With Me by @canttouchthis87

Theodore Nott x Luna Lovegood

Rating: Teen and Up

Chapters: 1

Trope: Sixth Year. Hogwarts. Fluff.

this is for the @hprarepairnet hogwarts challenge!

theodore nott was not good at conversing with others.

it just wasn’t in his skill sets, and if he was being honest, he didn’t really care.

he liked being alone to analyze the world and think through life’s issues that others seemed to just ignore.

every night after dinner, he would leave the great hall and go and sit in the field near the quidditch pitch.

there was a tree there he loved to sit under where he could just write, read, or think without being disturbed.

it was peaceful, and he did this all year round. rain or shine.

it was the only place he truly felt like himself.

it wasn’t until his sixth year when someone even noticed he was there.

it was a typical spring evening. birds were chirping, he could hear frogs croaking, and the slight breeze was enough to give him goosebumps but also feel refreshed.

he took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he leaned his head back against the tree, but he was soon startled once he felt someone’s arm brush up against his.

his eyes shot open and he turned to his left to see a girl in ravenclaw robes.

she looked familiar to him, but he didn’t really pay attention to others outside of his house.

her dirty blonde hair was wavy and hit her waist, and her eyes had a natural shine to them that he had never seen someone have before. 

he didn’t say anything to her, but he really felt like telling her to go away. 

he couldn’t seem to form the words.

“i’m luna,” she said airily, “and you are theodore.”

he perked his right brow up, “i am. what can i do for you?”

she surprised him by opening up a pink and blue floral notebook and was now holding a horrendous orange feathered quill as if to interrogate him.

“i was curious what you are always thinking about out here. does the air feel nice? i have been trying to find an area of my own. i have been watching you for years, and it seems you always choose the same spot.”

his mouth was dry, and he opened and closed it a few times trying to find the right words, but he still couldn’t.

“i know you’re shy,” she said wistfully, “people also think i’m shy, but i really just don’t like to talk when i’m thinking. i’m actually quite friendly, you see.”

“i-i relate to that. the first part, anyway.”

“i figured you would.”

she gave him a soft smile as she wrote something down in her notebook. he tried to peak over her shoulder, but her hair was falling in the way.

“what are you writing about?” he asked her curiously.

“oh, don’t worry,” she reassured him, “it’s not about you. i was just making a note about how nargles seem to be non-existent here. maybe it’s why you’re able to think so clearly and deeply. you seem to have a clear head, wouldn’t you say so?”

theo didn’t know how to respond to her, so he just nodded. he had no idea what a nargle was.

he wanted to ask more questions, but she got up from the ground and brushed off the back of her robes.

“well,” she said, “i’m going to go back up now and see if there is any leftover pudding. i am quite friendly with the house elves. i’ll see you tomorrow, theodore.” 

as she was practically skipping away, theo gained the courage to call out, “it’s theo. call me theo.”

she turned back around slightly and smiled at him, but a few seconds later, she continued to skip away and back towards the castle without a word.

(luna kick, I love it!)

“Luna? Have you seen my sweater?"

Theo turned the corner to find Luna sitting on their shared bed, his sweater nearly falling off her small frame. One of her shoulders was peeking through the neck hole and the arms were so long her could barely see her hands.

And then, she shifted a little and realized she wasn’t wearing anything else, and he stepped a little closer. “Shit,” he mumbled, glancing down at his watch. “Luna, I’m going to be late, I need my sweater.”

Luna flashed him a wicked grin and leaned back onto her elbows, peering up at him with the same twinkle of mischief in her eyes that he had fallen in love with. “You’ll have to come and get it then, won’t you?”