A/N: Normally I don't read or write Harry/Luna fan fictions, but when I joined a writing contest I was assigned this ship. So I spent the good part of a week trying to think of anyway in which Harry and Luna would end up or be together, as it was so unlikely a match. Finally an idea came to me! And it was a good idea! So I decided to run with it and so here my very first and most likely only Harry/Luna fan fiction. Rated M for mature. HBP spoiler's heavily present.


Luna woke up in a haze. It took her a few minutes to remember where she was. She looked around at the heavy red velvet curtains surrounding her, keeping her warm. Scenes from last night slowly returned to her. She remembered walking into him on her way to her common room. He was staring blankly at a statue of a gargoyle.

She looked over at the sleeping boy next to her. He was snoring lightly. It made her want to laugh. He made amusing sounds. Especially last night. She had known not to laugh then, too. She watched a piece of his hair fall onto his face. She resisted the urge not to tuck it back. She hadn't resisted last night. But then that's how she ended up here. In his bed. With him. He had been upset. She had tried to comfort him.

Luna wondered if the other boys in his dorm had heard them, or if they'd gone to another dorm to bunk. She didn't much care one way or another, but she doubted Harry would like it if they'd stayed. She shivered as she pushed the curtains gently aside, letting some cool air in as she did. Everything was quiet. Luna wrapped a sheet around her and poured herself a glass of water. She wanted to be gone before he woke. She knew he would regret last night, and would be ashamed of himself for letting it go so far. He had a temper. She had seen it that night they raided the ministry, though if she hadn't it was still vivid in the fire behind his emerald green eyes.

Dumbledore had been there that night, she remembered idly. She liked Dumbledore. He was always kind, polite. He subscribed to her fathers magazine, and would sometimes write letters to the Editor. She could see why Harry would miss him so.

Many people seemed to die in Harry's life; Luna ticked off names on her fingers: his parents, Cedric, his friend Stubby (Sirius she thought he had called him), and now Dumbledore. That's five people in just seventeen years whose deaths he had been present. She remembered comforting him last year. It hadn't ended like this.

The sun was beginning to rise. She should probably be leaving soon, she thought. She looked around for her robes, finding them in a pile by the door. She remembered his hands in them, him pushing her against the wall, eager. His hot breathe on her neck, his lips on hers as her robes were quickly discarded and he carried her to his bed.

She put her robes back on silently and placed an unwrinkling charm on the so she wouldn't have to walk out looking so disheveled. She wondered if she should leave a note for him-he had been so nice, so gentle. He kept asking her if it felt good, if he was hurting her. He seemed to think he was her first. She didn't correct him.

She felt slightly dirty knowing she had let herself be taken advantage. She slipped quietly out of the dorm without a note. She walked quietly down the stairs and through the common room keeping her head down. She could see Ginny Weasley glaring at her from the corner of her eye. She was sitting with her brother Ron and Hermione Granger. She didn't stop, didn't turn to look. She wasn't in the mood for a confrontation.

She walked slowly back to her dorm, glad that it was so early. She didn't want to talk to anyone right now. She stopped only at the tapestry into the Ravenclaw common room to say the password (Flibbertigibbet) and then retreated to her dorm. She drew herself a bath and grabbed the latest copy of The Quibbler. She stripped herself swiftly and stepped into the steaming tub. She scrubbed herself raw before eventually succumbing to the heat. Laying back she tried hard to relax, tried hard to forget how much she had wanted last night to happen.

Maybe under better circumstances, or had they met earlier…

Luna didn't want to admit to herself what she knew to be true. She cared for him. She cared for him deeply. He cared for Ginny Weasley. He had called her Ginny at some point in the night, right before he fell asleep. He was leaning on his side, facing her. She was facing him. His eyes were closing. He brushed hair off of her face and told her he loved her. Her eyes had widened enormously, hopefully, but then he had called her Ginny. She hoped he didn't remember. She didn't want him to know the embarrassment, the hurt that she had felt when he had called her that.

The bath was beginning to cool. Luna lifted the plug. She watched the water drain. There was something oddly soothing about watching the dirty water swirl around to be swallowed whole by a mass of gurgling pipes. She shivered as the air contacted her pale, damp skin. She reached for a downy sapphire blue towel. She wrapped it tight around her and looked in the mirror. Two large brown eyes stared back at her. She had a bruise on her neck. Love bite, she thought. Crap.

She put on a clean set of robes and tied her hair back. She found a scarf and tied it around her neck. It had strawberries and boots on it. She looked mournfully at her bag. There was no need to take it. Classes had been canceled. She decided to take her collecting tin with her to breakfast. At least that way she could do something useful. Raising money to help endangered creatures like the snorklepuff usually cheered her up.

She put the tin in her pocket. She walked through her dorm and out the common room. She ignored her roommates when they said good morning. Naturally they hadn't realized she was missing all night. The halls were beginning to crowd as students woke up and noticed their hunger. Luna paid little attention to where she was going. She knew the way. She had attended the school six years, had she not? Of course this truth worked against her as she found herself now staring directly at the hideous gargoyle statue in front of the late Headmaster's office.

She could see him there, last night. She had walked up to him, to see if he was alright. She remembered the manic lust in his eyes when he turned to her. It frightened her. She bit her lip. He just stood there. She pushed some hair out of his eyes. He kissed her. She kissed him back. He pushed against her and she gasped. He leaned in and whispered to go somewhere more private. She was breathing heavy. She couldn't answer. He picked her up as though to carry her over the threshold on their wedding day. He held her the whole way to his common room, up the stairs, and into his dorm. He placed her gently on the bed and stood back. For a minute he just looked at her, as though not sure what to do. She was confused. He sat next to her. He asked if it was okay. She nodded.

She was at the Great Hall now. She opened the large doors and walked in. A few heads turned to look at her but then that was normal. She sat at the end of the Ravenclaw table and poured herself some pumpkin juice. She looked over to the Gryffindor table. He was staring at her. His eyes narrowed. A chill ran down her spine. He was rejecting her, telling her last night was just a mistake. She got up quickly and left the table. She didn't want him to see the tears streaming down her face.


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