"According to the song of the Zemoflaxers, Perciphious Perkle soared across the skies on his legendary broomstick and performed a spell only he knows to turn the sky blue. A marvelous feat, wouldn't you agree? I would love to have tea with him."

"…."

Hermione was completely speechless, her mouth was even agape. That was so ridiculous, so absurdly incorrect, that she couldn't even yell at her for it. A wizard painting the sky blue… No… That's…

However, before she knew it, she had the blonde's face in her hands and had crashed their lips together. It was strange, how moments like these endeared her to the space cadet so much that she couldn't even control herself.

Luna merely smiled into the kiss, as though she saw it coming, and wrapped her arms around the brunette's waist, lightly entwining her fingers at the small of her back.

She had a way with words and she knew it.