Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter. For the 'Fifty Shades of... Challenge' by DobbyRocksSocks. Prompts from the '100 Little Things Challenge' by halffictionalprincess.

A/n: Collection of Snape/Luna drabbles. Not connected, some of them (or perhaps most) some degree of AU. Some may be rated M, but for the most part will probably be rated T.

Prompt: (#17) Wear his clothes.

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Fifty Shades of Snuna

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You Float Like a Feather...

There was no other way to really describe the way she moved... she simply floated. It was as though, unlike everyone else on the miserable planet, her body wasn't bound to the earth like every other person. As if she wasn't weighed down by all those worldly troubles...

Severus might have envied that soundless, ethereal grace... but as he watched her float from his bedroom and to where he sat in his sitting room, he found it wasn't her grace that he coveted.

It was simply her.

For a moment, he wondered if it was simply the fact that she was wearing one of his shirts, that made him want her like a man possessed... even after he'd already had her once.

It was a strange feeling to be sure. Severus had never really wanted someone after he'd already spent his pleasure for them. Once was usually enough for a person who avoided any sort of attachment with other human beings.

And yet...

It was utterly charming, the way his white button-up swallowed up her slender, petite frame. And his eyes found themselves glued to her moonlight-white, pale thighs that were exposed a bit higher than mid-thigh as his shirt fell short of conservatively covering her legs. And it was adorable, the way the buttons were somewhat askew and she hadn't even bothered with the top three...

"And just what was wrong with your own clothes that you had to commandeer an article of mine?" Severus asked from where he sat in his armchair in nothing but his boxers, having retreated from the bed without waking the sleeping girl... a girl who had found her way to his bed on several occasions... and Severus hadn't once had the heart or the stomach to kick her out of it and here he sat, like on so many other nights ruminating on the why...

Luna didn't respond even as she folded her legs under her, as she sat on the chesterfield with her legs tucked under her, her gaze wandering to his bookshelves and proceeded to absently play with the hem of his shirt.

"I like your shirts," she replied with a shrug in her lilting, musical voice.

Dryly, Severus thought about just how much he rather liked her in them... perhaps almost as much as he enjoyed seeing her in nothing at all, but shoved the thought aside.

"I'm glad I could be of service," he retorted sarcastically, being sure to add a glare, even knowing that they'd never had any affect on the blonde girl before him.

As if knowing that he didn't really care, Luna flashed him one of her lethargic, enigmatic smiles even as she stood once more and walked over to him, her hand floating over his arm, trailing like a feather along his exposed skin.

"You should come back to bed," she suggested, her voice airy as she silently disappeared back where she'd come, her bare feet hardly whispering on the stone beneath.

And though his mind was yelling at him not to follow, that it was insanity to fall into this any further than he'd already had, his body seemed unable to heed as he stood and all but chased the fluttering of his shirt along her thighs.

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Disclaimer- "Float like a feather" lyric from the song Creep by Radiohead.