Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does.
Summary: A chance encounter leads Ron to question his marriage to Hermione for the first time…
Author's Note: I went furniture shopping with my mom the other day (my couch is in worse shape than Ron's) and I saw the saddest thing. Two people who obviously had dated in the past bumped into each other and they got to talking. Both the man and woman were very enthusiastic until the man's wife came up to ask "who's your friend?" Don't ask me why ('cause I don't know) but the idea of a Luna/Ron/Hermione fic popped into my mind and wouldn't pop out. So here it is.
The Loveseat
Chapter One
"Ron?"
"Yes, Hermione?"
"Could you come in here for moment?"
Sighing, Ron set down his toast and followed his wife's voice into their den.
"What is it?"
"Well I was just cleaning—"
"Cleaning?! It's Saturday!"
"Yes, I know that."
Ron shook his head and muttered something about how the room hadn't been dirty in the first place.
"Anyway, I was cleaning and I noticed something."
"What's that?"
"We need new furniture."
"Why? What's wrong with what we have?"
So saying, he turned to examine the sofa. The middle was sagging so much it actually touched the floor. He cocked his head fifteen degrees to the left, then to the right before turning back to his wife.
"Okay. I see your point."
And that was how Ron came to find himself shopping for couches on a Saturday afternoon. He had dutifully followed Hermione from shop to shop and given his opinion when asked, but every man had his limit and Ron was fast approaching his.
So when Hermione went off chatting excitedly with a woman about the pros and cons of Victorian furniture Ron decided to take a nap. He chose the manliest bed he could (the bed he selected was swathed with what Ron thought was a totally unreasonable amount of lilac lace but his exhaustion triumphed over his ego) and nodded off. He slept peacefully for a while but predictably, he was soon awakened. The wake-up call came, however, from the last person he'd expected.
"Ron? Ron Weasley?!"
Ron blearily opened his eyes. He was immediately confronted with a blur of bright blue eyes and bushy blonde hair. Frightened, Ron gave an undignified yelp and scrambled to the relative safety of other side of the bed. From his new perspective he could clearly make out the ethereal figure of Luna Lovegood.
"Luna? What are you doing here?"
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La Nanita