I pitched the Quaffle over to Hermshire, flying farther down the field. She tossed it back to me, her practice robes flying behind her. She fell back as I advanced towards the goals, aiming for the spot just below Tilder's feet. I threw it right on target and—

Tilder blunted it with the back of her broom and frowned at me.

I screamed in frustration and flew down to the ground, landing with a swear. Tilder came up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder.

"You've been off all week, Weasley. What's wrong?"

"Why can't I fucking score anything?" I seethed, storming over to the locker rooms. Practice wasn't over yet, I knew, but even Captain Jones would know that I couldn't fly in such a mood. I looked back and Tilder was shrugging at Hermshire, who mounted her broom and took off.

It wasn't that the air had been cold or that the sun wasn't out. True, I played best on the days that the sun was out and the weather was warm, everyone played well in that kind of weather. But that hadn't been it. All week I've been struggling with making goals, only scoring half of what I usually make. And I couldn't figure out why. There wasn't anything I could recall that would make me fly like this.

I was taking off my gear and starting on my robes when I heard a soft voice from the doorway. "You're not flying well."

Bugger.

I had forgotten about her.

I turned around, my hands still positioned about the clasp of my robes, and saw Luna standing there. She was looking around the room in that fashion of hers, taking everything in without really seeing anything at all. I had never brought her in here before, never considered it. And now she was here to tell me I wasn't flying well.

"Yeah, I know." I said, turning back around to face the wall. It wasn't prettier than her, for sure, but we were supposed to be having a row. And things weren't going to work out like that if I was staring at her.

I continued undressing in silence, and when she didn't say anything, I stepped out of my clothes and into a shower stall, turning on the water with a flick of my wand. Its warmth felt welcome against my skin. Rather than washing off quickly like I had intended to, I stood and let the water flow over me, into my hair, over my back, down my legs and between my toes. I shivered at the contrast between the outdoor air I had just been flying in to the heat I was confined to now.

And then she was in there with me, her skin just as bare as mine, and Luna looked up into my eyes. She didn't look out of place, standing there in front of me, and she surely didn't look confused. She looked like she knew what she was doing. And when she stepped over our invisible barrier and kissed me, everything was okay and the warm water wasn't my main focus anymore.

Luna mumbled against my lips, "I miss you at home."

I had been staying away for the entire week, staying back at the Burrow. I'd told Mum that we were renovating and it was taking a while, and that Luna was staying with her father instead. This wasn't the truth and I spent most of my time in my bedroom, trying to sort out why we were having a row in the first place.

It seems stupid now, honestly, when she makes little confessions like this.

"I miss being at home with you." I replied, ducking my head onto her shoulder. She kissed my collarbone lightly and then I felt her lips at my ear.

"I think you should try flying again."

And so I looked up into Luna's eyes again. I nodded and turned off the water, and she cast a Drying charm, she helped me gather my things again and put my hair up with one of her special charms. She straightened my robes just before I left, handing me my broom, her hands still on my chest and tracing the design on my practice clothes.

"I'll have some warm tea waiting for you." She mumbled. Then she kissed me again and that was that.

I had never flown better in my life.