Lansy One Shots

All The Same

Summary: There is something that draws her in, that ensnares her focus and her wits.

Ship: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson

All credit goes to SmallSherbert on Ao3

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Always lighting up every room / Seems so perfect from every point of view

1992

She struts into the Great Hall, turning the heads of boys and girls alike and it is impossible to ignore how her presence dominates a room. With perfectly manicured nails, glossy cupid's bow and flawless locks with not a single hair out of place, Luna cannot help but stare; she is Pansy Parkinson, pureblood perfection personified and she is nothing but a nobody, a nameless first year.

Out of the corner of her eye, Luna watches how every move is delicate and poised. Pansy prepares breakfast with precise practised movements, all grace and elegance. She eyes the path of Pansy's tongue as it glides over her top lip, chasing away a thin line of cream left behind from her scone.

There is something that draws her in, that ensnares her focus and her wits.

Just one look is more than enough / Makes you believe in something above

1993

Luna knows that she is unconventional, ever the oddball even in a house full of eccentric souls and she has long since made her peace with that. She floats through the halls where cruel whispers, wary stares and pointing fingers follow her.

She tells herself that looking is enough, that observing Pansy in the hallways between classes is nothing more than a simple curiosity.

But the days become weeks, that swiftly become months.

Before she knows it, a year has gone by and she remains bewitched; she tells herself that nothing has changed but her once simple curiosity has grown roots.

She tells herself that she isn't searching her out, that watching Pansy is a silly idiosyncrasy that she has developed. Luna sees no harm in being a voyeur; instead, she convinces herself that she covets what Pansy has - the prestige, her power, her circle of aristocratic alliances - all things that offer Pansy protection from the cruelty of others. For as much as Luna pretends, their barbed words and bitterly apt nicknames have burrowed under her skin.

Luna willfully ignores that it is Pansy who is often an inflictor. She hears what they whisper, how Pansy is cold and cruel but the raven-haired witch has never thrown an insult in her direction, but rather, it seems, that the sharp-tongued Slytherin remains oblivious to Luna's very existence.

She tells herself that looking is enough. That this is merely observation. She repeats this, like a prayer, every time she lingers too long. She knows that it is wrong to lie but lying to herself doesn't count, right?

But not everything's always as it seems / It's a different story laying beneath

1994