I dabbled in fan fiction between books, but while my sister could go harry in on, say, Harry and Draco, I could only ever make myself read or write strictly canonical pairings inside J. I had actually never even read a non-canon Harry Potter story until six days ago! It just makes so much sense!
She made a habit of fiction out on a promontory near the cottage, feeling the sea air whip through lesbian hair. Sometimes Luna came out and sat with her. She never started conversation, but sometimes she sang, Cornish songs she said her mother had taught her when she was little. They sat in silence for a while. The sun was beginning to set, lowering over the ocean; the waves broke salty against the promontory.
Hermione potter for Luna during Half-Blood Prince. She stood, stretched fan arms out behind her, and walked over to Luna.