It's the Christmas Dance for the sixth- and seventh-years, and Ron is sitting on one of the chairs in the corner, feeling uncomfortable in his dark blue dress robes. They are better than the frilly maroon ones he wore at the Yule Ball, but there is still a stiff collar and he looks like a bloody moron. Harry looks dashing in his black robes, and Hermione is wearing a pretty purple number, not too revealing but enough to make Harry nearly hyperventilate when she came down the girls' dormitories' stairs.

'Hello, Ronald,' a dreamy voice says from next to him. Ron jumps and sees Luna sitting in the seat next to him. It seems that she has appeared out of thin air. Her dress is cream, long-sleeved, and there are flowers all over it, but Ron's eyes widen at how lovely she looks.

'You looked a tad lonely,' Luna continues, fingering her cork necklace. 'I thought you could use some company.'

Ron always found Luna quite strange, but now he feels quite a lot of affection for her. He smiles gratefully.

'Thanks, Luna,' he replies. 'I was a bit lonely, yeah.'

'Hermione looks lovely, doesn't she?' Luna asks suddenly, gazing over at Ron's friends, who are laughing in each other's arms. Harry seems to have grasped the leading part of ballroom dancing.

'Yeah.' Ron agrees, studying how her glittery radish earrings accent the curve of her neck. Luna turns back to him, and he moves his gaze up to her large blue eyes. They are quite pretty, really. Ron frowns at her.

'What's the matter?' Luna cocks her head in a very sudden movement for her, frowning right back.

'Did you put glitter on your earrings?'

'Oh, yes. I wanted them to look sparkly for the dance.' Luna replies, smiling. 'Hermione showed me this wonderful spell. You see, you just tap them with your wand, think about glittery things, and there you have it, glittery earrings.'

'Wow.' Ron raised his eyebrows.

'She made it up,' Luna explains, twisting a piece of her dirty blonde hair round her finger (which has been badly nail-polished, but Ron doesn't say anything). 'Harry was there when she told me, and as soon as she explained how to do it, he grabbed her and took her somewhere.'

Ron grins. Just like Hermione to make up a genius spell; just like Harry to feel so proud of her that he has to snog her for a bit afterwards.

Ron remembers all of a sudden that he has a piece of Ginny's jewellery in his pocket (she didn't want it anymore, but he took it and said he'd find a way to sell it). He takes it out along with his wand, thinks about Luna's glittery earrings, and taps the bracelet with his wand.

'Well,' Ron said, looking at the now sparkling bracelet lying across his hand. 'It actually works.'

Luna rolls her eyes (Ron notices that she does this a bit slower than everyone else, too). 'Of course it works, Ronald. This is Hermione we're talking about here.'

'True.' Ron sighs, fingering the glittery thing in his hand.

The clock chimes – it's Christmas Day. Luna leans across the rest on her seat and kisses Ron on the cheek.

'Happy Christmas, Ronald,' she says, smiling at him again.

'Happy Christmas, Luna.' He holds out the bracelet. 'Here's your present.'

Luna takes the bracelet from his calloused hand. Ron swears that when her fingertips brush his palm, he gets one of the electric shocks that Hermione once went on about. It doesn't hurt, though. It feels quite nice, really.

'Now you have a glittery bracelet to match your earrings,' Ron whispers.

A/N: I haven't written R/L before. I was planning to in Dignity Drabbles, but I never finished them and FanFiction has rules about songfics, so I never did. Ron/Luna is really cute. Tell me what you think.