Luna grinned as she felt Harry's reaction to her and silently applauded herself, proud of how confident she had become and filled with giddy excitement at the thought of finally experiencing something forbidden and exciting and perhaps wrong.

"Luna," he whispered, voice husky and low, and she raised her eyebrows at him, waiting. "I'm still married."

Luna nodded and shrugged. "And your ring magically disappeared at the bar. I'm guessing something is going on there and to be fair, I still have a… a Rolf."

"It isn't working between us - with me and Ginny," he stammered and Luna shook her head.

"I don't want to know. I don't care. For the first time in my life, I want to do something dangerous. I've always been good and I've always made the right decisions," she said, and stepped back from Harry. She ran her hands down the sides of her silky dress, midnight blue to match the depths of the color of her eyes and she watched him, serious. "I want to take a risk. Harry, we survived something horrifying and now - I want to have fun." She watched him and smiled softly, his eyes were travelling up and down the length of her body and once again, she felt incredibly beautiful. "Do you want me, Harry? If you say no, you can leave and I will never mention this night again."

Harry watched her, eyes drawn to her face, and Luna studied him as an internal war broke out across his expression. She knew he was battling between what he wanted - her, or perhaps just some night of distraction from whatever - and what was right. But she desperately hoped that he wanted her specifically but even if this ended up being a single night together, she was going to enjoy it.

"I'm fucked up, Luna," he whispered, voice hoarse and she shrugged.

"Aren't we all fucked up?" She asked and reached around her back, finding the zipper that held her dress on and pulled on it, slowly, feeling the material loosen and she shrugged out from under the straps and let it fall, pooling around her heels. Harry paled. Luna shook out her curls and stepped towards him, delicately stepping out of the material of her dress until she reached him. He stared at her face for a moment before his gaze dropped, taking in her lacy bra and panties, the exact shade of her dress but far more sheer.

"I don't know if I can do anything right by you," he whispered again and lifted a hand, running the backs of his fingers down her shoulder, lightly caressing the side of her breast and she shivered, skin breaking out into bumps at his touch.

"I'm not asking you to do anything heroic," she responded and his eyes snapped towards her face, jaw tightening.

"You're beautiful," he said and she smiled at him.