A certain kind of romance (Harry/Luna)
"Harry."
“Are you alright? Harry?!”
Luna’s voice sounded distorted against the roaring of his blood, his heart squeezing against his throat. He could feel himself getting clammy, his breath too shallow for comfort; everything began shifting out of focus, his chest getting tighter and tighter, oh god, spinning, he was, he was—
Cool hands against his cheeks, feminine curves pressing him up against the wall. He was surrounded by the familiar scent of bergamot and pineapple, his constant companion ever since he gifted it to Luna at their first official outing a few months ago.
“Luna?” his tongue felt heavy in his mouth, but he managed to look up at her. She whispered “Timor evanescit” again and again against his throat. “Timor evanescit, timor evanescit, timor evanescit!” He let out an audible sigh as the tingle of her magic calmed him.
Luna’s tranquil eyes met his. “Hi. You were gone for a moment there.”
Harry righted himself, but Luna’s hands remained on his chest. “I… It’s just” —his eyes searched hers— “Are we sure about this? There’s just no coming back from… it.”
Luna’s brows creased. “We caught the killer. There’s no point to —we already agreed that would terminate it.”
“Right, right.” Harry squeezed her hips lightly before moving away from her questioning gaze. “I just —look, I know that’s what we agreed on, but it doesn’t feel right. Removing them. I’m not even sure Nargles can be vanished like that.”
Luna’s hand came to rest on his arm. “Is that what before was all about? Healer Davids assured me it would work.” She gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. “I can go first if you like? Show there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“That’s,” he wavered, if only for a moment. “Thank you, Luna.”
He watched her step into Davids’ office before sinking to the floor, rubbing his brow. How could he tell his Auror-partner that the Nargles they had installed in his hair for their undercover mission now refused to leave because he was unequivocally in love with Luna? Stupid Nargles. He was fucked. Utterly, royally, fucked.