"So?"
"It's you. Take it off."
"What? No."
"Take it off." Luna stared at him; her silvery eyes into his chocolate brown ones. She was, at the present, sitting across from Harry at a small round table wearing only her socks, undergarments, and long t-shirt. She scooped the pile of chocolate frogs toward her and giggled. "You lost, take it off."
Harry quickly undressed, removing his crimson house robes to reveal a striped tee and boxers. Both of them had lost their socks and shoes and other minimal items a while ago.
"My deal," he said, and both he and Luna each tossed two chocolate frogs into the center of the table. He looked her square in the face, taking in her determined look and adjusting his poker face. He dealt them each two cards, face down.
Luna peeked at her cards quickly, before placing them back on the table with a chocolate frog packet covering them. She tossed two more packets into the center with a flourish, and said, "raise" with a completely insignificant shrug, as if it were nothing. Harry follows suit as she says, "Burn 'em and turn 'em." He gave her an odd look before turning over the flop.
He chewed on his lip for a minute. Luna checked her cards again, tossed in one. Harry frowned. "Remember, Harry," she says in a proper schoolmarm voice. "One must always appear confident. Always act like it means nothing, even if it means everything." Luna smiled at him, the slow blooming smile just for him. He tosses in a frog, and the game moves on. Her silvery eyes are fixed on him like lamplight as he turns over one more card. She checks, he bets.
"Well what fun would be if it wasn't for a decent pot?" Harry asked.
"Very good, although it's worth quite a lot more than chocolate, isn't it?" she said, pushing another frog into the building pile, and staring obviously at the crimson striped boxers. Harry stared at the cards dancing, clubs turning in circles and the jack juggling hearts.
He flushed, turned over the next card. Things were getting interesting. Luna debated before tossing in three frogs, and cracking open a fourth one to eat as Harry goggled at her.
"You're just trying to intimidate me. And it's working, call." He flipped over the river, and Luna checked. She was tired of playing and ready to pounce. Harry called, and flipped his hand over to reveal a Jack and a ten. "Two pair," he announced proudly.
Luna flipped her cards over to reveal pocket Queens, and bringing the Queen (the turn card) over to her cards, she said triumphantly, "Three of a kind!"
"You win. Again," he said, muttering unintelligible swear words that even Ron would be proud of.
"I know," she said smugly. It was hard not to gloat, but what she wanted most of all had nothing to do with cards. "Take it off."
Harry slowly took his shirt off, arms lifting over his head. Luna was like a cat eyeing her prey. "I hate you," he said, with absolutely no sincerity.
"No you don't. You love me," Luna replied, a devilish look in her eyes. And, with complete and utter disregard for their game and all the chocolate frogs she stacked so neatly, she pounced.