Here is a piece I wrote about a year ago that I thought was rather cute.
How did that prat get a girl like her? Luna is simply a wonderful friend—odd in a strangely perfect way. Why she settled for someone like Ron is something I'll never know.
It's not like she hadn't had opportunities. That summer she'd had a fling with a Muggle from St. Ottery Catchpole, and she went on the first Hogsmeade trip this year with Neville. Both informed me they had a lovely time, but both left it at that; they went back to being friends.
And it's not as if she's Ron's typical cast either. He'd been off-and-on with Lavender for much too long after Hermione decided she didn't want to be with him anymore. Yet here was: asking out Luna.
"Just spare me the details," I begged when my brother told me about his date
Ron grinned. "Oh, don't worry, sis. I'll be sure to get good and gory when I tell you it all."
I sighed. "Well as long as that's settled…"
. . .
A week passed.
An entire week passed and neither of them had said anything. Hermione hadn't heard a word either. I asked Harry, but he just said it was for the best that they weren't telling the rest of us anything since we probably did not want to know anyway. Some help he is. I don't want those kind of mental pictures of my brother and Luna.
"So Luna," I said during our free period one day while we were both in my common room "You and Ron went to a movie on Saturday."
Luna looked up from her essay and smiled. "Yes, we did. It was simply wonderful. Muggles have the most brilliant of imaginations."
This was coming from the girl who goes on holiday looked for Snorclax.
"Yeah," I agreed. "You know, Ron promised to give me every bloody detail of you two's, um, involvement."
Luna turned a bit red. "Interesting," she said. "You are his sister. I suppose he would tell you."
I let out a sigh of exasperation. "But he hasn't told me anything! I asked him where those very passionate stories were and he said there weren't any. He said that you two haven't even kissed. When I asked him if you did anything, he gave me this little smile and said you'd held hands."
A small expression crept onto Luna's face.
"Not you too!" I huffed. "I really don't want to see that look again. It says I'm missing something, but I'm not missing anything. I'm so confused."
Luna's smile grew as she moved so she sat directly to my right. "That's because," she said, scooting closer to me, "he held my hand like this."
She grasped my right hand in hers as her left arm went over my shoulders. Luna motioned with her head so I hesitantly lifted my hand. From its position around my neck, her hand reached for that one too.
I was speechless. Ron and Luna hadn't even kissed yet, but just imagining this with Harry… It seemed so much sweeter and yet intimate, but I wouldn't imagine it not being followed by even a chaste kiss.
"You're so strange," I told her as we unhooked.
She gave me that little smile again. "I know."