Sensible
Part 2
Lune Lovegood wasn't sensible in the classical way. She believed in wrackspurts, Crumple Horned Snorkacks, and plimpies. She believed everyone had good inside, and fairytales were real. But she also knew that life wasn't perfect, that kindness counted, and every life mattered. But beyond that, she knew that Harry and Hermione had something different than anyone else could ever have, she knew that Ron saw the same things as she did. And she knew it killed him a little every time.
The red headed boy was sitting alone on the roof, running his hands through his hair. Luna wondered why his hair was so vibrantly red, and how his eyes were so shockingly blue. As she approached, she wondered why he was on the roof in the first place. It was raining, after all.
"Ron? Why are you on the roof?" He spun around, his hand on his wand. Seeing it was only Luna, harmless Luna, he sighed.
"Because. I like roofs," He muttered, turning back around. The ethereal blonde knew he was lying.
"Tell me the truth, Ron. No one ever does, except you and Harry," Ron smiled to himself. There was Luna, with her uncanny ability to be honest in the strangest of moments.
"Because of Harry and Hermione, in the Common Room. Laughing. Without me. And it's raining, and it helps," He responded. She nodded, and walked up beside him. His hair was plastered to his face, and the rain was mixing with the tears that she knew were there.
"Ron, when my mum died, I liked to stand in the rain too. I liked the sound, and the smell. I loved how it made me cold. Being cold helps, doesn't it?" She was talking in that tone, the one that sounded as though she was somewhere else, somewhere better. But she was dragging herself away to be with you. Ron liked that voice. He turned to her, and nodded.
"Luna…what does it feel like, when you hurt inside? I mean, you. What do you do, to keep from falling apart?" His eyes were desperate as she looked at them. But so very blue at the same time. Luna wondered if one could keep an ocean in their eyes.
"Well…I just go away. In my head…I go to people who matter to me. I pretend we're all together," Ron nodded, "And sometimes, I'm just with you." He started. Her eyes were very distant then, and he found that he sort of liked how pale turquoise they were.
"Oh…" He said, unsure of what to say. But Luna just smiled at him, and he felt a new feeling. When Hermione smiled at him, it was a nervous rush. It made him stumble over his words, and become tactless. But Luna's smile only made his stomach jump in pleasure, and made his words flow easily, and suddenly he was telling her everything. And she just stood there, in the pouring rain, and listened, nodding and sometimes uttering a 'hmm' or an 'oh'. When he'd finally finished, she stood there, staring at him, looking through him almost. And then she flung her arms around him, and Ron smiled slightly, because these were the things that Luna did. So he hugged her back, and they stood like that for the longest time.
"Ron, you can always talk to me you know," She murmured as they walked through the halls, her hand firmly in his. A lifeline. Not just for Ron, but for her too.
"Yeah, I know. And you can always talk to me, when imagining me isn't enough," Realizing what he'd just said, he rushed to apologize, but Luna's tinkling laugh interrupted him.
"Oh Ron, I love you sometimes," She laughed before letting go of his hand, and disappearing into the Ravenclaw tower.
"Yeah…I love you sometimes too…" He whispered after her.
So maybe love wasn't always sensible, but neither were Ron and Luna. And that's just how it was.
I'm not sure why I made this Ron/Luna, but it went well. No real time frame for it...it's just there...sometime after Harry and Hermione's kiss in the previous chapter, I guess. Anyway, review it, for the sake of Luna's wrackspurts!
-dizzylizzy13
