Author's Notes: Done for the 10 Pairings Challenge, where I picked a character (Luna Lovegood) and received ten random guys to pair her with. Trust me; there are some on this list whom I wouldn't have chosen. But first, Harry, whom I totally would have.


Harry was wearing a rather forced smile as he listened to the Very Important Wizard blather on, trying to get Harry to agree to appear in butterbeer advertisements. The fact that Harry had declined three times already did not seem to dissuade him.

Luna quirked her head, noticed Harry's expression and grabbed his hand, smiling vaguely at the other man. "Excuse me, but the hostess needs to see Harry for a moment."

"Ah, of course. Well, Mr. Potter, do think it over—"

Harry waved vaguely as Luna pulled him into the crowd of other Very Important Witches and Wizards, all of whom were wearing dress robes and chattering to each other. Harry leaned over to Luna and, out of the corner of his mouth, asked, "Does Hermione actually need to see me?"

"No. I was just worried that you were about to have an incurionniption ."

"A what?"

"A sort of mental fit that you can get from extreme, unending boredom."

Harry snorted. He wanted to ask if she was joking, but then decided that it would be funnier if he didn't know.

Ron appeared out of the crowd, grabbing a finger sandwich from a passing waiter. "Wotcher, mates," he said. "How are you?"

"I'm about to have an incurionniption," Harry said dully.

"Yeah, this place is a bit boring, isn't it?" Ron said, even though he was smirking. Ever since the final battle, Ron had become almost as much of a celebrity as Harry himself; Harry couldn't help but notice that he seemed to enjoy finally getting attention. "Still, Hermione says we've made a ton of gold tonight—I think she's planning to just buy up all the house-elves in the country and be done with it."

"It's not that I'm against helping house-elves," Harry muttered. "But I hate coming to these fancy parties. I feel phony, just smiling and telling people how much I support spew."

"We have got to get her to change that name."

"Even when Hermione is doing good things, she can have a bit of a one-track mind sometimes," Luna said suddenly. "If she wanted your help, she should have come up with a charity event that you would enjoy more."

"Yeah, like a reenactment of You-Know-Who's defeat," Ron said, grinning.

"I was thinking a Quidditch match, myself. Oh, no—"

Another Very Important Wizard was making his way determinedly toward Harry.

"I'll take this one for you," Ron muttered, and marched toward the man, hand outstretched. "Hello, there! Ron Weasley, lucky enough to be dating our lovely hostess—"

Luna was still holding Harry's hand. "Come on," she said, and she seemed to almost glide through the crowd with him stumbling behind her.

Somehow they managed to reach the backdoor without being intercepted, and slipped out into the yard.

The S.P.E.W. gala was being held at an old mansion; it used to belong to some old and storied Pureblood family, but was now rented out for weddings and other fancy parties. It had a lovely garden: fenced in with tall hedges, it was filled with magical flowers that swayed softly in the moonlight. Live fairies flew through the air or sat primping themselves on the greenery, twinkling like hundreds of multicolored stars.

Harry and Luna took a few steps down the garden's cobblestone path, their hands still held together. They could hear the sound of the party going on inside, but it was a dull buzz in the nocturnal quiet. "This is nice, isn't it?" Luna said, glancing around.

"Yes," Harry breathed. "Or at least, I enjoy it better than in there." He nodded back toward the manor.

He suddenly chuckled. She looked curiously at him. "Do you remember the Yule Ball?"

"I didn't go, remember? I was a year too young. Besides, I didn't want to stay at school and leave Dad all alone during the holidays."

"Well, you didn't miss much. This just reminded me—back then, our dates ditched us, and Ron and I wound up leaving the Great Hall to walk around the grounds."

"Yes, I remember Padma Patel telling me about that," she said conversationally. "She said that you two wouldn't dance with her or her sister, so they found some boys who would."

Harry shrugged. "I don't like to dance. I had to help open the ball, and I probably looked like an idiot, up there in front of everybody."

"I like to dance," Luna said vaguely. She glanced at him with a small smile. "How do you feel about dancing when no one else is around?"

He gave a wry smile. "Well, I don't want to look like an idiot in front of you, either."

"Please?"

She took his hand, still in hers, and placed it on her shoulder; she took the other and placed it on her waist. Their eyes met. Harry gave a nervous smile. "You're serious?" he said, but it wasn't really a question. "We don't have any music."

Still smiling, Luna rested her head on Harry's shoulder and began to hum; he almost burst out laughing. "Alright, then. I'll give it a try."

They began to dance, but that was being a bit generous; it was more like they shuffled their feet on the cobblestone, turning in a circle, neither one of them actually leading. But Luna was holding herself against him and her long hair was tickling his chin and even though his cheeks were burning Harry couldn't help but feel strangely serene. After a few rotations he inevitably stepped on her foot and winced; she laughed, however, like a quiet, tinkering bell, and before Harry knew it he was laughing too, and she lifted her head and met his eye once again.

"This is lovely, isn't it?"

"Yes, I…"

Harry trailed off, distracted by the way that the moonlight was reflecting off of Luna's pale face, or the way that a passing fairy's light made her eyes sparkle up at him.

Harry drew Luna closer, their lips about to touch—

"Oh, we found them, Hermione! But can it wait? It looks like they're busy."

Harry looked up, startled, to see Ginny and Hermione standing in the doorway of the mansion. Hermione looked suitably embarrassed, but Ginny was smirking. Harry was suddenly very aware of the fact that he had Luna in his arms with their faces noses about a millimeter apart. His cheeks began to burn again.

"What are you two—never mind," Hermione said, shaking her head. "Come on, Ginny."

"No, I want see where this is going!"

"Come on—"

She dragged Ginny back into the house, leaving Luna and Harry alone once again.

As Harry sputtered in embarrassment, Luna simply turned his face towards him and asked, "Where were we?"

Harry chuckled, still looking sheepish as he pressed his grinning lips against hers.


A/N: In an AU where she and Harry were never interested in each other, Ginny would be the #1 Huna shipper, full stop.