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"Luna?" The man in dress robes steps to her shyly.
"What is it, cub?" she responds.
Gosh, she looks breathtaking, sitting in the garden, surrounded by wild flowers.
"What are you doing here?" he asks tentatively, as if expecting to be rejected.
"Picking flowers," she turns to him with a honest smile. "Aren’t they pretty?" she says dreamily. "They will look lovely on my wedding dress." She covers her mouth in regret. "Oops. You weren’t supposed to know that, were you?"
"Oh, thank God, you are all right."
Remus sits next to her and enfolds her in a tight embrace, relief showing in his features.
"So," he asks after a while, "you still want to marry me?"
"Of course I want to, silly." She kisses him, shaking her head in annoyance. "We've gone through the 'marry a werewolf' discussion a thousand times."
"Yes but…"
"No buts, cub. "You hurt me. You know I’m through that social silliness."
"I know…"
"You don’t trust my love?"
"No, it’s…"
"The age, I know. You are not my professor; besides, Mum and Dad used to have the same age difference. I’m 22. I'm not a baby anymore!"
She picks a leaf of grass and parts it into two halves.
"You just don’t trust in what we have," she sighs tiredly, "or is it the job? Don’t you like the Quibbler?"
He chuckles softly. Luna could feel the vibrations in her chest.
"This is not funny" she whispers sadly.
"Yes, it is" He just can’t stop laughing, almost hysterically. This is why he loves her. Always ethereal, admiring the beauty of tiny bluebells, straying away from her path to savour life.
He takes her hands softly, inviting her to stand up. Little strands of herbs are fixed in her hair.
Kissing her forehead, he asks, "Could we apparate now to our ceremony? Albus is waiting for us, love."
KnightOfSword betaed it.
Hope you enjoy.
"Luna?" The man in dress robes steps to her shyly.
"What is it, cub?" she responds.
Gosh, she looks breathtaking, sitting in the garden, surrounded by wild flowers.
"What are you doing here?" he asks tentatively, as if expecting to be rejected.
"Picking flowers," she turns to him with a honest smile. "Aren’t they pretty?" she says dreamily. "They will look lovely on my wedding dress." She covers her mouth in regret. "Oops. You weren’t supposed to know that, were you?"
"Oh, thank God, you are all right."
Remus sits next to her and enfolds her in a tight embrace, relief showing in his features.
"So," he asks after a while, "you still want to marry me?"
"Of course I want to, silly." She kisses him, shaking her head in annoyance. "We've gone through the 'marry a werewolf' discussion a thousand times."
"Yes but…"
"No buts, cub. "You hurt me. You know I’m through that social silliness."
"I know…"
"You don’t trust my love?"
"No, it’s…"
"The age, I know. You are not my professor; besides, Mum and Dad used to have the same age difference. I’m 22. I'm not a baby anymore!"
She picks a leaf of grass and parts it into two halves.
"You just don’t trust in what we have," she sighs tiredly, "or is it the job? Don’t you like the Quibbler?"
He chuckles softly. Luna could feel the vibrations in her chest.
"This is not funny" she whispers sadly.
"Yes, it is" He just can’t stop laughing, almost hysterically. This is why he loves her. Always ethereal, admiring the beauty of tiny bluebells, straying away from her path to savour life.
He takes her hands softly, inviting her to stand up. Little strands of herbs are fixed in her hair.
Kissing her forehead, he asks, "Could we apparate now to our ceremony? Albus is waiting for us, love."
