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Title: golden streamers.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Paringa : Neville / Luna
Rating: G
Summary: Luna wants is a Gnome Swedish Neville.
Note: Other Het meaningless.

Neville had finally managed to escape. Anthony had left in the care of Dean and Susan had gone. Just wanted to avoid being involved in the post, which involved almost certainly a potion against alcohol (procured by Charlie Weasley great ... good guy, of course, but, in fact, define reliable ...) and lots of vomiting soon after.
was in the room with Seamus, he knew enough of these things for not wanting to spend so Christmas Eve.
In addition, he had a pretty good idea of where you are right now. Luna looked

Now, sitting alone at the top of the stairs to the attic. It was gold streamers with the rod and the stars ran down the stairs, gleaming, shining on the green and red lights coming from the living room.
"You sent a letter to your Grandma? "
Moon's voice spans the stairs, sweet and dreamy, almost liquid.
"Yes. I ... yes. Yes, I ... flow. "
She kept moving the wand and Neville thought he knew enough to fear for the question that would come shortly.
fact.
"Would you rather spend Christmas with your family?"
Neville felt, and it was a strange sensation, really, of not being able to respond. Not that I do not know. Could not. Too much to explain, and too complicated.
"I ... I did not think. "
Luna did not answer.
"Are you afraid?" Churches instead.
Neville could reply with another question ('Why should I?' Or 'What for?' Or even 'Why do you ask?') But was again unable responding. Neville was afraid, actually. He was terrified by the whole situation in recent months, disappearances, death, from werewolves. He was really scared.
He was afraid the night of Halloween, the stomach was tight and was unable to swallow and for a moment, a moment long and terrible, thought I can not. I'm just a helpless, I can not.
And he was afraid now, with the whole commotion around. Come on, how can you not be terrified even if it is Hermione Granger?
But he was not sure I can say.
Not her, not now.
"I'm trying to capture the Swedish Gnomes. Do you think there are, Neville? "
Neville shrugged.
All these questions and he could not answer even one.
"They hide in old houses. Gnomes are smaller than normal, much more smaller and much smarter. Not like us, but more intelligent than normal gnomes. "
She looked at him. Neville had never seen anyone with eyes so big and he liked, he liked to have infinitely the girl with eyes as big and beautiful in the world. If only those eyes, does not continue to ask questions.
She began to do the shooting stars, but did not stop him.
"You know what they have strange giant gnomes? They have no barriers. "
Neville had to have an expression very stupid because she immediately explained, slow and sweet as a lullaby.
"They say everything they think. They have no barriers in the head. Is not it wonderful? "
Neville nodded and went up the stairs, careful not to slip on streamers.
When he sat down beside her, looked back at Luna.
"I think I'd like. You were a Gnome Swedish. As a Christmas present. "

Neville knew Luna. Really, he understood. It was strange, because they generally did not understand why things on the fly, but he could see Luna Lovegood. Not much, really.
Neville was honest with himself and this time had admit that at first she had not understood at all. He was not even like a bit 'in the beginning. Too direct, too honest, too strange, too everything. But
.
But Neville was already so hard to understand others, a huge effort, because almost no one ever says what he thinks and how he thinks, he first, and was always so difficult for him to explain himself, so tiring that she had been ... perfect. There were hints
with Luna. Nothing to read, nothing to think and strive and fight. Neville does not admit it often, but sometimes thought he had already fought enough in his life. Maybe not with chopsticks. Maybe just sitting on a hospital bed. Even now, Neville did not take offense. Because he knew, while the moon slid closer, soft against him with his incredibly long hair that grazed her neck and hand, with the sides incredibly soft and a bit 'edgy, she knew that she would not mean anything.
Moon wanted him to be a Swedish Gnome because they had no barriers.

Neville loved Luna.
Maybe it was too early to think such a thing, and Merlino, was early to say, they were together recently and did not even want to think about how it played a declaration made by him, with all the various stuttering, but well, it was pretty safe. The
loved.
beginning, when she started talking to him (talk really sweet and calm and always ready to run away to chase something else), Neville had come spontaneously to compare it to a plant. He liked plants. They listened, plants, and depended on you. He liked Luna. He listened and wanted, desperately, that depended on him. Now, however, he knew. It was not a tree, Luna. Neville Luna loved and wanted to do great things for her. And if this behavior becomes a Swedish gnome, was ready. He wanted her to have all he wanted for Christmas.
"Don't .." he began, and had to think again 'No barriers'. "Not a tree, Luna."
She settled back beside him, pressing just to make room. He stopped making streamers and Neville thought he could really go, if she was careful only to him.
"No, I'm not." She agreed.
"You're not ... Di Non .. You're not, because I am afraid of many things, many things, I ... I always ... was afraid. " He sighed, because it was difficult to speak Swedish as a gnome. "In a lot of things. And perhaps for this ... because I'm used to, you know, fear, maybe ... perhaps so I know when I really fear. And while ... when it is not important. "
waited breath taking. He had stuttered a lot.
"You're weird, Neville. But good enough to do the Swedish Gnome. "
Neville smiled through her hair, lowering her mouth. So it was easier to talk.
"You're like a plant, Luna."
"I am not." Again reinforced her, amused, it was clear from a comparison failure.
"Because I like ... plants, I like. But I like you more. And if ... if I lost the plants ... also ... also all the plants in the world ... I would be wrong, but ... I am most afraid of losing you. "
few moments passed and she began to do the shooting stars, but contented himself to breathe slowly on the shoulder of Neville.
"I'd rather be home?" Rearranged the application without any trace of insistence, as if by accident. "Try to be a new Swedish Gnome."
Neville took a deep sigh, as if preparing to go diving, and nodded. "No. I do not want to be home. I miss my grandmother so she ... she seems really strange, and does not seem ... does not seem to really want me, but ... but I want, and I miss him, but ... But Christmas is ... sad. It 's very sad at my house. "
" To your parents. "
" Yes. Yes .. there are times ... My grandmother is ... a toast, he does all the time, and says all those things on the mother ... every now and then I ... "He paused
because damn, it was hard, a lot, was a huge lump that did not go down, thick and hard as a barrier between your thoughts and mouth, he could not break.
"You want to scream? I want to scream every now and then when they talk about my mom. "Yes, Neville, Luna loved, for his ability to make it as a gnome now. He loved
Moon for many reasons, a new one every day to stretch an endless list. "Yes. I want to scream. O. .. cry. "
" Sometimes it's the same thing. "
" Sometimes yes. "
She moved again and was not heavy, but it was hot and pressed on her arm in a way that ... It deserved all the way down for Christmas. And if he wanted him to speak without barriers, he would have done.
"Luna ... sometimes you ... You miss, you know? Behind the things ... . Things that are not me. And I'm scared sometimes, because I would like ... I wish the same stops every now and then, just ... with me. I would like you to think only ... just me. You always remember me. "
" I'm not a plant. "
Neville waited a few seconds, then nodded. She stood up and turned his head just to be able to look into the eyes. He could not see the blue iris, so clear and funny, and a little sorry. But it was a snap.
"You forget many things, Neville. Not me. I can remember that I love. "
Rise immediately as if he had said something funny and laughed so much, shaking Neville, who in the end he laughed, he had no time to think that he had never said that ' loved and that she seemed to know already, that he was afraid of not being able to say, without thinking that in the end there was no need and it was so beautiful, between her lips ...
Rise time, to tears, Christmas Eve of that strange and fear and stammering, and then remembered having to be a Gnome Swedish. He said he already knew what the bottom and not faltered, because there was no reason to worry.
"I think I do it too, remember that you love me."

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First post seriously, first fic posted. And 'old and strange, but it passes the monastery.
Title: It 's Christmas.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Paringa : Harry / Ginny
Rating: G
Summary: It 's Christmas, and Ginny cries with a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
Note: I am for Harry / Draco. Or at least for Harry / be male. So it's not that explain a lot, but anyway ... Posted for the first time at the request of EFP as a treasure trove of commentary.
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Echoes of cries of Ginny and Ron has diminished by at least half an hour, then Harry sees room to divide the girls safe ground.
He heard Ron yell something like 'You know that is not for you', and Ginny scream against 'Who do you think you are,' and then the fight is over, so I concluded that they went to each his way.
He smiled to himself to the idea of Ron and Hermione goes to lick their wounds and that somewhere Ginny walks up and down insulting her brother.
But it is wrong. No comment from
funny scene with the usual 'red heads ... ', No cute anecdotes about fights between brothers.
sitting on a bed, legs close to his chest, face bent, Ginny Weasley crying.
"Ginny?"
Ginny raised her head, managing to seem even more fragile and small, and groaned in surprise.
Harry can not not think it's not happy to see him.
makes a hesitant step back, without finding the courage to approach and with no desire to leave.
not familiar with the tears, or feelings in general (probably part of the package of his life, hand in hand with children under the stairs), and tends to blame a bit 'too much, surely.
is demonstrated by the fact that now you feel terrible idea that he thought it's just another fight like a lot when she is so ... broken.
Ginny sighs and looks up, trying to force to quell the tears still exits. Succeeds.
"Harry."
Harry felt distinctly the 'I can not have such bad luck. Can not find me he.. ' As if he had really said.
In another case, it should be. If only she had not ... Ginny.
E 'changed in recent years, so one wonders if she really was to drop to the ground cups of oatmeal to just watch it. The little girl with such a desperate need hero.
now so that Harry recognizes it. Alone and lost on the immense bed and small, to see it is so new in mind to protect her from any type of basil.
Harry feels something moving inside, something he says that yes, Harry, you in that role at the end you found us not so bad. When even the heroes really win, you found us not so bad with a sword in his hands.
Or maybe, Harry, it's just that your life has been about this for an incredibly long time, and if so, the desire that is at least easy to make the Hero fills the stomach. In an attempt
to drive out whatever it makes them feel even more guilty, Harry sits on the bed.
Ginny looks at him, not even be surprised, and ventured a smile.
Harry is the eyes much more sad than that is expected, and less harsh and more ardent, in looking at him.
"You had a gift for me."
"Yes"
"You should not have. I've got nothing in return. "
" Never mind. "
Harry goes to get the gift, scattered somewhere across the room, Ginny and no longer tries to apologize. You do not even look in her eyes and Harry sorry. Because there is always that voice that whispers that once it was easier to save Ginny Weasley. And it was beautiful.
"Harry ..."
"Ginny."
Ginny brushes her hair red eyes and try to watch it.
"They are strange, is not it?"
"Who?"
Harry can not follow what he murmurs, but strangely did not bother. The feeling just sliding on the bed to approach him, and thinks that this time, at least a little, 'we're doing to try and fit the best. When
looks into her eyes even know it was wrong to approach.
"The Slytherin. Are different from us, is not it? We speak so much to break down the differences between houses, but then ... we are. "
Harry thinks Malfoy, but not all. Think Pansy crying because he believes they will all die, and think how he just wanted to escape. But also think about Zabini, Hermione and its control will never have. Do you think that there are differences from person to person, but not all.
"I think so."
Ginny leans on his shoulder, he feels the heat on his shirt and supports both.
As it always has. Why
after all, Harry, do you like.
When she starts to cry, he realizes it only damp penetrating up to his shoulder. You are not
sobs, almost not moving.
Harry passes his arm around his shoulders and waits.
not know much about feelings, but this time he is right because after a while she starts talking.
"I will not do what people expect from me." He has a firm voice, but Harry's shoulder is still wet. "I think if I do the opposite, I will have more chances to be happy."
What he says does not make much sense, but it sounds true like few things before. Why
Harry certainly knows what it means to want to do exactly the opposite for once. Ginny probably has always had more courage than him and he knew before.
This thought does not like.
"I've been told so many times to what you were perfect for me. And I see him, I saw, in the eyes of those of Ron and Charlie, that Merlin, even knows you well, and those of mother e. .. I chose not to believe it. "
Harry is not too surprising ; from time when they come to that.
"I decided to be big, to stop making pretending to be in love with someone just because he was the hero. "
Harry knows that when she will continue suffering like never before, between them.
knows somehow strange, irrational, he feels, that's so much to know. If you think, however, think that it is always said that Ginny just waiting to be saved. Love had nothing to do very little.
"You grew up."
Ginny nodded breathing again on his shoulder and Harry takes them both back, being careful not to let even a second, even a little, and relax on the bed. Ginny sighed
e sorride contro Harry.
“Ero ridicola, vero?”
Harry scuote appena la testa, perso un po’ a ricordare com’era, quando Ginny aveva un bacio sull’angolo della bocca ogni volta che gli sorrideva. O quando si tirava indietro, lo guardava meglio e taceva, come per non dargli un motivo per andarsene.
“Ho scelto, Harry. Di mettermi alla prova, di ignorare tutto quanto, di pensare che arriverai con un cavallo bianco, perché i Principi Azzurri non esistono, me lo sono ripetuta fino alle lacrime, e perché tu eri solo una grande, enorme idealizzazione.”
Harry è d’accordo, does not want to be a Prince Charming.
"You chose, Ginny. And 'what is important. "
He feels that his does not make much sense as a sentence. He feels that because it had to say.
It is surprising, since, when Ginny goes away and sits on the board.
is even more surprising when he realizes that still cries.
The items are really bad after. Stick for the entire length of the bed spreads and hurt.
"And I was wrong. I chose, and I was wrong all along the line. I was not pretending. I did not love Harry Potter, the hero. I was in love with Harry. "
Harry gets up behind her and realizes that he never stopped trying to kiss the corner of his mouth.
"Ginny ..."
He just wants her to turn and look at him.
"I should have trust, everything that I said. You're perfect for me. "
" Ginny ... "
" Everyone knew it. I should trust. But I did not. "
Then he forces her to turn around and just, and not even check whether or not there is that damn kiss. He puts it.
He kisses her, knowing full well that it makes no sense.
'It is too late, Harry. "
He knows that she is not referring to the time, that's true, but take the first timing that is in the midst of all his questions. Once again, at random.
"It 's Christmas."
's not a good answer, but Ginny kissed him so desperately that they can also believe that Christmas is a time that can never be too late.
Harry touches his hair, ten thousand times, and then pressed on the mouth even more, open just to feel that warmth again, and again, and then squeezes against him, and his soft, for the first time on a lot of times he wanted.
Pushes on the bed and kisses her again, until no longer breath, and for some reason unexplained, both laugh.
He laughs and kisses her again, and does not want to come off, she laughs at him and greenhouse arms around his neck and kisses him again.
When you stop again she kisses him up, just a moment, and Harry realizes that not restart.
And he understands what she meant, he realizes that he is finding his redemption from all that life has not been chosen, and could not make it if you kept it so close. And he understands that she is trying to assert himself, to convince himself that his life is his alone, and that he would drag only on the ground.
understands that in the end, one way or another, have begun a path that does not understand them anymore.
"Maybe ..."
"Maybe in ten years, Harry."
"Maybe in ten Christmases."
"Maybe, Harry."
She laughs and walks away, and Harry is with a gift in her hands, she did not want.
He said he does not need to remember other relics of the hero.