Songbird (G; Harry/Luna; 100 words): Harry appreciates Luna.
Harry lay sprawled in the grass, his hands behind his head, listening to Luna sing. Before she'd invited him on the picnic, he'd been plagued with a lassitude engendered by the rigors of Auror training. Now, however, he felt relaxed and clear-headed as he examined his girlfriend. Luna was wearing a brown dress with a spotted bodice that hugged her breasts beguilingly, and given her song, Harry couldn't help but think of her as some sort of thrush come to cheer him.
"You're a great transformer of moods," he murmured gratefully, as she left off singing and began to hum.