Written for the Fanfiction Marathon Competiton/Challenge, The Give Ron Weasley a Girl/Guy Challenge, and The Rock-Paper-Scissors Challenge! [Always Open!]


"Have you read the newspaper stories about my wife?"

Luna looked up, curious as to what Ron was talking about. He had a soft smile on his face, and was holding the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"What about your wife?" she asked, the smile on her face an echo of his.

"Well," he said, putting the newspaper on the table in front of her. He leant over and hugged her, his chest pressing into the back of the chair. Whispering into her ear, he told her, "It says that she refused alcohol at a Ministry function last night, and what exactly that might mean."

"Really?" she said, unable to contain her smile.

"Yeah," he said smiling. "I was wondering if there were any truth in them."

"Well," she said, "I was thinking Rose for a girl, and Lorcan for a boy."

The next thing she knew, Luna was being lifted out of the chair and spun around by a laughing Ron. She couldn't help but to laugh with him.


Prompt: [Dialogue] "Have you read the newspaper stories about my wife?"