Weeks and weeks had passed since That Night and still Harry looked for her - in passing in Diagon Alley (he was running out of errands) and late nights at the same Muggle club they'd met at. Seamus was blissfully ignorant, simple in his happiness that his mate was willing, often, to drink and to drink a lot. Dean knew what was up but again, Harry didn't pay him any mind. And with the new distraction that Luna provided, Harry had stopped his aggressive apathy towards Dean. Harry had ceased going out of his way to irritate Dean with his cavalier approach towards life and yet, Dean was still judgemental because he knew exactly what - who - Harry was after.
Seamus bought the next round and Harry drank, sullenly, eyes trained on the entrance to the club, heart stammering each time a blonde walked through the doors. Dean perched next to him, his eyes too trained for her and Harry wondered what he'd do if she did show up. Interfere, fight for her honor? Save her from the predator that Harry had morphed into.
Dean sighed. "I know who you're waiting for and I think you're wrong."
Harry glanced over, surprised. "Oh? I'm wrong?" He chuckled darkly and turned, still watching.
"Luna is… She's one of us. You can't use her up and throw her away like a piece of trash. She's a part of our world, Harry. She's not like the others."
Harry turned his gaze back towards the door. "If she were like the others, I wouldn't be sitting here waiting for her."
Dean sighed. "Just don't hurt her. Okay?"
Harry snorted. "You, of all people, telling me to watching out for the feelings of others. That's hilarious. I applaud you and your sanctimonious defense of all of the poor, innocent females that have been tainted by my hands. But you're a fucking hypocrite and I will only ask once - please, fuck off, okay?"
"The fuck, man? What the fuck was that about?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Just admit it-"
"Admit what?" Dean grabbed Harry's shoulder painfully just as she - finally - walked through the door. Harry ripped himself out from under Dean's grasp and turned towards the other man.
"Ginny. Explain that to me, please, and in the next sentence tell me how you're able to be a judgemental fuck. I'd love to hear it."
Dean stared at him for a beat, shocked and then, "I… I just love her."
"Yeah, so did I. For seven years. And then she started cheating on me with you. So who's the piece of shit in this conversation? We were friends, Dean. So fuck you. Fuck off and let me live my shitty life. Which, by the way, you helped contribute to. Good luck staring that one down in the mirror."
And Harry turned, walked up to Luna and slid his hands around her waist, fingers digging into her hips. She stared at him, surprised at first but an easy smile slipped across her face. And Harry kissed her, channeling all of his anger and aggression and pent up sexual tension from the past month into the kiss, pouring all that was swirling inside of him into Luna and her breath hitched in response.