"Dance with me," Luna hums out as she put Ron's hand on her hip. He couldn't help but stare at her, the girl was mad wanting to dance here in the forbidden forest, in front what she called Threstrals. He, of course, didn't see them. She told him it was because he hadn't seen death, but he couldn't help but wonder what was really going through the girl's mind as she gazed at him blankly. "It will be rather fun."

"There's no music," He answered, looking around the clearing. He had never danced without music before, had only danced once before and he really didn't count that as dancing, seeing as how it was with Professor McGonagall.

"That's fine." Luna answered softly. Ron couldn't help but wonder what it was about the girl that held his interest. Maybe it was because she didn't find the things that Hermione and Ginny found so utterly disgusting, the way that Ron ate. The fact that, as Hermione had put it so bluntly, he did have the emotional range of a teaspoon, and yet, Luna loved him anyway for it. She embraced it with open arms as if that was simply what made Ron himself.

"We can't dance without music." Ron laughed, looking at her in shock.

"We can," Luna answers softly, placing her head on Ron's shoulder. He was nervous and could only hope Luna couldn't feel him shaking beneath her head. "Just close your eyes." She whispers into his ear. "The music, it surrounds us."

Ron couldn't help but doubt Luna, but did as he was told, closing his eyes and listening to the sounds around him. The crunching of the leaves was the first noise he heard. Quickly, his ears picked up the song that the birds were singing. The fairies resting in a local bush let off their high pitched squeals as they communicated amongst themselves, giving the music Ron was starting to hear a beautiful soprano touch. He tried to focus harder as he listened to the pitter patter of the squirrels playing in the trees, causing the occasional nut to fall down and crash onto the leaves as a bullfrog in the distance gave a familiar bass-like croak.

"I hear it!" Ron exclaimed, opening his eyes in shock. "I hear the music!"

Luna smiled a satisfied smile as she patted her hand on his back. "I told you." She whispers softly. "Now dance with me Ronald."

He couldn't explain what had overcome him as he danced with Luna exactly as Professor McGonagall had taught him.

"One two three. One two three. One two three." He whispers under his breath as he led Luna along their leaf covered dance floor. Picking her up, he spun her around as Viktor had done with Hermione, causing Luna to squeal out in delight.

"See," She laughed, stopping their dance as she looked out at the sun shining down through the tree line. "I told you. The music is in your head." She smiles, tossing a piece of meat from her satchel out into the sunlight.

Ron watched with curiosity as the meat disappeared, causing his eyes to go wide. "What the bloody hell was that!" He exclaims, unable to take his eyes off of the spot where the meat had disappeared.

"Why a threstral of course." Luna answers, as if Ron were supposed to have known that. "They really are quite gentle creatures. I wish I could show you one."

Ron nods, his eyes still wide as he stared at the spot on the ground. "Uh huh." He whimpers in fear.

"They do look rather odd though." She says, hoping she can explain them to him, since she couldn't show him. "They are oftentimes misunderstood." She says, thinking about it. "About like I would imagine you feel Ronald." She continues boldly.

"Misunderstood?" Ron asks, looking at the girl offended. "How am I misunderstood."

"Well," Luna answers, thinking about it as she threw another piece of meat out of her satchel. "Think about it. Being the youngest Weasley boy, I can see as to where your views don't get seen very much by others. Normally, they just see you as silly." Ron listened carefully as she continued. "And you really weren't the first at anything. Your brothers have all been in Quidditch or Prefects. I can see where it is hard." She says softly, "That makes you misunderstood to the world. To them you are just sloppy, inconsiderate Ronald."

Ron looked at the girl, the same girl who he had tried to deny his feelings for, her only being Looney Luna Lovegood. The same girl who he couldn't keep off of his mind. The way she looked at him, the way she smelt like that familiar smell of honeysuckle in the summer sun. Something about her just brought him closer to her, despite how much he tried to fight it. "And you?" He asked nervously, "How do you see me?"

"You are Ronald, I suppose." She answered. "You are great at Quidditch and nothing like any of your brothers." She continues, unsure of what to say. "You are extraordinarily average." She says, nodding her head with the term before tilting it slightly. "Your eyes lit up, what are you thinking?" She asked, confused.

"I…" Ron bit his tongue, knowing it was too soon to say it but he had been holding in the feeling and he couldn't any longer. "I love you Luna." He says softly, blushing at his own words.

"I know. It's nice isn't it?" Luna answers, taking his hand. It didn't seem like much but for Ron, in that single moment, it was enough. She didn't have to answer back that she loved him too. For Ron, it was nice simply knowing that she knew how he felt. He sighed as he looked out into the sunlight with her.

"How many of them are there?" He asked, thinking about the Threstrals that she was feeding.

"Three," She answered softly, looking at the empty field, "Two grown ones and a baby. He can barely walk, you know. He's just now getting good on his feet."

Ron stood there and thought about it. Everybody had to start walking at some point, just as every story had a beginning. Leaving Luna standing there in the field alone, Ron allowed himself to drift off deeper into his mind and think about their beginning and the way the story had played out.