doesn’t just talk, she monologues. Mum! Stop laughing! She’s great at it! God, if she taught my classes, I’d have gotten better O.W.L.s than Hermione!

Ow–Mum, did you see that? She hit me! What? Class is starting? What happened to lunch...? Oh. Sorry, Mum. Apparently, I skipped lunch. Sorry! Luna, where are you going? Back to the Ravenclaw dorms? What have we got next; Charms? Okay, I’ll meet you there. Ciao, bella.

Sorry, Mum. What? Where’d I learn the French? From Fleur. She comes round here once in awhile, I think she works for the Ministry now. Ask Bill. Or Charlie. Which one of them is she going out with anyway? I can’t remember. But she comes around the Gryffindor dorms sometimes, to see Harry and Ron, and she catches me sometimes. You know what she asks me, Mum? Er, nevermind. She just asks me where I get my bruises. I get a lot of them from Quidditch. Huh...? I’m not hiding anything, Mum. Seriously. Fleur comes and goes, and that’s all.

Stoppit, Mum. Stop looking at me like that. Stop saying I’ve got a secret to hide, because I don’t. You should be asking Ronniekins that. He’s always outside, or in the dungeons. I’d say he’s having a secret affair with a Slytherin! What? It might as well be so! I mean, look at Harry and Malfoy! And Seamus and that Zabini person! And why do you make that face every time I mention Harry and Malfoy? Is it Malfoy; or is it Harry? Are you upset that he’s queer, Mum? Are you upset that he’s not normal?

Oh, for Merlin’s sakes, don’t ‘Ginevra-Molly-Weasley’ me! Mum, I’m sixteen, you can’t hide me from the real world anymore. Look, if you’re so afraid everyone’s queer, take comfort in the fact that Fred and George and Bill and Charlie all have girlfriends. And that Lily–she’s a girl in my year, she’s got a boyfriend in Hufflepuff. There, you’re all calmed down now. Hmm? Me? Have I met any nice fellows lately?

Wha–oh, sorry. Pause, there. I was thinking. About the nice boys I’ve met lately. Michael is still very inconsiderate. Er, Neville has got Lavender. Erm. Uh. Oh, there’s some boys from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and they’re all very nice, but no, I don’t like them like that. Why so crestfallen, Mum? Hey, do you really want to know what Fleur asked me? Well, I’ll tell you. Fleur comes round and she goes, ‘So, Gee-nee, how goes le amour between you and Lune?’ Can you believe it, Mum? Fleur asked me if I was in love with Luna! And not in the best friend way, either!

I mean, Luna is the greatest. She knows things I didn’t think anyone was even allowed to know. It’s not Dark Magic, but I don’t think it’s entirely legal, either. She knows of armies that exist only in foreign lands, and creatures we can only see if we close our eyes, and worlds that exist beneath the ocean and behind the night sky. It’s like I’ve left my classes, but I’ve entered another one whenever I’m with her. Her voice is soft, but she talks in a way that captivates you. It just enthralls you so badly. She may look a little weird, but I don’t think that anymore, I think that’s just an ethereal beauty that no one else can see but me. You know Luna is the goddess of the moon, right? Luna Lovegood. What do you think her name means? Goddess of the moon is good to love?

...hey, Mum? Can I tell you something? I think Fleur was right. I think maybe that I–

Look, Luna’s back! Oh, damn–I mean, darn–I’m late for Charms! See you later, Mum. What? What about what I was going to say? Oh, that. Er...I’ll tell you some other time. Bye!

–Luna! Wait for me!

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