Harry was drunk now and everything had adopted that beautiful haze of inebriation. Certain moments appeared in slow motion all the while everything else sped up around him - like the way that Luna leaned towards him and he could see exactly down her shirt, he could see the creamy skin of the swell of her breasts covered just so by sheer fabric. His heartbeat sounded methodical and loud in his ears and he could feel the rush of blood in his ears, all the while the rest of the world spun on by him.

"What're you thinking of?" Luna's musical voice broke into his thoughts and Harry had an instant of clarity in which he could consider: was it that she had always been musical and lilting, or was it that she was suddenly so beautiful and sitting before him? He decided that he didn't care.

"I'm thinking about the fact that Dean Thomas thinks that I am a worthless piece of shit," he announced and Luna cocked a single, perfect eyebrow. "Because he left assuming that I was going to try to get into your pants, as the Americans would say."

"Are you?"

Harry laughed and brought his pint glass to his lips, drinking swiftly. He shrugged his shoulders. "You have to admit that it's kind of ridiculous that we saw each other here."

Luna smiled. "Escapism at it's finest, don't you think?" She slid closer to him. Harry drew in a breath, unable to contain himself.

"I have to know. What happened?" Harry motioned towards Luna, towards her body, and for the first time in months, felt like the dickhead that he had become. Luna pursed her lips and sidled up to him, hip flush to hip and she leaned in, whispering.

"What do you mean, Harry?"

"You're just… you're really…"

"Really what?"

"Sexy. Beautiful. Ah, fuck."

Luna smirked and shrugged. "I suppose that's true." Harry turned to look at her, full on.

"You're different though. I don't know how. You've changed."

"Haven't we all?"

Harry shrugged and leaned his head back against the booth, closing his eyes. If he had been a more secure man, he could have admitted that he was freaking out - near on the verge of panic.

Luna studied him, wondering whether she would be taking advantage of Harry Potter in his intoxicated state. Regardless, she had already made her decision.

"You think that I'm sexy?"

Harry opened his eyes and looked at her, studying her face before allowing his gaze to drop to her chest again. "Yeah, of course I do."

"Look at me, Harry."

Reluctantly, he lifted his gaze, meeting Luna's gaze for just a moment before she leaned in and kissed him, sucking his bottom lip between hers and grazing it just so she was on this side of pain before breaking their connection.

"May I come home with you tonight?"