ship: luna/hermione
prompt: I'm having an existential crisis so this was born.
category(?): no idea
warning/tags: questioning of existence,
notes:
words: 250
Hermione heard humming through the rain and peered out the window to see her wife standing in the rain. "Oh what is she doing now?"
She carefully shut the screen door and stood next to Luna, a hand over her eyes. "Luna, love, what on earth are you doing out here?"
Luna looked at her and said simply, "It's raining."
Hermione nodded, peeking through the soaked hair covering half her face. "Yes, I've noticed."
"Then why ask?"
She could tell Luna was enjoying this. "I meant, why are you standing in the rain?"
Luna turned to her with a look so serious that Hermione hadn't seen since the war. "Do you ever wonder what you're really like?"
Hermione sighed. "Luna, I don't understand."
"Hermione, no one knows what they're really like. We can hear our thoughts and know ourselves to an extent, but we can't see ourselves the ways others can. We can only see ourselves through mirrors and the like. But you can see parts of me I can't!"
She seemed genuinely upset and Hermione held her hand. "Well, I guess I've never thought about it."
"I can't hear my real voice, all I know is that it's soft and airy, according to people. I can't see my eyes light up when I'm excited. I don't know what I look like when I'm crying or angry or happy. I don't know myself as others do!"
Hermione huffed out a laugh. "Only you can make me question my existent, Luna."
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Harry Potter Oneshots
FanfictionMostly fluff. Very rare if it's not. Real original, I know. But I've been wanting to do this for awhile sooo here goes. Any suggestions? Comment or message me. -- Anything familiar isn't mine 🤷🏼♀️ Highest Rank: #3 oneshotbook Completed.
