Lansy One Shots

Aqua is the Colour of your Energy

Summary: Pansy's been coming to this club for over a year, always shutting down any attention, until Luna Lovegood whispers the weirdest pick up line ever into her ear.

Ship: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson

All credit goes to ChelsieWhitlock on Ao3

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"Has anyone ever told you that your aura is a magnificent aquamarine?" The voice comes to her, an inch away from her ear. Pansy twists her head in a sharp movement, sending the short dark strands out in a curtain, looking for whoever is brave enough to approach her.

Pansy comes to the lively club a couple of times a month, and is ignored for the most part. Rarely, someone will attempt to chat her up when she is pressed against the bar waiting to order or pay for her drink. Once, someone even tried to send a drink to her.

She's always been able to quickly shut them down, making her displeasure known through a stern look or harsh word. She comes to watch, enjoying the movement of bodies on the dance floor. Her eyes move from person to person as they laugh, caress, and even kiss each other in full view of all the other people in the club.

Her heart pounding at the sight of so many women together, openly seeking each other out. This place is her personal purgatory. She is close enough to taste the heaven that she desires, but instead she does penance. Keeping herself above it all, never engaging, never allowing herself to hope.

Her mind snaps back to the present, looking down to a blond wisp of a woman. Her hair is nearly down to her waist, and her eyes look comically large on her small face. It takes less than a second for Pansy to place her, and for a moment she is speechless.

"Luna Lovegood?" Her voice is surprisingly nonchalant, as though she regularly comes into contact with former classmates in a club, on Women's night.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember your name. Your aura has changed so much since we last knew each other." Luna looks up at her with eyes the color of unicorn blood. The bold lights in the dark room, bouncing off them as though shining off a mirror.

"Pansy Parkinson, from school?" The words lift as she says them, almost as if she's asking a question. Pansy scolds herself internally, doesn't understand the need to continue the conversation, feeling out of her element.

"Ah, so you are. You used to carry the deepest indigo about yourself, it's so nice to see you've shed some of that heaviness." The other woman's eyes are focused on an area about 6 inches above her head, and Pansy feels a strange smile tugging up the corner of her lips. A twitch of a muscle, more than anything.

"What brings you out tonight?" Pansy shuffles a half step forward, away from the bar. The cold, damp glass in her hand, a distant thought.

"I was following some Moon frogs, and as I passed by, I saw you. I knew I needed to come tell you how lovely you look tonight." Luna's cheeks turn an endearing shade of pink, and her face splits with a wide grin. Pansy feels herself swaying closer to Luna.

Pansy's cool, tough exterior is being melted, like a snowman on a sunny day. She can feel herself thawing and responding to the sweet innocence of the woman in front of her. Her fears and self doubt fading with each passing moment.

"Thank you?" Again, the words come out as a question, and Pansy begins to wonder about her sanity.

"If you really want to thank me, you'll share a dance with me." Her light eyebrow lifts in the sweetest twist of teasing, as she says the words. Pansy's heart thuds suddenly against her chest and she struggles to draw in a full breath.