For the Shipping Shuffle Competition:

Ron/Luna

Feels Good to Be Me- Kid Rock ft. Uncle Kracker

R&R!


The whispers and stares followed Luna around as she walked through school with her giant Gryffindor hat. From what she could hear, they all that she was insane.

She didn't care.

"Luna?" A voice called from behind her. It was Ronald Weasley, best friend of Harry Potter, arrogant bastard, and the love of Luna's life.

"Hello, Ron." She said politely. Just because she was in love with him didn't mean she would go throwing herself at him. It just wasn't her. Besides, that's what all the other girls did. They all thought he was wonderful because he was the best friend of Harry Potter, wasn't bad looking, and was single. Who wouldn't want that?

But Luna wasn't like most other girls. She may have liked Ron, but she hated him at the same time. He was cruel, oftentimes, and he wouldn't ever say things to her face. If he didn't like something, she preferred to hear it directly. The whispers and the stares were just downright rude.

"Um, I like your hat, Luna." He looked like he was trying not to laugh.

Of course. There's that stupid attitude again. He's no better than any of those girls who say one thing to your face and another behind your back.

"If you don't like it, Ronald, just tell the truth. I don't like people lying to my face," she said coldly.

"W-what, but-" he spluttered, but she quickly interrupted him. She was through with his mindless gossip. He needed to be brought down a peg.

"I'm sick of your lies, Ronald," she said calmly. She wasn't angry. She wouldn't let his arrogance ruin a nice day for her. She was excited for the Quidditch match, and she wouldn't let Ronald Weasley ruin that for her. "I'm happy the way I am. You don't have to like me. I don't care either way. Nothing you do or say will make me feel bad about myself. So just stop trying." With that, she began to turn away.

"No, Luna, honestly, I actually like the hat. It's a really good bit of magic. I'm not lying to your face. I don't like hearing the gossip those mean girls spread about you, and I- well I really don't like it when they call you Loony because you're a great person. And, I really like you, Luna. You're a great friend." He swallowed nervously, running a hand through his hair. "And, well, maybe I like you a bit too much... But, what I actually wanted to ask you was, well, um... willyougotoHogsmeadewithme?" He let out in a rush, thoroughly confusing Luna.

"Did you... did you say 'Hogsmeade' somewhere in that string of words?" Luna asked slowly, beginning to smile slowly. "Ronald Weasley, did you just ask me to Hogsmeade?" She laughed. He had asked her to Hogsmeade!

He shoved his hands in his pockets, his hopeful look turning into a scowl. "Well, you're one to talk. If you don't want to go, then just say it. You don't need to laugh at me."

"No, no, Ron, I wasn't laughing at you," she said, grabbing his hand as he turned away. She looked up into his warm, blue eyes. "I was just really happy that you'd asked me. I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you."

"Really?" He smiled, looking hopeful.

"Yes!" She laughed again, and this time her hat laughed with her. That shook both of them from their awkward conversation.

"Now, Weasley, go win the match. I'll be cheering for you!" She smiled and hugged him.

"That's all I get? Don't I get a good luck kiss?" He teased, then blushed. Luna blushed with him, but stood on her tiptoes and lightly brushed her lips against his cheek.

"Go win for me, Gryffindor," she whispered, then skipped off towards the match.

It felt good to be her.