DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry Potter, I'd be writing a book, not a fanfiction.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one's not the best, in my opinion, but I wrote it at 3 AM, so...yeah.
Husband-stealer.
Slut.
Whore.
Cheat.
And oh so many more names were thrown at Luna on a regular basis, ever since that fateful time.
She couldn't really figure out where it started, thinking back on it, but she didn't even care, all that mattered was that it happened, and she finally had him.
She had loved Harry since she first met him really, he had seemed…special.
She had always hoped that he would leave Ginny for her, but, when it happened, she was stunned, she had absolutely no idea why he did it, or what caused it, or anything. Everybody else was the same, although they didn't really welcome it.
Luna lost a lot of friends due to it, now she really only talked to Hermione and Ron, and Harry of course. Harry's kids were slowly warming up to her, and her own kids had been expecting her to get a boyfriend, their dad quickly got together after the divorce years ago, but weren't sure what to think when they heard it was Harry.
And, of course, the media went crazy, "Chosen One Leaves Wife for Blonde Classmate", "The-Boy-Who-Lived Breaks up Family for Lovegood Girl", "Potter Prefers Blondes Over Redheads?" were all examples of articles, some professional, others…not so much. Luna never understood one thing though, why did they care so much about her hair? It's not like it was special, or anything.
But all of those thoughts floated away when she was in bed with him, his lips on hers, his hands moving all over her body, slowly, carefully, lovingly. And her brain just outright stopped when his lips broke off, kissing down her neck, then her shoulders…
Lower…
Her chest…
Even lower…
Her stomach…
And he kept going lower, which would always cause her to scream out his name.
