Gently, midnight had settled over the world's stage, softly singing its song of eternal friendship and a love that would one day outst death.
Laughter, so bright and clear - full of joy - rose up to the stars. Music hummed from an old gramophone, filling the silence of the midnight forest.
"Father Time," it crossed Dippet's mind. How beautiful it would be if he could capture this moment for eternity... if he held time in his hands...
That moment of happiness was as fleeting as water slipping through one's fingers.
"Come on, Tom! You'll win the next round!", he called out cheeringly to the Heir of Slytherin, who had just lost the third round of cards in a row and was looking a bit morose.
Luna had already left the small circle that had made itself comfortable outside the tent in the glow of floating candles. It had been Menie's idea to spend the ancient magic of midnight together today. Much to Tom's annoyance.
"Sir, if you allow, I would like to withdraw a little into the silence of the forest?"
"As you wish, Tom. But do not go too far. The protective spells only have a small range."
Tom nodded to him and the young teacher and vanished into the darkness.
"That lecher!", the young witch thought to herself. It was clear to her that he would go to Luna... and talking was certainly not the intention this Tom held.
"Now, now! We were young once, too. And why should we stand in the way of fresh happiness, Miss Menie."
The one addressed threw her eyes wide open as the realization seeped through her.
"You... you are a Legilimens!" she gasped in surprise.
"And a damn good one, I should think. However, when he is around...", Dippet paused and gestured with a nod in the direction Tom had disappeared.
"When he is around, one must also be a damn good Occlumens," he finished with a crooked smile on his lips.
Menie was speechless; she looked aghast back and forth between Dippet and the direction in which that rascal had vanished.
"What? That boy is a Legilimens?"
"Oh yes! And a brilliant one at that. Only, he doesn't quite reach my Legilimency skills... not yet."
Menie looked at him with wide eyes.
"But that remains our little secret. There are very few I trust. And you, Miss Menie, are one of them."
A little embarrassed, the young teacher lowered her head.
"I... I don't even know what to say. Except that it is a great honor," she breathed softly.
"Oh! They are pying Luna's favorite song!" Quickly she jumped up and turned up the volume on the gramophone a bit.
A breath of lifeImpulse without timealways remains imperishablein the space of eternity
Gestures of lovechange the worlddark zones vanishwhen brightened with light
as long as the earthturns around the sunand the seamoves with the moonwe are conductedin the rhythm of time
Words of truthconsciousness of powerfinite is the depthendless is he who created it
nothing is fleetingnothing, only timebut everything transformsuntil the end reaches its beginning
as long as the earthturns around the sunand the seamoves with the moonwe are conductedin the rhythm of time
The song faded into the night. And behind the countless veils of worlds, Time danced dreamily to the enchanting verses.
Luna y in the soft moss, watching the fireflies that sparkled like stars between the green of the forest.Tom's robes rustled in the leaves as he slowly approached her....He sank down beside her. And without a word, he pulled her into a passionate kiss - a kiss that was meant to kiss the child out of her soul....
His lips were hungry - hungry for more....
Hundreds of butterflies began to dance in Luna's stomach, while her small mouth explored his just as hungrily.Roughly he began to tear the dress from her body, gasping, his lips glided deeper - wanting to kiss the small mouth between her legs....
Luna covered her mouth so as not to groan loudly. For tonight they were not alone. She pulled him back up to her, her fingers fumbling at his clothes. He helped her and divested himself of his robes.
The moonlight shone on his pale skin - making him appear somewhat unreal. His body - traced by subtle muscles - pressed against her soft skin. She wrapped her legs around his hips - pulling him close to her...
Everything in her wanted to feel him - feel him inside her...
Slowly he let himself slide into her hot tightness.
"Luna! Luna, where are you!", it rang out sweetly in the silence of the night. Menie hurried through the thicket alongside the Director.
Tom and Luna froze alike.
"Merlin, this can't be real," he gasped close to Luna's face. Then he slid off her and pulled on his robes as fast as he could.
"What about my dress? You accidentally tore it...", Luna asked softly. She didn't have her wand with her, so she couldn't fix the mishap without Tom's help. Without a word, he flicked his wand and the dress was like new again. Quickly she pulled it on and straightened her hair.
"There you are!", it echoed over to them already. Menie and Dippet, who was trying with all his might to suppress a ugh, were now standing directly in front of the "culprits."
"Tom! Your hair is disheveled!", the young teacher remarked with a sugar-sweet smile, while the Director conspicuously inconspicuously observed the fireflies in the trees.
Tom, who as so often pyed the picture of innocence, had to restrain himself greatly not to show his anger. Oh, how he cursed this witch....
Luna, on the other hand, looked caught at the ground. Menie quickly linked arms with her and pulled her gently back toward the camp.
The moon and Time smiled silently down on the little story, which was slowly making its way through the book of countless worlds....