Luna watched Harry, smiling, and acknowledged that she had every intention of pursuing him. He was inching closer and closer towards drunk and she considered the fact that she was planning on seducing an inebriated person - was that wrong? The rational side of her screamed yes but every other part of her rebelled, reminding her that Harry Potter had been the sole center of her universe for her formative years and here he was, staring at her like she was beautiful and she felt empowered.

And his wedding ring was curiously gone, so there was that.

Rolf came back to the table and Luna felt tension knot into her shoulders and her mood dropped. Ever since the word "engaged" escaped his lips, Rolf had become another person. He was serious and he was constantly correcting Luna, attempting to lead her towards the status quo rather than let her fly on her own.

"Come on, Luna. I'm ready to go," he said darkly, like a sullen three year old who wasn't getting his way. Like a jealous child who hated the site of another playing with his toy. Because that's what he treated her as - his, a possession, and the fact that he couldn't secure an acceptance to his constant and unending proposals edged him closer to a tantrum with each passing day.

"Well, I'm not," she said lightly, smiling at Harry (who was still watching her) before turning her look to Rolf, towering over her. His face was set in hard, angry lines and the sight of his temper spurred her on. "I'm having a lovely time with Harry. If you're ready to go, go on then. I'm sure Harry will see me home later."

"Luna, come on. Let's go. I'm not joking around," Rolf growled.

"I believe the lady said that she wasn't ready to go," Harry said, a certain hard edge lacing his words. Rolf shot a nasty glare to Harry.

"Stay out of this, Potter. You should be home with your wife not sidling up to my fiancee," Rolf said, sneering.

"Fiancee?" Harry said at the same time Luna said -

"Rolf, I'm not going anywhere with you if you're going to speak to me like that and treat Harry with such disrespect. I think it's best that you go and we'll talk this over tomorrow," she said.

"Can I expect you at home tonight?"

Luna shook her head. "I'll be going to my home, and like I said - we'll talk later." She turned back to Harry, smiling.

Rolf stared at the two in disbelief before turning on his heel. "Fuck this," he growled under his breath and stormed out of the bar. Harry watched Luna with interest.

"Fiancee?"

Luna smiled brightly and shrugged. "Difference of opinions. But I don't want to talk about him anymore." Luna reached to their table and pulled another shot of whiskey to her lips, loving the burn of the liquid as it made its way to her belly. Liquid courage, she thought, and she turned to face Harry, suddenly serious. "I have a confession to make."

Harry raised his eyebrows in interest.

"Did you know that I was completely and madly in love with you all through out school?"