She Will Be Loved
"heart beats fast, colors and promises, how to be brave."
Luna Lovegood's blonde hair falls down her back in tiny curls at the bottom. Her light sea green colored dress ends loosely above her knees to have the rim in lavender. A flower design sits, darker green, on the left leg of her attire. It's Fleur's idea to apply a bit of mascara and blush, pronouncing her features.
There aren't bruises anywhere. She looks perfect.
The brown boots she's sliding her feet into have a small heel, but leave her knees fully exposed. They'll jingle as she walks. She can't forget the white knitted beanie Dean had given her just yesterday. It will be cold. Wrackspurts think this chilly weather wonderful. She grabs her jacket and turns off the lights.
There is a pink lip-gloss smile on her face. She feels perfect.
The black, oval, full-length mirror Luna stood in front of is alone to reflect the corner of her bed, which has all her preparation materials thrown on top. This will be a night to remember.
He's hops a little while putting on his brand new red jeans. ("The color is matching the Polo you have," Fleur told him). As a boy, Dean Thomas isn't into fashion, so he obliges. He kind of cherishes that shirt since his mum got it for him last Christmas. It takes him several minutes to retrieve it from his cream-walled, sloppy closet.
Where's his pencil? He's not sure; this dampers his spirit a bit.
Bill wants him to organize, however, he keeps forgetting. The seventeen-year-old straightens his collar. Once finished, he shoves his yellow-socked feet inside silver lace less Muggle Converse. These sneakers are his favorite; it's advised not wear them to tonight as they've small streaks of dirt.
Where's his silly pencil? He still doesn't see it here; maybe he should Accio it.
Everything is perfect because Dean looks fine, feels great. But, even though his nerves are high, he cannot wait, so he heads toward the door, lights down with his autumn coat in hand.
"We don't need to lose anyone." Bill grins. "Ron's visit is enough."
Luna descends to the floor off the step. "Dean knows where he's going. It's okay."
And Dean bites his lip. HE follows in time, though for Luna to ask him to spin her. She twirls breathtakingly easy as Fleur photographs the moment to last forever. He can't help relishing everything before that shutter snaps.
Luna is running out of Shell Cottage; she's faster than wind, and her blond mane is flying behind, but Dean's quick as well. (Two can play at this game). They keep each other's pace. Whatever breath they had is gone; Dean's laughing.
"That..." he pauses for air. "...has to be the most exhilarating experience ever!"
Apparition happens in a pop at the edge of the woods. Now, the magic will begin.
Hi there! I've been neglecting author's notes. Please don't kill me! Okay, so, this is the first chapter of a three-chaptered fiction. Review and tell me what you think. For MimbTheHufflepuffGirl, who wanted more of my other DeanLuna story. Don't fave without a review! Thanks.