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The Moon and The Flower	By : LadyMoon Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3877 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Due to the serious lack of any het fics that do NOT involve Hermione as the main character I have decided to write something that is about Luna, who is my favorite and Pansy, who is actually kind of cute and really underdeveloped but is also just as deserving of some loving. I also adore the Weasley twins (sadly Fred is dead) but WTF Bill is just as hot. There may be some OOC in this fic but if there is I will try to lead up to the circumstances to explain why but it shouldn’t be anything too drastic of a change.

I am currently thinking of making this a Luna/George with a hint of Luna/Harry, haven't decided whether or not I want to end it as a trio. Also, the other pairing is of course Pansy/Bill.

Any warnings will be posted as needed per chapter. The rating is ++ because it will imply to later chapters and I like to be careful.

(Seriously it seems that 95% of het fics involve Hermione. I like the character well enough but she isn’t the only female in the series.)

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Chapter One

She hated detention. There was only a few times in her seven years that she could recall having to attend. Luna Lovegood didn’t feel very loved at the moment. Her feelings were running more along the line of horror and desolation. Was the cranky caretaker mad? The room was horrible! There were so many boxes, tarp and plastics covered objects, she had no idea where to start. How did he expect her to dust all of this without the use of magic? If she didn’t know better she’d say Filch had wanted the Dark Side to win the war so he could continue to torture the students. Didn’t the old fool realize that he would have been the first one executed for being a Squib? This was a great way to spend her Saturday. It was her fault for being caught out after curfew. She had wanted to get some fresh air last night.

It had been nice to sit quietly in the Astronomy Tower contemplating her determination to finish out her last year. Many seventh years had returned to finish their last year and take N.E.W.T.S. Harry and Ron hadn’t wanted to return but had no choice. Hermione had been more than eager to return. She knew that Harry had the desire to become an Auror, so he had to complete his. Even being the Savior of the Wizarding World, he wouldn’t be able to start training without finishing his education. Ron hadn’t been too pleased to learn that they wouldn’t be given special treatment due to their roles in the war. Luna agreed that if both wanted a place in the Auror Department then it should be earned like anyone else. They would just have to finish school then fly through the training. It wasn’t like they’d have to wait to be accepted into the program. Their roles in the war had already assured their acceptance.

Pity, Luna had no idea what she wanted to do after Hogwarts. She was also in her seventh year after taking the necessary exams to prove that she was on the same learning level. Perhaps a career in The Department of Magical Creatures. Or taking over her father’s magazine would be possible. She wasn’t sure if she had the heart to continue his work into strange and exotic creatures. Wasn’t it enough that she was sure her current companion’s head was filled with Frillyfluffs. "Your head is full of Frillyfluffs."

"Well, if you had my day your head would be full of them too." Pansy snorted at the accusation. If her head was filled with anything it was ways to torture that filthy Squib. The greasy git had been so happy to snatch her wand. If it came back smelling like arse, she was going to shove him from the Astronomy Tower. There was no way they’d be able to dust this entire room in twelve hours. She hated manual labor almost as much as she despised that pathetic excuse of a Professor that had put her here. If only she could say she hated the other person that had helped put her here.

Could it have been worse than hers? Luna didn’t think so. Her morning had been horrible as well. With the looming detention she had been forced to listen to Ginny boast about some heated snogging session that had been shared with Harry. Not that she didn’t want her former best friend to be happy, they deserved it. It just left a hollow ache in her chest to hear about it. "I had to listen to Hermione ponder questions upon the size of Ron Weasley’s penis."

"Oh Merlin’s sagging arse, and you can repeat that without vomiting?" Pansy almost envied the girl her carefree tone. The image made her cringe. A year ago she would have been snapping at Lovegood to keep her mental notions to herself. She just didn’t have it in herself to be purposely cruel to the blonde. Not when she owed Loony Lovegood. The nightmares managed to remind her nightly of the debt. It had been her fault, she was mature enough to realize this. During the Battle of Hogwarts, she’d been extremely foolish and had almost paid for it.

Pansy Parkinson had grown up as a spoiled, conceited, self-centered person. It was this upbringing that had almost cost her, her life and that was the best case scenario. After escaping the dungeons she had noticed Draco dragging some of their friends away so she had thought to follow. Unfortunately she had lost sight of them and had ran around trying to find them. The battle was underway before she located anyone. Draco was missing, as well as Blaise and the others. Before she knew it Death Eaters and more were inside. At that point she had become afraid. Her blood status or family name hadn’t stopped what had to be a werewolf from deciding she’d make a nice snack. She had tried to fight but defense had never been her thing. If the beast had threatened to just bite her, she might have been able to react without pissing her knickers. It hurt to remember how close he’d come to doing the unthinkable. The cotton knickers had been torn aside and the feel of his mangy thing had brushed across her thigh and she knew that he would indeed, ‘Fuck her while feasting, leaving nothing but a cold corpse upon the floor.’ Her savior had been in the form of a petite blonde.

"Hm, I just don’t imagine it." Luna shrugged and dug through the plastic bag containing dozens of dry rags. There was also a few dusters for the picture frames lingering on the walls. Before she would have found offense at the brisk tone. No longer, not since that night. She could still remember the panicked screams as others fought around the Slytherin. No one had stopped in their own troubles to help the girl. That had been the first killing curse for Luna. There had been no thought about her own soul or the repercussions. As soon as the other girl had managed to shove the male off and grab her wand, the debt had been repaired. Luna had been stunned when Pansy Parkinson had scrambled to her knees only to cast a killing curse right at her. It had gone right over her shoulder to slam into a dark haired werewolf that had been about to slam into her back. From that point on they had fought near each other until the end. Even when Harry’s body had been brought forward, the Slytherin had been standing a few feet in front of her.

"You know I don’t know how to dust." Pansy was sure that bit of information would be recalled, seeing as she had complained about having to clean over the summer. After the battle Luna had asked her to owl her over the summer, so she had. Things had been busy but at least once a week she had managed some time to send a reply. Now that school was back in session they didn’t see much of each other. Most of her classes were with Gryffindor. Now that the war was over classes were pretty much boring. Draco and the others didn’t seem to have the will to promote any form of rivalry with Potter. Instead it seemed like most of the males in her house were more interested in whose knickers they could get into. With the half-breed’s death the male population thought it was time to shag to exert their energy.

"It’s easy, I’ll show you. Don’t worry, I’m really fast at it so we should be done on time." Luna walked over towards the first piece of furniture. An oak dresser with a few scratches along the top. She handed one of the dusters towards the brunette. Without saying a word she swept it over the surface very gently. "Most of this has covering so the dust shouldn’t be too thick. Just a quick swipe should do it."

Pansy grumbled but set to work doing the other side of the ancient wood. This would have been so much quicker with magic. She had to skip out going to Hogsmead with the others for this. Then again, did she really want to go with them? Going meant being an extra person, seeing as she was single. Not that she really minded Draco’s current fling. He was getting into a heavy shagging commitment with Daphne. They claimed it was mutual fun and something to pass the year with. That was all well and dandy. What made her balk on going was knowing she’d be meeting Blaise’s latest piece of arse. Every week there was a new girl. Some he merely flirted with, others he got around to touching. She wasn’t sure if he had convinced one to shag yet and she wasn’t going to ask. The less she knew, the less she ached. "I could have gone to Hogsmead."

"I’m glad I can’t go. Neville asked me to go with him." It felt wrong to keep saying yes when she knew she didn’t share his romantic feelings. He really was a sweet person. She had always suspected that her heart lay elsewhere, now she knew. When Neville held her hand she felt like she was holding hands with her Dad. It was confusing that someone as sweet and courageous as Neville couldn’t stir anything but one smile from Harry Potter had her stomach doing flips.

"Next time tell him you got infected by a pack of Turnip Bats." Longbottom was disgusting. She didn’t care if he had killed that nasty snake. The fool wouldn’t know how to please a woman if she came with a manual. "Look Luna, I’m not out to rule your life. Well, not completely at least. But if you don’t like Longbottom then tell him so. Trust me. A guy like him will continue to come around if he thinks there is any hope of winning you. Let him down softly because he’s your friend. I’d just tell him to bugger off but I’m not you. Tell him you got the hots for someone else."

That wouldn’t be a lie, not really. For the last two years she had liked another. Luna shrugged and went on to the next piece of furniture. It made her wonder why all of this was in this room. The storage room was in the dungeons. Perhaps it was things left by retired Professors. Trying to figure out kept her mind from lingering on the one person she shouldn’t be thinking about. Ginny would be upset to learn that she was harboring feelings for her boyfriend.

While Luna was okay with trying not to think about her crush, Pansy was perfectly fine with thinking of hers while slapping the rag against the ugliest lamp she’d ever had the misfortune to lay eyes upon. It was his fault she was in here. Instead of picking on Potter, Draco and Blaise had thought it funny to fuck with her during Double Advanced Potions. Hearing her potion hissing had been enough warning for her to move away before it had exploded in a cloud of green funk. Hearing the two snickering at the next table had set off her famous temper. Not caring about the consequences she had stormed over and shoved their cauldron onto their expensive shoes. It had done her pride good to hear them swearing and hopping like idiots trying to get the steaming shoes off before it ate all the way through to their feet. It would serve them right. They could have permanently damaged her face! It had stung when Blaise cackled later to point out it would have been an improvement. She had almost cursed her old friend hearing Draco say they were just trying to give her a nose job. Why did she have to care about either one of those self-righteous gits?

"Pretty," they had been steadily dusting for four hours when Luna yanked a red slip of silk to reveal a mirror. The outside was made up of some kind of metal. It was close to the same color and feel as gold. Instead of being thick and sturdy like most, the design was one of vines. Made to look like the vines had grown to keep the glass in place. Even the base was dozens of vines pointing towards the floor.

"It’s platinum," she recognized the metal. Pansy had admired a necklace her grandmother had once worn. "I’m pretty sure that’s what it’s made out of. My grandmother used to wear a necklace made from it. It’s terribly hard to find and more difficult to create from. It’s actually more expensive than silver or gold. Do you remember reading in Potions that there are a few rare potions because it takes a sliver of platinum to make?"

"Right, The Thriving Life potion is one." Luna remembered reading about it because Hermione had mentioned it one evening. It was a complicated potion that took six months to brew. It was very sought after because it could heal any wound, even those that should be fatal. It was also known to have the ability to bring back the recently dead. Then why hadn’t Dumbledore bothered to use this mirror? There had to be enough platinum here to make gallons of the potion. It could have spared many that had died during the war. "I wonder why this isn’t being used then?"

"Dunno the better question would be why the hell is something so expensive doing rotting in a stuffy storage room.? What?" Pansy had gotten over the disappointment of her own reflection years ago. She wasn’t the only one to spin around to make sure they were alone. Why else would someone else be standing in the mirror? The last time she had checked she looked nothing like Blaise Zambini. That didn’t stop the Slytherin slag from standing in her spot. "Why the hell is Harry Potter smiling at us?"

"Dunno," the blonde tilted her head to see if he’d do the same. Nope, he just continued to smile while Zambini smirked at them. What kind of mirror was this? She’d heard Harry speaking once about a mirror that once showed the viewer their greatest desire. "Maybe the mirror shows who we like."

"You have a thing for Potter?" That confirmed it, Lovegood was mental. Wasn’t she just as nutty? She couldn’t deny that her heart longed for the dark Slytherin that was smirking even in a blasted mirror image designed from her emotions. She didn’t like it. "I don’t need some blasted mirror to fucking show me who I’ll never have. What the bloody hell is it doing now? Don’t tell me you’re bent as well."

The image swirled until they were gazing upon a strikingly beautiful woman with long red hair. The curling locks had a coppery tone that fell to the waist. The white gown clashed with the pale skin, that belonged on a corpse. Pansy couldn’t help but back up as the child-like voice began to speak to them.

"Time until the moon will rise,

Only a declaration from thy heart’s image can spare this fate.

If not claimed the heart shall die,

Never again that love may thrive.

From death’s embrace you shall awake,

One with the fold"

What did that mean? "Owe," Luna grabbed her wrist as the image swirled leaving the blank glass behind. Just as quickly as the woman had appeared she had gone. What kind of mirror was this? Was that a warning?

"Fuck, it burns." The brunette stared down at the red mark resembling the blasted vines she had previously been admiring. What kind of shit did they keep down here? Stupid school! What had the mirror been blabbing about?

It did indeed sting. She had no idea what it was though. "We need to finish cleaning before Filch returns."

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Pansy received several amazed looks from fellow Slytherins but they went ignored. Sure, it wasn’t every day they’d find her studying when she could be hanging out with her friends. Maybe it was due to them not knowing about her detention. Still, she had skipped dinner as well. After finishing detention she had pulled a Granger and rushed to the library. Most specifically to the restricted section. Having grown up in a family that believed and dipped into the Dark Arts, she was highly concerned. She knew damn well that the only thing that could leave a nasty mark upon a witch or wizard was a curse. She’d looked into the forehead of Potter enough to take it seriously. A dark curse had left the Boy Who Lived with a mark.

She’d already quickly gone through two books without much luck. Now she was flipping through a book on ancient artifacts that may be dark or cursed. What she didn’t understand was why something dark would be needing dusting at Hogwarts. Those words still echoed in her mind. Why couldn’t she get them out of her head? Did it have something to do with the mark? Maybe she should go ask Granger for help. The thought made her laugh. Wasn’t it strange enough that Draco had called her mental for smiling at Lovegood in the halls? When Blaise had questioned her reasons for being chummy with the Ravenclaw she could only shrug and say it was none of their business. She couldn’t bring herself to retell the horrible attack that had almost changed her. In a way it had, but she liked to believe that it was for the better. Only the Gods knew how she would have dealt with being savagely raped and bitten by a werewolf. Given she wouldn’t have been left to bleed out on the cold stone floor. Shame, the only man to have found her attractive enough to snog was a bloody flea ridden wolf with the manners of a troll.

"The Mirror of Fragmentis," she had found it. There was only a single page dedicated to the object. In a very small scribble was the image of the mirror they had found today. Not wasting time she tried to discover what she was dealing with. ‘The Mirror of Fragmentis, often referred to as The Mirror of the Heartbroken. During an interview of a former patient once treated for mental illness this dark artifact was discovered. The patient claimed that his wife had come home to find the artifact sitting in their bedroom. Upon inspection an image of his brother appeared before a woman began to speak to his wife. Two weeks later his wife was found deceased. The only thing left in her wake was a drawing of the mirror and an apology. The patient wouldn’t confide exactly what had been written in his wife’s last moments. Several other accounts were rumored to have occurred that after the appearance of this artifact the witches in question would turn up missing or dead.’

Was she going to die? That couldn’t be right because Luna had been there as well. Were they both going to die? Had Filch known the mirror was there? Would the Squib allow two students to find it? She didn’t think he’d risk the only job he’d ever get by risking two students. The Headmaster was very strict on the safety of her students. Then where did that leave her? Did she want to believe the one account of a raving man? The description was very accurate. Was it possible that another artifact was out there that greatly resembled the one she had run across? If it was the same mirror then why would it appear before her and Lovegood?

"You look stressed, what did Filch make you do?" Draco plopped down on the seat across from the constipated looking brunette. That was the first thing that came to mind seeing her nose scrunched up like she was concentrating. Pansy never worried about studies. She was just finishing because it was what her parents wanted before they married her off.

"Oh, dusting." With enough time to contemplate why she was so miserable. As if she needed to be given time to dwell on the issue. It was currently plopping itself down next to Draco. Her problem was not him, it was the mousy blonde that didn’t realize that there was another chair in the Common Room. Hell, there was actually four other places for the bitch to sit.

"You’re actually studying?" Blaise ignored the insistent wiggling to address the question. It wasn’t often he’d come back to find Pansy’s head buried in a book that didn’t have pictures of jewelry or clothes. Was she actually doing research?

"Yes," not like she had a slag to sit on her lap. Well, not like he would let her sit on HIS lap. If there was one thing Pansy prided herself on it was her common sense. Three years ago when she first discovered that she thought of him as more than just a friend she had made it a point to know what kind of girls intrigued him. Unlike Draco who seemed to prefer loud, obnoxious things, she thought Blaise would be more picky. He had been up until a few months ago. For so long he had been too picky. As she had once pointed out, he was difficult to please. It was the reason she had never made her feelings known. Although these days he seemed content to mess with anything decent looking that would give him the time of day.

Pushing romantic notions aside she eyed the Malfoy heir with speculation. Maybe they could help. Malfoy’s family had messed with the Dark Arts for generations. There was a chance he’d know if it was indeed a curse upon her wrist. Zambini was also someone to ask. While his family had basically remained neutral he was very educated and brilliant. They may help her find out what had occurred. "Draco, I need to ask you something. What do you think this is?"

Draco frowned when she thrust her wrist out for him to inspect. What was he supposed to make of it? It was a wrist. Okay, she did have nice skin but she wasn’t his type. He thought of her like a sister or a girl best friend that he liked to torment. There was also the fact that Zambini wouldn’t be too happy if he were to suddenly show any interest. He scoffed, thinking she was waiting for him to comment on some unseen blemish. "It’s your wrist. Is your new wrinkle cream not working? Isn’t that stuff supposed to go on your face?"

"You arse, how about you Blaise?" What a dick! She could be in serious danger and he was cracking jokes. She’d just ask the intelligent one. Well, she’d ask him if he’d pull his face away from his slag for a few minutes. "Would you please stop sucking face for a second to take a look at my wrist?!"

"Don’t be a bitch," not like he hadn’t seen it before. Blaise twisted in his seat to get a better look. What was he supposed to be looking for? Not seeing anything he shrugged. If he had to say anything he’d tell her it was too small. A nice twist would probably snap the fragile bones. Yet she would only ignore him when he informed her that there was more to eat at dinner than a salad. "What am I looking for? Besides being too pale, there is nothing wrong with your wrist? Did you fall on it?"

"What, no! I was in detention and I saw this m..." mirror! Why couldn’t she say it? "I think I..." Dammit, the words were getting stuck in her throat. Why couldn’t she tell them? It was getting blocked by something. Was it part of the curse? Why couldn’t she address the issue? Was she not allowed to tell them what she’d seen? Why couldn’t they see the mark upon her wrist? Wait, maybe it was because Blaise had something to do with it? The heart’s image! It had shown her Blaise. If he had something to do with it then telling him wouldn’t be allowed. She couldn’t tell Draco either because then he’d tell Blaise. But the patient had known about the mirror. Wait, he’d seen it appear before his wife and heard it spoke. He just happened to watch his wife be cursed. The account claimed that he’d seen his brother standing before his wife. Bloody hell, that was the reason he wouldn’t comment on his wife’s death apology. It was because he knew his wife had died because she had loved his brother. The only person that knew of her curse was the other person that had been with her. But Luna had received the mark as well.

"Pansy? You okay? What happened?" Draco frowned thinking he’d gone too far. Whatever it was seemed to be upsetting her. "Did you hurt yourself today?"

"Oh, yes. I hit it while dusting and it’s been throbbing since. I think I’ll head to the hospital wing to have it checked out." She ignored Blaise’s comment that she should be back before curfew. Curfew was the least of her problems. Clutching the book, she sped up the stairs. There was only one place Lovegood would be. It took ten minutes to navigate out of the dungeons to make it outside. Luna had mentioned something about practice today.

There sitting alone in the stands was the blonde. Some distance away Weasley was sitting with Granger, shouting at the players. What a bunch of slags. A few nasty comments were sent her way as she strolled pass Dean Thomas and the idiot that was constantly blowing things up. Not to mention the two twits of the Trio were glaring at her. She didn’t have time for him. At least Luna seemed pleased to see her. "Hi, we need to talk."

"It’s a curse," Luna had figured that out already. Just sitting here watching Harry made the ache worsen. He was part of it, she was sure. Her chest had begun to ache seeing him give Ginny a kiss before flying off. Not that she had never felt something akin to heartache when seeing them together. This ache had been dull but terrible.

"Exactly, we’ve been cursed. I went to the library to find out what we were messing with. I got a good feeling that if we were to head back to that room the mirror would no longer be there. Take a look at this," she opened the book. It took only two minutes for the blonde to sigh in defeat. "I tried to ask Draco for help and I couldn’t. For some reason I couldn’t get the words out. It was like being under a strong charm. They also couldn’t see the mark. I’m sure that if they weren’t in the room when we were cursed, they aren’t supposed to know."

"Makes sense. If we tell them then it could affect the outcome. I’m sure if I told Harry I was cursed he’d do whatever it took to make sure something bad didn’t happen, that includes giving me a false declaration." Why couldn’t she be in love with Neville? The words had been repeating themselves in her mind constantly in time with the throbbing in her wrist. "The mark is a reminder of the curse so we know what will happen and what to do. Though I’m sure the thing to curse us doesn’t want us to break it. Why else would it curse us this close to the full moon?"

"Shite! You’re right. How many days do we have?" How many days did she have to get Blaise to make some kind of declaration? The most she could get him to declare is that he likes to snog. And not with HER!

"Next Sunday is the full moon and that’s in eight days. Actually, less since tomorrow is Sunday too." Luna twirled a piece of hair content to stare up at the reason for the curse. Harry wasn’t even paying attention to the fans that had come out to watch practice. His eyes were searching the surrounding area while throwing out pointers to the new beater. "A declaration of our heart’s image. A declaration of love, I think. That’s why it’s referred to as the Mirror of the Broken Hearted. It probably locates those in anguish over unrequited love then curses them."

"Joy! I guess it got real lucky that it plopped it’s arse down in a room with two hopeless suckers. I am so dead!" She was going to die and it was all Blaise’s fault. No, it wasn’t his fault. She couldn’t make someone love her. The last thing she would want is to force the issue on him. She wasn’t that big of a bitch! Not that it would save her arse. It had be a declaration, not a lie brought about from guilt. She couldn’t compete against all the girls he brought around to amuse himself. There was no way in hell she’d ever think about entering the competition for his emotions. Not that he had ever shown himself capable of having those either.

"That’s okay, I don’t mind. I’d rather let the curse complete than to force Harry to lie about feelings he doesn’t have." Not even when he turned to send her a bright smile could she tell herself that it’d be okay to guilt him into saying something he didn’t mean.

"Luna, I forbid it. I’m not ready to die, I’m too young. Before we give up, lets make sure that it’s a lost cause."

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