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Chapter 7

"Are you sure you're going to be all right Miss Lovegood?" The concierge asked while turning to leave them.

"Yes, of course. Mr. Longbottom is here just to talk. He won't be long." He watched her as she placed the Do not Disturb sign on the door knob and closed it.

"Miss Lovegood? That your real name or just one you picked for the night?"

Luna didn't answer that question. She just looked at Neville, taking in his disheveled appearance, waiting for his next comment.

"This is a very nice room Luna, very nice."

Neville leaned against the wall and almost stumbled to the floor, reorienting himself quickly. Luna could tell that he was very drunk. If it were anyone else she would have had security escort him out. But she knew that this wasn't Neville's normal behavior.

"I guess that this Rolf guy makes a very good living. I'm going to have to ask Hannah to pay him less."

"Neville…"

"I mean, it looks like he can afford this pretty expensive room and you right?" Neville stood over Luna, clutching her arm.

"Neville, you don't know what you're saying."

"What Luna? You're gonna say that it's none of my business? You're the one who came over to me at my party. You didn't have to, you could have ignored me. You have been since that night. I know, I've called and asked for you and you're not available. Maybe you're busy. Maybe you're ignoring me. "

Luna didn't answer. Neville came closer to her, close enough so she could feel his breath on her cheek.

"Maybe that's what you want right? For someone to dress up in a suit and tie, bring you out to fancy dinners and engagement parties so you can be displayed on some arm."

Luna looked up at him. Even drunk, Neville was thoughtful enough to brush his teeth and rinse out his mouth with peppermint mouth rinse. Even drunk, Neville couldn't hide the hurt and longing that showed through his eyes, the same look of longing he had when they first met. He reached out and pulled a strand of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. Luna ached inside for him. She closed her own eyes, hoping that Neville would stop hurting. Instead, she felt Neville press his mouth on hers, ever so gently kissing her lips, like he was afraid he was going to break her. He moved his mouth onto her neck, into the hollow of her throat. He put one hand under her chin, while kissing her cheekbone, murmuring her name. She sighed. Neville pressed his hand between her legs, cupping her, all the while asking questions.

"Does Rolf do this to you?"

"Does he kiss you like this?"

"Does he make you feel like this?"

Luna knew better then to answer. She placed her hands on his shoulders, letting him pull open her front, nuzzling her soft curves. He was still asking questions even though she couldn't hear all of them while he carried her over to the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist, placing small kisses to her face, her hair, her neck. He laid her down, unfastening her bra and shedding his jacket. He continued to ask about her relationship with Rolf. About how they were in bed. About what she wanted from Rolf. Luna didn't react to a single one until the last one.

"Is this on my bill or Rolf's?"

Luna placed a hand on Neville's mouth. He felt instantly ashamed. This wasn't fair to her. He was the one who insisted on coming in tonight. Neville pushed himself with difficulty off her and went over to the window, placing his arms on the frame. He leaned his forehead into the glass, glad for its coolness. It was getting dark outside. He opened the window a little bit to let in some air, hoping to clear his mind. He could hear a few people talking near the footpath leading down to the river. A little music was playing in the background. He could see his reflection, tired, more tired than he had ever felt before. Unshaven, unkempt, his tie and shirt askew. The total opposite of Rolf, he was sure. Rolf with his perfectly coiffed hair, his good looks. He wasn't sure if he was imagining what was going on in this room, wasn't sure if he was dreaming and that soon he was going to wake up. To his real life. He hung onto the wall, lurching a little. Luna watched him, waiting for him to say something.

"Are you real Luna?" I'm so drunk I don't even know what I'm asking.

"What do you mean Neville?"

"I mean, are you real? Or did I just imagine you to get through each day?"

Luna sat up, looking over at him. Neville was still staring out the window, looking into the darkness. She had forgotten how there was really no one out there for him, making sure that his interests were looked after.

"I'm real Neville. I'm right here. Please, come over." Her voice was gentle, filled with promise.

Neville sat next to her on the bed, looking down at his hands. Luna took the one that had the injury and examined it. "Is it going to be all right?"

"I don't think I'm going to need any stitches, thanks to you being there."

Luna continued to hold his hand. It was very large with calluses. Probably why the cut wasn't deeper. She trailed a finger down his lifeline. Neville shivered. She bent her head down and kissed his injury, placing her cheek in his palm. Neville slid down to the floor, tired. It had been a long day, filled with anxiety. Neville wished that he hadn't come here for he was edgy, tight with anticipation, with Luna sitting there so close to him. He tilted his head back, looking up at her. She was so beautiful he thought. Her silvery eyes looked into his knowingly. She bent down and kissed him. He could never get enough of her lips. Neville responded, running his tongue up to meet hers, darting in and out of his mouth. Neville reached up to touch her cheek and stroked her hair. Still as soft as he remembered. He brushed back the curls while Luna continued to kiss him. Neville breathed her in, deepening his kiss, biting her lip and wanting to taste more. He knelt down in front of the bed and pushed her back down, leaving her legs over the edge. He pulled off her thigh high socks, running a hand on her smooth creamy skin, followed by his mouth, leaving a trail of wet kisses, listening to Luna breathing. Her skin was soft, smelling faintly of strawberries and honey. He lifted her skirt and removed the underpants. All lace this time, cream colored. He pulled them down and spread her legs. He looked down at her pink folds, wet and swollen. He placed his tongue on them and licked. Salt again. Luna moaned. Neville placed his hands on her thighs, keeping her legs apart and continued to work on her, moving his tongue up to her center.

"Neville don't stop, don't stop."

"I won't sweetheart. Shhh…."

Neville couldn't hear what else Luna said as her legs clenched around him. He put his tongue back on her then replaced it with his fingers. Luna gasped, than clung to him, groaning. Grabbing his head, panting, murmuring his name. Neville was very glad that he didn't get the haircut his grandmother wanted, or else he wouldn't have felt the pulling of Luna's fingers on his hair as she tensed her thighs around his head, gasping for breath and rocking up and down.

Neville felt the wetness change a little. He knew she was close. He placed his fingers back on her, rubbing her hard and fast as Luna started to cry out.

"Don't stop, don't stop!"

She moaned and writhed around, tightness releasing through her body. Neville watched as she panted, arching her back up and down, crying out his name as she finished. Luna pushed herself against Neville, as if she wanted to be inside his skin. He moved up to kiss her gently, feeling her breath on him, still rubbing his hand between her legs as Luna turned to him moaning, her body relaxed. She placed her arms around his waist, running her hands along his back, clinging to him. Neville repositioned her skirt, than pulled her on top of him, letting her head fall on his chest, moving his hands to her bottom.

Neither of them said anything. Luna listened to his heart beating, slow and steady. Neville listened to Luna breathing. Even that sounded sweet. For a few minutes, everything felt right to Neville. He was exactly where he wanted to be, with the one person who calmed him down. Made him feel necessary.

"Do you want me to stay the night?" he asked hopefully.

No answer. Neville thought maybe she had fallen asleep.

"I don't think so."

Neville pushed Luna's head up and stared into her face. Luna was serene, looking at him.

"You don't think so?"

"I think you need to be at your home. Don't you?"

"Hannah is going to be gone until morning. So is Rolf. I heard them say so."

"I think you've had enough for one night."

"I'm not drunk."

Luna didn't answer. She just lay her head back down on his chest. Frustrated, Neville ran a hand through his hair, ready to tear it out. Didn't she just scream out his name as she came, clutching onto him, her legs wrapped around his body?

"Don't you want me to stay?"

Luna turned to look at him, her eyes shining. She licked her upper lip, making Neville want to run his finger on it, to touch her again.

"No, I don't want you to stay."