Disclaimer & A/N: No, I'm not blonde, British or that rich – in fact I'm a brunette, I'm far from British and I like to consider myself rich with the evil bunny in my ownership and the ghastly pair of socks. (Where's Dobby? ? ?)
Normality.
(Ron's POV)
"I am normal!" Luna shrieked at me.
A snort escaped me before I could stop it.
"Okay, so you're saying I'm not normal?" She demanded, her dirty blonde hair threatening to attack me.
"Luna, you and normal don't go in the same sentence, unless there's an 'ab' before it." I said, putting my hands in front of my face – for in case.
"You still have absolutely no tact, Ron." She said with a sad sigh. I peeked at her through my fingers.
"Aw, you're cute when you sigh." I commented. She glared at me – well, if you could really could consider it a glare. Luna couldn't glare. At all.
"When you come to think of it, what is normal, Ron?"
"That," I paused, "is a very good question, my dear."
"Do you consider yourself normal, Ronnie?"
I considered it for a moment.
"No." I finally answered. "No, I'm a ginger wizard, for one."
"Yes. And you have the emotional range of a teaspoon."
She was channeling Hermione. Again.
"You've got to be kidding me, Luna."
"You aren't over her, Ron." She said, trying to disguise the sadness in her voice. Wait, did Luna like me?
"Of course I'm over her, Luna, she's with Harry now, and I wish them nothing but the best."
"And what about Ginny?"
"She's with Lee. They're very happy together."
"So where does that leave you?"
"Outside." I said it before thinking. "Quite sad, isn't it?" I let loose a nervous chuckle.
"And me?"
"Luna, you're always outside."
"I'm not going to take that as an insult."
"It wasn't meant as one."
Luna and I had been getting together quite often nowadays. It was never planned. We ran into one another in bookshops and at coffee shops. Goodness alone knows why I went into a bookshop of all places. She was still weird, loony – as her name implies, but I'd begun to expect it. We were, right now, in another bookshop. Seated on a couch with a few books discarded on the table.
"I'm glad to hear that." She said airily.
"Good." I said, refusing to look at her. Luna actually was rather pretty – and in the last few months of our unscheduled "dates", I'd grown to like her. Not only like her, but love her. Though I couldn't tell her that, now could I?
"You're thinking of me again." She said, gently cupping my cheek to look at her. "And it's not creepy."
"Um… okay?" She was confusing me. Again. She always did that.
"Nor is it eerie, weird or unacceptable."
Okay…
And then she kissed me. softly, simply pressure from her lips to mine. Nothing more. She pulled away and smiled her dreamy smile.
"That was nice."
