"Thank you for inviting me to Slughorn's party, Harry. I know you would have much rathered bringing Ginny."

"Oh, er, it's nothing, Luna. I'm having a good time with you."

"That's nice. What is this Muggle dance called again?"

"Slow dancing."

"I quite like it. Most dances are rather too complicated, but this is very simple. Swaying. Anyone can sway."

"Uh, yeah. I s'pose."

"There are lots of girls who would like to slow dance with you, you know. There's no need to look so shocked. They find you attractive because you have green eyes and you're athletic and you're famous. I disagree."

"O-oh?"

"Certainly. I think you're attractive because you're quite nice. Even when you thought I was loony you were nice to me. You're very special that way."

"Oh, er, thank you. I think you're nice, too."

"You think I'm weird."

"You can be weird and nice."

"That's true . . . . Oh! Why have we stopped?"

"Uh, enchanted mistletoe. My feet are stuck."

"That's unfortunate. I suppose it expects us to kiss?"

"Y-yeah. Hopefully it's not full of Nargles."

"Harry, that's utter nonsense."

With that, Luna leaned in and brushed her lips ever-so-softly over Harry's. Pulling away, she smiled dreamily, her moon-like eyes gleaming in a way he had never seen before. "That was rather pleasant. I see why Ginny likes kissing so much."

"Yeah, nice," Harry murmured, staring down at the bizarre girl in his arms. The music and dancing continued all around them, but the pair remained quite frozen to the spot.

Perhaps Luna Lovegood wasn't such a bad date after all.

Author's Notes: I wrote this during a fit of boredom at work, so it's not that great. Hopefully someone out there still gets a kick out of it. :)

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter series and all of its contents are property of J. K. Rowling, who I am in no way associated with.