RP Scene: L. Lovegood, B. Potter
Summary: Benjamin and Luna just spending some time together.
Rating: PG, light smoochies
Timeline: This is the day Benjamin escaped away from Blaise for a bit.
The sun came down in golden streamers of warmth, breaking through the icy air and warming patches of ground at the foot of Hogwarts’ grove of willow trees. Benjamin had snuck out of the Slytherin dormitories, away from Blaise’s notice, in the form of a tiny black kitten. All across the yard he had padded to the designated spot where he could finally find some solitude before Luna came. His tiny feline heart was all in a flutter, and he nervous preened his fur in between poking his head out and looking to see who might approach the tree.
Taking the steps two at a time, Luna quite happily crossed the grounds partly and looked around in the direction of the willow grove. She couldn’t see the small black kitten, and therefore assumed Ben wasn’t there yet. Making her way more slowly now, she approached the trees while trying to redo the braid her hair was in. She looked quite odd, her arms lifted behind her like that.
As soon as footsteps became in hearing range of the willow tree, Benjamin stuck his furry cathead out of the sleeves of the long branches and let out a long meow. He waited until she could spot him in the form as the kitten before he transformed. Benjamin was wearing a long-sleeve black jumper with a tiny Slytherin crest over his left breast, and thick black pants. His hair was still long from Halloween, with bits of his old bangs shorter and sometimes getting free from his ponytail. He fiddled with the hem to his jumper, a sign of nervousness for him. “Hi.”
Looking up at the catsound, Luna smiled as she spotted the black kitten and fastened her pace even as Benjamin materialized before her eyes. She finished with her braid and snuck her winter cloak a little closer around her because of the slight cold, keeping her from shivering. Standing before him, her eyes gleamed as she returned his short greeting.
“Hey.”
Ever since Halloween, Benjamin’s hair had been kept long, scruffy, and slightly unkempt. He was a master at combing his hair and tying it without giving a glance in the mirror. Some of his former, fringe continued to be not quite long enough to stay in the tie, but long enough to stay behind his ear. He, like Harry, had that bashful body language that gave the mental image of the little scruffy kitten he turned into. He was staring at her, looking a little lost for words and slightly dazed. Eventually he snapped out of it and pulled back some of the tree’s hanging branches. “Step inside the tree. I manage to set a slight warming charm under the branches, it isn’t great, but it’ll help...”
“Gladly.” Said she as she studied the branches and grabbed one most convenient to pull herself up. After a small climb she sat next to Ben in the tree, leaning against a sturdy branch and smiling widely. Nice hiding spot. And it was a bit warmer in there, too. She still snuggled her cloak though. Looking at her boyfriend, she searched for a way to start conversation. The ‘how have you been’ approach was certainly lame. She settled on telling him the truth.
“Missed you...”
It stung, but Benjamin wasn’t sure if that was what she meant to do. He had been here, had been in the same home as she during the holidays. But, trying to divide his time & attention between his best friend turned partner, his and girlfriend who loathed each other was a monster of a task. Benjamin was used to giving his attention to either his schoolwork, or one girl, and since that girl had been another bookworm everything worked out all right.
So, he looked bashful, slightly hurt as he turned his face and watched the play of sunlight that filtered through the willow trees spidery canopy of small leaves. “Yeah, it’s like I am here, and I’m not, isn’t it?” he asked softly, reaching out and softly feeling the gentle grey-green leaves fall through his fingers.
“Sometimes.” She sighed a little, following his gaze to the sparkle of sunlight before observing his expression he again. He seemed a bit put out by her words, which had not been her intention. She tried to edge a little closer to him, but settled on extending her hand in his direction.
“Sometimes you seem... somewhere else with your mind. Especially when you’re with him.” She smiled all the same. “And lately he always seems with you. I’d really like some time alone with you. Now, and later.”
On hearing the slight sound of rustling cloth, Benjamin looked over his shoulder and eyed her hand. He reached for it, and held it like he would hold a fragile treasure. But, he did not turn around. “Blaise’s temper is growing worse, after his father’s...” Benjamin’s voice paused potently, and he slowly murmured, “Death. He has no control of his temper, and after so many years of acting like a scared and skittish child that everyone can kick around, his freedom and resourcefulness is going everywhere but his head,” he sighed and shook his head. Slowly, turning around and looking at Luna, he gave a weary smile.
“He is a Slytherin, and I have to be cautious how Blaise would react when his temper is triggered. He may hurt something... precious to me,” he said with a bashful smile as a soft hint of pink came to his cheeks. Of course he turned away, and remembered Hermione --- his Hermione. When his friend had discovered his Dark Arts involvement, she had been furious, not just by his meddling, but how he could be so two faced to her.
Did he really have two masks to wear, and has he forgotten his true face?
“It seems all Slytherins are unpredictable.” She replied, not looking at Ben for a second. It meant him, as much as Blaise. She had noticed the pause, and wondered what that was about, but she didn’t pay much attention to it. As he blushed she couldn’t fight back a childish grin. Gripping his hand more tightly, she willed him to look at her.
“Are you still letting him read... your books?” It was clear she meant the Dark Arts books she had caught Blaise with once.
At the mention of those books, there was a split-second narrowing of Benjamin’s green eyes. Then, as he shook his head it was gone. “No, he won’t read them. He is not in the right state of mind,” he said blandly. Hesitantly, he lifted an arm and wrapped it around her waist. “I know what everyone says, but few things in the world are truly evil, unless used for evil things,” he began carefully, and observed her face behind his glasses.
Now what did he mean by that? Her eyebrows raised for a second, though her face fell back into a smile again. She lifted her other hand and placed it on his cheek, a teasing grin forming on her lips. “Potters always were riddles.” She whispered, nearing her face to his. “I guess that’s what makes you so irresistable.” Her eyes gleamed as she looked at him, teasing, and hoping...
Her grin was infectious, and soon he found a mirrored grin forming on his face just as he was leaning towards her slowly. “We were?” Benjamin asked. The arm around her waist tightened, and his other arm followed. Hesitantly, he pressed his lips against hers just enough to see if she wasn’t going to push him away.
“Oh yes...” She murmured. She didn’t push away, quite the contrary. Leaning into the kiss, her own arms slipped around his shoulders. A good kisser, this Potter was too. She showed no intention of stopping anytime soon.
Closing his eyes slowly, Benjamin relaxed further and pressed against her lips further. It took a few seconds to finally get the courage, but he parted his lips and let the tiniest tip of his tongue brush against Luna’s; he could feel his cheeks burning because for some reason it was just different to kiss Luna.
She hesitated only slightly as she felt his tongue brush agains her lips. This was whole new experience to her... She had never kissed like this before... Her eyes flitted open a second before closing again and she relaxed, parting her lips a little bit to deepen the kiss.
Deepening the kiss, though how Benjamin went about it the kiss could hardly be called very deep at all. He barely poked his tongue in and touched it against her before he brought his back into his mouth, and parted the kiss. He smiled softly, all right, he smiled bashfully and his cheeks were stained with a deep pink. He opened his mouth to try and say something, but only managed a nervous chuckle.
A flitter of nervousness went around her stomach as a butterfly, followed with a sense of disappointment as Benjamin broke the kiss. Her cheeks bright red, she giggled, not quite able to speak herself.
Benjamin loosened the hold on her waist and kept trying to look at her, but he couldn’t stand looking at her in the eye for very long at one time, thus his gaze kept flittering back and forth. “Sorry, not very good I suppose,” he blushed with renewed energy, “There hasn’t been much kissing of girls... until this year.” Finally he seemed to calm down enough to have their eyes meet; again, he smiled in that bashful, oh so very Potter way.
“Quite the contrary.” She whispered, smiling and blushing. Of course, she didn’t have much to judge his skills against, but she knew she had enjoyed this muchly. Her hands resting on Benji’s upper arms, she chuckled at his oh so familiar smile. Studying his face, she had come to the conclusion that she loved him... deeply. One of her hands lifted to let her fingers toy with a strand of his lengthy hair, while tactically ignoring the suspicious feeling that had risen when Ben had talked about kissing girls in plural.
The way that she was looking at him, the way she touched his hair so close to his face, it made him naturally nervous, the way it affected every good boy. He followed the movement of her fingers and added on nervously, “Oh? Well, that’s good to know that it doesn’t take much practice to do something partially right. Glad I don’t have to practice for that like I did for potions. Ye being the first girl, and all, never got practice,” he said, still watching her fingers, more so like a hyper kitten eyeing a ball of bouncing yarn.
See? She told herself. Suspicious about nothing. Her fingers released the strand of hair to caress his cheek. He was... rambling, to say. Looking as nervous as she felt. Her fingers slowly moved towards his mouth, while her smile also conveyed her nervousness.
Staring at her was enough to make him snap out of this boyish stage, at least for the moment. His green eyes narrowed with worried and he licked his lips. He began with, “Luna, I need you to do something for me,” and paused. “If Blaise ever makes you feel threatened, if he does anything, you tell me as soon as you can. Write me a note in the Witch Watcher, owl me, don matter. Just don’t tell anyone else, please?”
Then there was a moment of silence from him, “Maybe I am being overprotective, I don’t really think he’d do something,” he lied, as he had a feeling that given a chance, this new Blaise would. “So don’t fret, just keep it in mind. That and with the war coming and all, I can’t help it. Also know and promise that if you are ever in perilous danger, call for Sortilege? He’s a phoenix, he’ll come,” he reached up and softly cupped the side of her cheek.
She was surprised by the sudden change, her eyes widening slightly. Did he fear Blaise would harm her? Was the feeling she got sometimes when she saw Blaise glaring at her justified? She stared at him for a moment, before slowly nodding with her head.
“I promise.” Luna said. Her other hand left his arm to cup the hand on her cheek, as she gazed at him with a mingle of nervousness and concern.
Benjamin lean ed forward and pressed a quick kiss on her lips. “I told you not to worry, love,” he said gently, and a little playfully; his attempts at lightening up the mood were meant not to mock, but to soothe. “Really, don’t worry. I’m a Slytherin, it would be unwise for me not to look after everything of mine,” he smiled lopsidedly, a trademark sign of the Potter boys.
The worry disappeared from her face, but was still present in her heart. She smiled more certain again.
“I’ll trust you then, love.”
Rating: PG, light smoochies
Timeline: This is the day Benjamin escaped away from Blaise for a bit.
The sun came down in golden streamers of warmth, breaking through the icy air and warming patches of ground at the foot of Hogwarts’ grove of willow trees. Benjamin had snuck out of the Slytherin dormitories, away from Blaise’s notice, in the form of a tiny black kitten. All across the yard he had padded to the designated spot where he could finally find some solitude before Luna came. His tiny feline heart was all in a flutter, and he nervous preened his fur in between poking his head out and looking to see who might approach the tree.
Taking the steps two at a time, Luna quite happily crossed the grounds partly and looked around in the direction of the willow grove. She couldn’t see the small black kitten, and therefore assumed Ben wasn’t there yet. Making her way more slowly now, she approached the trees while trying to redo the braid her hair was in. She looked quite odd, her arms lifted behind her like that.
As soon as footsteps became in hearing range of the willow tree, Benjamin stuck his furry cathead out of the sleeves of the long branches and let out a long meow. He waited until she could spot him in the form as the kitten before he transformed. Benjamin was wearing a long-sleeve black jumper with a tiny Slytherin crest over his left breast, and thick black pants. His hair was still long from Halloween, with bits of his old bangs shorter and sometimes getting free from his ponytail. He fiddled with the hem to his jumper, a sign of nervousness for him. “Hi.”
Looking up at the catsound, Luna smiled as she spotted the black kitten and fastened her pace even as Benjamin materialized before her eyes. She finished with her braid and snuck her winter cloak a little closer around her because of the slight cold, keeping her from shivering. Standing before him, her eyes gleamed as she returned his short greeting.
“Hey.”
Ever since Halloween, Benjamin’s hair had been kept long, scruffy, and slightly unkempt. He was a master at combing his hair and tying it without giving a glance in the mirror. Some of his former, fringe continued to be not quite long enough to stay in the tie, but long enough to stay behind his ear. He, like Harry, had that bashful body language that gave the mental image of the little scruffy kitten he turned into. He was staring at her, looking a little lost for words and slightly dazed. Eventually he snapped out of it and pulled back some of the tree’s hanging branches. “Step inside the tree. I manage to set a slight warming charm under the branches, it isn’t great, but it’ll help...”
“Gladly.” Said she as she studied the branches and grabbed one most convenient to pull herself up. After a small climb she sat next to Ben in the tree, leaning against a sturdy branch and smiling widely. Nice hiding spot. And it was a bit warmer in there, too. She still snuggled her cloak though. Looking at her boyfriend, she searched for a way to start conversation. The ‘how have you been’ approach was certainly lame. She settled on telling him the truth.
“Missed you...”
It stung, but Benjamin wasn’t sure if that was what she meant to do. He had been here, had been in the same home as she during the holidays. But, trying to divide his time & attention between his best friend turned partner, his and girlfriend who loathed each other was a monster of a task. Benjamin was used to giving his attention to either his schoolwork, or one girl, and since that girl had been another bookworm everything worked out all right.
So, he looked bashful, slightly hurt as he turned his face and watched the play of sunlight that filtered through the willow trees spidery canopy of small leaves. “Yeah, it’s like I am here, and I’m not, isn’t it?” he asked softly, reaching out and softly feeling the gentle grey-green leaves fall through his fingers.
“Sometimes.” She sighed a little, following his gaze to the sparkle of sunlight before observing his expression he again. He seemed a bit put out by her words, which had not been her intention. She tried to edge a little closer to him, but settled on extending her hand in his direction.
“Sometimes you seem... somewhere else with your mind. Especially when you’re with him.” She smiled all the same. “And lately he always seems with you. I’d really like some time alone with you. Now, and later.”
On hearing the slight sound of rustling cloth, Benjamin looked over his shoulder and eyed her hand. He reached for it, and held it like he would hold a fragile treasure. But, he did not turn around. “Blaise’s temper is growing worse, after his father’s...” Benjamin’s voice paused potently, and he slowly murmured, “Death. He has no control of his temper, and after so many years of acting like a scared and skittish child that everyone can kick around, his freedom and resourcefulness is going everywhere but his head,” he sighed and shook his head. Slowly, turning around and looking at Luna, he gave a weary smile.
“He is a Slytherin, and I have to be cautious how Blaise would react when his temper is triggered. He may hurt something... precious to me,” he said with a bashful smile as a soft hint of pink came to his cheeks. Of course he turned away, and remembered Hermione --- his Hermione. When his friend had discovered his Dark Arts involvement, she had been furious, not just by his meddling, but how he could be so two faced to her.
Did he really have two masks to wear, and has he forgotten his true face?
“It seems all Slytherins are unpredictable.” She replied, not looking at Ben for a second. It meant him, as much as Blaise. She had noticed the pause, and wondered what that was about, but she didn’t pay much attention to it. As he blushed she couldn’t fight back a childish grin. Gripping his hand more tightly, she willed him to look at her.
“Are you still letting him read... your books?” It was clear she meant the Dark Arts books she had caught Blaise with once.
At the mention of those books, there was a split-second narrowing of Benjamin’s green eyes. Then, as he shook his head it was gone. “No, he won’t read them. He is not in the right state of mind,” he said blandly. Hesitantly, he lifted an arm and wrapped it around her waist. “I know what everyone says, but few things in the world are truly evil, unless used for evil things,” he began carefully, and observed her face behind his glasses.
Now what did he mean by that? Her eyebrows raised for a second, though her face fell back into a smile again. She lifted her other hand and placed it on his cheek, a teasing grin forming on her lips. “Potters always were riddles.” She whispered, nearing her face to his. “I guess that’s what makes you so irresistable.” Her eyes gleamed as she looked at him, teasing, and hoping...
Her grin was infectious, and soon he found a mirrored grin forming on his face just as he was leaning towards her slowly. “We were?” Benjamin asked. The arm around her waist tightened, and his other arm followed. Hesitantly, he pressed his lips against hers just enough to see if she wasn’t going to push him away.
“Oh yes...” She murmured. She didn’t push away, quite the contrary. Leaning into the kiss, her own arms slipped around his shoulders. A good kisser, this Potter was too. She showed no intention of stopping anytime soon.
Closing his eyes slowly, Benjamin relaxed further and pressed against her lips further. It took a few seconds to finally get the courage, but he parted his lips and let the tiniest tip of his tongue brush against Luna’s; he could feel his cheeks burning because for some reason it was just different to kiss Luna.
She hesitated only slightly as she felt his tongue brush agains her lips. This was whole new experience to her... She had never kissed like this before... Her eyes flitted open a second before closing again and she relaxed, parting her lips a little bit to deepen the kiss.
Deepening the kiss, though how Benjamin went about it the kiss could hardly be called very deep at all. He barely poked his tongue in and touched it against her before he brought his back into his mouth, and parted the kiss. He smiled softly, all right, he smiled bashfully and his cheeks were stained with a deep pink. He opened his mouth to try and say something, but only managed a nervous chuckle.
A flitter of nervousness went around her stomach as a butterfly, followed with a sense of disappointment as Benjamin broke the kiss. Her cheeks bright red, she giggled, not quite able to speak herself.
Benjamin loosened the hold on her waist and kept trying to look at her, but he couldn’t stand looking at her in the eye for very long at one time, thus his gaze kept flittering back and forth. “Sorry, not very good I suppose,” he blushed with renewed energy, “There hasn’t been much kissing of girls... until this year.” Finally he seemed to calm down enough to have their eyes meet; again, he smiled in that bashful, oh so very Potter way.
“Quite the contrary.” She whispered, smiling and blushing. Of course, she didn’t have much to judge his skills against, but she knew she had enjoyed this muchly. Her hands resting on Benji’s upper arms, she chuckled at his oh so familiar smile. Studying his face, she had come to the conclusion that she loved him... deeply. One of her hands lifted to let her fingers toy with a strand of his lengthy hair, while tactically ignoring the suspicious feeling that had risen when Ben had talked about kissing girls in plural.
The way that she was looking at him, the way she touched his hair so close to his face, it made him naturally nervous, the way it affected every good boy. He followed the movement of her fingers and added on nervously, “Oh? Well, that’s good to know that it doesn’t take much practice to do something partially right. Glad I don’t have to practice for that like I did for potions. Ye being the first girl, and all, never got practice,” he said, still watching her fingers, more so like a hyper kitten eyeing a ball of bouncing yarn.
See? She told herself. Suspicious about nothing. Her fingers released the strand of hair to caress his cheek. He was... rambling, to say. Looking as nervous as she felt. Her fingers slowly moved towards his mouth, while her smile also conveyed her nervousness.
Staring at her was enough to make him snap out of this boyish stage, at least for the moment. His green eyes narrowed with worried and he licked his lips. He began with, “Luna, I need you to do something for me,” and paused. “If Blaise ever makes you feel threatened, if he does anything, you tell me as soon as you can. Write me a note in the Witch Watcher, owl me, don matter. Just don’t tell anyone else, please?”
Then there was a moment of silence from him, “Maybe I am being overprotective, I don’t really think he’d do something,” he lied, as he had a feeling that given a chance, this new Blaise would. “So don’t fret, just keep it in mind. That and with the war coming and all, I can’t help it. Also know and promise that if you are ever in perilous danger, call for Sortilege? He’s a phoenix, he’ll come,” he reached up and softly cupped the side of her cheek.
She was surprised by the sudden change, her eyes widening slightly. Did he fear Blaise would harm her? Was the feeling she got sometimes when she saw Blaise glaring at her justified? She stared at him for a moment, before slowly nodding with her head.
“I promise.” Luna said. Her other hand left his arm to cup the hand on her cheek, as she gazed at him with a mingle of nervousness and concern.
Benjamin lean ed forward and pressed a quick kiss on her lips. “I told you not to worry, love,” he said gently, and a little playfully; his attempts at lightening up the mood were meant not to mock, but to soothe. “Really, don’t worry. I’m a Slytherin, it would be unwise for me not to look after everything of mine,” he smiled lopsidedly, a trademark sign of the Potter boys.
The worry disappeared from her face, but was still present in her heart. She smiled more certain again.
“I’ll trust you then, love.”