#fruna

A/N: I’ve never written for this pairing before, so I hope you like it @holyjactavia! I had a lot of fun writing it!

Seventh-year Fred Weasley stopped short at the end of the corridor. An ash-blonde girl was staring up at the mistletoe in the middle of the hallway. Everyone moving through parted like a river around a boulder before coming back together once they’d gotten well past her. Fred knew the Ravenclaw fourth-year from Dumbledore’s Army and bravely walked right up to her, standing just outside the mistletoe’s magical pairing wards. 

“‘Lo Luna,” he grinned.

She blinked up at him languidly and smiled, “Hello, Fred.”

Usually the first question that followed upon seeing the twins separately was “Where’s the other one?” but Luna just went back to staring up at the mistletoe, saying, “The nargles are fascinating when they’re bored.”

Usually the first question that followed upon her first mention of nargles was “What’s a nargle?” or “Are you mad?” but Fred only shoved his hands in his pockets casually and asked, ““How so?”

“Well, they start procreating for one,” she said in her floaty voice, “and then their younglings hatch and eat the mistletoe berries by wrapping their long tongues around the fruit and holding it high above their mouths so that when they squeeze, the juice runs down the length of their tongue and down their throat.”

“Are they just as fascinating when they’ve got something to do?”

“I don’t know,” the girl hummed, “They’re only busy when they’re trying to get a pair to kiss and… I’ve never been close enough to see that.”

“Well, that’s easily remedied, if I may,” he gestured at the spot directly beside her. 

“For research,” she smiled mischievously. 

He stepped into the plant’s pairing wards, which Luna would later explain were not the plant’s at all, but the work of the nargles, who put their magic to work when two people stood close enough together under their nest. The boy looked up and widened his eyes as if in shock, “Merlin, look at them go! They’ve got wings like hummingbirds, don’t they?” he leaned down to her in question.

“Sure,” she mumbled, rising on her tiptoes to kiss him.

One of Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad gave them detention scheduled for the next week, but Fred said it wouldn’t matter in light of what he and George had planned to get rid of the toad.

“See you in the Room of Requirement later?” he whispered.

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for @valiantlyangryfoxblr

The rain had surprised them on the way back from the market, clouds darkening the otherwise sunny day, with rain drenching them to the skin in the matter of a few minutes.  

It was almost funny, the way the sky had cleared by the time they got back to the house.  Fred sent the groceries into the house with a flick of his wand, grabbing Luna’s hand and dragging her to the backyard.  

He pulled her close for a kiss before dragging her through all the puddles in the yard, slipping and sliding and turning their clothing into a muddy mess that Luna was certain she wouldn’t be able to clean completely, even with magic.