A/N: Well, I'm sorry but I just don't see much R/L fics out there..so boom! Here's a new fic of mine, my first shot at writing this pairing these two up. I ship Ron/Luna mainly because, there so dimwitted and cute together! Besides, he does have a fetish for blondes…hint hint Fleur! Yes I know she was a veela…..but hey! Luna can be one too, she's darn pretty enough! Well, enough said so read and review! xoxo enjoy xoxo

It was mid-day; the sounds of laughter and cheer were all around the Burrow. The jokes told by the unbelievable Fred and George, the beautiful dances by Ginny Weasley, the happily married Molly and Arthur and of course the loving presence of Harry and Hermione. Ron was here of course, sitting in the living room on his favorite cushioned chair. It reminded him of the comfy chair at the Hogwarts, in the well designed Gryffindor common room. He had missed that place, him and his fellow classmates had all graduated just 1 year ago.

It was just 2 weeks ago, the wondrous victory was made. The wizarding war was shorter than everyone had planned, but much more innocent lives were lost than expected. Voldemort and his death eaters had attack the school while the returned students were fast asleep. Many got up, and fought for their lives. The Order was there, losing yet another two members. Moody had died an unexpected death and the horror of Lupin after. Tonks was crushed by this, and sent herself down to be with him again. Harry had drawn a long battle, almost losing in the end. Ron thought they were done for until suddenly Hermione jumped out to save Harry. Ron ran to her, but she was in a tight duel with Voldemort. Harry soon found the strength to get up, and together they fought. Together, without him, without the missing friend, they won.

"Hey Ron! Why the long face?"

Ron jumped, not realizing he had spaced out into yet another common past memory. He put on a hopeful smile, and turned to see Harry.

"Nothing, where's Hermione?"

"With your mother, discussing yet another heated round of SPEW."

The boys laughed, remembering the year she had the club formed, and those patches to go with it.

"She never gave up did she?"

"No, she didn't." Harry laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, just like she never gave up on you."

The comment came out faster before Ron could rethink it. Harry looked at him, his face etched with confusion and annoyance.

"Ron, let's not go there. Ok? Let's just enjoy ourselves today." Harry changed the subject, reaching for two full mugs of butterbeer.

"Umm, whatever." he hastily snatched for the mug, and mumbled a thank you.

After three rounds of butterbeer, Ron was relaxed and his mind off of her.

"Happy to be leaving? Going to be traveling the world now!" Harry replied, swinging his cup as ready to cheer.

"For Qudditch? Bloody hell, I wish I were leaving right this second!" he staggered to stand, failing miserably.

"Captain down and not even a bloody bludger is present." Ron laughed, holding on to Harry while he laughed while struggling to lift Ron off the floor. They finally did it, but a very aggravated bushy haired friend was there next to them.

"What is this?" she demanded.

Ron and Harry merely looked at her before pulling out in a fit of laughter.

"Nothing, were just dancing!" Ron replied, suddenly trying to dance.

"Ron Weasley! Your drunk? Over three butterbeers?" she sounded sustained and annoyed.

"Sorry Hermione, Qudditch excites us that's all."

She glared over to Harry, before her expression suddenly relaxing.

"Qudditch? That's what this is about?" she shrugged her shoulders, smiled and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Harry grabbed at her arm.

"Yes?" she called from behind.

Harry pulled her around and reeled her in for a kiss. It lasted mere moments, before Harry noticed her shirt was halfway un-buttoned. They pulled apart immediately, her blushing madly and leaving.

"Bloody hell Harry! Could you two do that when I'm not around?" Ron dropped his mug, and shoved his way out of the room.

The Burrow was getting packed with loud noises and many people. Ron struggled to reach outside, finally doing so moments later and he walked over to the old swings. He dug his hands in his pockets, kicking at the dirt with his feet. He reached the swings, more childhood memories of him and Ginny being pushed on these very swings by their parents. Ron wiped at his eyes before landing in a swing and started to slowly swing back and forth. He sat, and pondered his lost mind in his deep thoughts. He thought of his last year at Hogwarts, one of which consisted of hardly any classes, and the rare presence of his true friends. Harry had refused to return to the school, for he destined to find the final Horcruxes. Ron tagged along of course, but stayed back most of the time because of her. The girl who helped Harry the most, fed him vital information, and even helped him defeat Voldemort in the end. Yes, her. Hermione Granger, the girl with brains and beauty only he saw. Of course Ron fancied her; she was the only girl he ever felt comfortable around. But she wasn't to be his, her heart belonged to Harry.

Ron continued to swing, his thoughts running widely. His thoughts had soon come across a quite particular girl who Ron spent pretty much his whole 7th year with. She wasn't with Harry and Hermione, she was at Hogwarts. She was the one who brighter the darkened hallways, continued to show off her raddish earrings and butterbeer cap necklace. Ron fancied it, soon wanting one of his own, but it looking less girly like her's. Ron spent pretty much everyday with her, when Harry and Hermione weren't there. Soon enough, Harry and Hermione stayed for awhile at Hogwarts, but Ron left them for her. He laughed, remembering the times they had, him suddenly realizing she wasn't as Looney as everyone thought.

"You like to swing too?"

Ron again, jumped out of his seat at the unexpected company. He turned, and t his sudden relief, saw Luna.

"Um..yeah. My mom used to push me on them when I was young."

Luna grinned, and Ron smiled running a nervous hand threw his hair.

"Could you push me?"

The question was unexpected; Ron wasn't sure exactly how to respond.

"You, on the swing?"

"Of course, silly!" she laughed, whipping a hand threw her dirty blonde hair.

She walked closer to him, placing herself in the swing next to him. She held on, as if prepared to take off.

'Ready Ronald." she replied, her voice reminding him of a faint dream.

He nervously walked behind her, and without thinking more on it he gave her a small push.

"Woo!" she yelped, even though she was barely off the ground.

Ron held back his laugh, his mind pondering into how he was to tell her what he was thinking. She came back, and he continued to push her.

"Yay!" she replied, laughing and tossing her head side to side as if following a musical beat.

Ron watched her, her dirty blonde hair blowing widely in the wind, and he listened to her laughter, one of which he could hear all day.

"That's good. Thanks Ronald." she turned to him, smiling. He smiled back, taking a seat back in his swing. Together they sat, consumed in silence.

"Going to enjoy playing for the Chudley Cannons?" she replied, her attention covered on him.

"Yeah, can't wait! Going to be their youngest chaser."

"I thought you played beater, like your loveable brothers?" her eyes widened, but he thought nothing much of it.

"Nah, I'm more of the chaser kind, the part where I attack for the ball."

They laughed, and Ron felt himself blush. Confused, he began to slowly swing. Luna soon did the same, and intentionally watched Ron. He felt un comfortable, and decided to bring up a discussion.

"Since were out of school, what do you plan to do now?"

Her expression was no longer dreamy, but became serious, like was during Dumbledore's funeral.

"I don't know, I might work for the Quibbler. I could try to be the next Rita Skeeter!"

Ron trembled at that name, and Luna noticed and smiled. She reached over and gave him a playful shove, that left Ron's mind clouded for seconds.

"Ok, I'll try to be better than Rita."

"Sounds better."

They laughed, and Luna swing even higher, Ron finding himself watching her. She looked like someone that walked out of a dream, to sit up on a cloud and swing back and forth, her hair dancing in the wind and her legs kicking slowly up and down as in rhythm. Ron blinked, looking away for he caught her looking back with a now dreamy expression.

"When are you leaving?" she asked, then suddenly humming a song.

"Tomorrow afternoon."

The sound of her swings stopped, Ron could no longer hear it but the wind rustling against her skirt. He turned to her, and saw a face that was very un-Luna like. She was suddenly gloomy, as if she was told she was indeed not a witch.

"That soon?" her eyes bored into his, him unable to look away.

"Yeah, I start practice the day after tomorrow."

Ron too had stopped swinging, and watched as Luna continued to advert her eyes at and away from him.

"Oh well that's good….I guess." she added her last comment, and turned away.

Ron didn't know what to say, he couldn't stay an extra day to be with her. It would be nice, but impossible. He had a thought, one of which was very possible, yet absurd. He brushed it off, and started to swing.

"Are you going to write?" she replied, her head now drooping.

"Of course, there's going to be loads to tell you."

He put a comforting hand on her shoulder, pulling his swing closer to hers.

"I won't forget about you. How could I when you've been a dearest friend this year?"

She looked up t him, tears in the back of her eyes. Ron looked back, for the first time seeing the side of Luna that no one had ever seen. She was no longer the high spirited Luna Lovegood but the now lost and wanted Luna Lovegood. Ron felt ashamed, knowing once he left she'd probably never be herself again.

"You want me here that bad?" he asked, mere inches away from her face.

"Yes, Ronald. I do so much." she whispered, a single tear falling down her cheek.

Ron ominously wiped away her tear with a single brush with his thumb. Luna then closed the distance between them leaving Ron stunned. Her hand was over Ron's hand that was holding the swing chain. Ron desperately kissed her back, fear of losing her suddenly filling his body.

"I'm sorry." he whispered against her lips.

She didn't respond, but tightened her hand on his and he forced a more passionate kiss. She was the first to pull away, and she abruptly jumped off her swing and turned away from him. He slowly got up, brushing at his pants before taking his steps towards her. Ron was now officially lost for words, he still wasn't good with the opposite sex. Yet again, there was something about Luna that made him feel like himself and have the abilities to do things he wouldn't do in front of Lavender, and Hermione.

"Better get going, dinner is probably done and we don't want your mom screaming for you." she still didn't face him, but her head titled up as in to fight her tears.

"I can't leave you out here like this."

"Don't worry about me, I'm just acting foolish."

"No, your not. You have every right to be this way."

He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, hoping she wouldn't shrug it off. Instead, she titled her head to the side, her cheek resting over his hand.

"I'm sorry; it just hurts to know that after today I'll never see you again."

"That's not rue! I'll have vacations, and every time I have off I'll apparate myself to you."

She chuckled, lifting her head and placing her hand over his still warming her shoulder.

"I'll be here waiting, like I always have."

She pulled her hand away, and walked ahead and away from him. She headed back to the Burrow, felling the ice and fear that was seconds ago covered by his warm and safe touch. She fought her tears, and soon disappeared inside the house. As for Ron, he watched painfully, fighting tears of his very own. He wasn't sure why she so upset with him leaving, he'd be coming back often and he'd be with her. Yet, with a distant aching feeling, he knew this was something else. In the worst way possible, he knew it too. He sighed, his head down, and walked towards his home.

Once inside, he ignored the laughing faces, the talks of Harry and his defeat with the one and only Hermione Granger, and headed up to his room. He walked in, and closed the door behind him. He lifted his head up, and to his sudden shock he saw the face he was sure he'd today would ever see again.

"I don't expect you to stay just because of me. Instead, we can just look at our past and cherish those memories."

"But Luna, I am going to see you again!"

She sighed, forcing a small smirk.

"And I'm sure you'll be with some famous blonde fan girl, or at least 2 at that account."

"Bloody hell Luna! I wouldn't do that to you!" he bellowed, red and angry to hear her say such a thing.

"I'm sorry Ronald, but it always happened to those other Qudditch celebrities. My dad writes articles on them almost every day. I'm sure you'll be in there soon."

"Well, I'm not one of them Luna. There's only I fan girl I'll forever need, and that's you."

Luna smiled, Ron seeing the happy Luna cheer fill her smile. She ran towards him, and planted a kiss furiously on his lips. Suddenly, those three words came to Ron's mind, and his heart never seemed so ready to day them.

"I love you."

She pulled away, still holding on to him. She smiled brightly, and kissed him again.

"I love you too."

They pulled apart, and Luna walked over to his bed. She bent down and went under his bed.

"Luna?" Ron asked, confused by her sudden action.

She finally crawled back out, holding what appeared to be a faded away photo album.

"This is for us."

"A photo album?"

She laughed, and all Ron could do was laugh.

"NO silly, it's a keepsake box."

"Oh, I see now."

Ron walked over, and together they took a seat on his bed. He cuddled with her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She rested her head on his shoulder, and removed the box lid.

"Now we begin."

"From the beginning?"

She laughed again, Ron finding me to be very peaceful as she reached up to kiss him lightly on the lips before resting her head back on his shoulder.

"Yes Ronald, this is the story of us. Something for you to keep in your thoughts while out in the world, playing Qudditch."

He smiled, a single tear rolling down his cheek before both of them sighed in hope and pulled out the first thing in the box.