Chapter 5
Ron woke up in a very, very bad mood. He wondered why, before remembering Harry's hurtful words the night before. His puzzled expression was replaced by a scowl before turning to look at his clock. 7:24 AM – much too early to be awake, but he couldn't get back to sleep, now that he remembered the reason for his anger. Instead, he pulled his newest (and warmest) jumper over his pyjama top, stuffed his feet into a pair of his soon-to-be holey socks, put on his shoes and walked out the dormitory door. He needed to take a walk down to the Lake.
"Dammit," he breathed to himself, "I should have worn something warmer!" Yes, Ron should have worn something warmer, as it was December 26, and especially at 7:37 AM, the grounds were covered in a thick frost, and his breath seemed to form little particles of ice in front of his very eyes. He sat down on the snow-covered ground, casting a simple, yet effective heating charm on his bottom. Pulling his legs up to his chest to keep warm, he sighed, as a single tear rolled down his cheek, as the thought of never finding his special someone crept up from the back of his mind.
"Maybe Harry was right," he said aloud to himself, "maybe I am jealous of that dink Malfoy...maybe I won't find my special someone."
He was so deeply emerged in his own self-pity that he hadn't noticed someone walking behind him, to the very spot where he sat. It wasn't until the sound of crunching snow became louder that he turned around.
It was Luna, bundled up in a scarf, mittens, and every other essential winter clothing, levitating what looked like a sleeping bag in front of her, carrying yet, another edition of The Quibbler in her other arm. When she got close enough, she let the sleeping bag fall to the ground with a soft "thump!" and smiled.
"Hello Ronald," she said, still smiling. "What brings you here at..." she looked at her watch. "7:49 in the morning?"
"Hullo Luna," he replied dully. "Just doing some...thinking, that's all."
"Oh yes, the Lake is a wonderful place to think in the mornings. I come here all the time." She unzipped her sleeping back and shuffled inside, laying The Quibbler on her lap. Looking up at his red ears, she took her toque off and handed it to him. "Here, cover your ears up, or else the Willyhags will bite them off."
"Er...thanks." Ron took the toque from her and jammed it onto his head, which instantly warmed up due to the fact that she was wearing it earlier. She did not start reading her magazine like usual, but instead, continued to look at Ron, in an unfazed, dreamy way. He noticed, and did not look back at her, looking at the Lake instead. Finally, she spoke, breaking the somewhat uncomfortable silence between them.
"What were you thinking about?"
"Huh?"
"You told me you came out here to think."
"Oh...yeah..." Ron scratched his head nervously, trying to decide whether or not to tell her. He finally decided he would – after all, she had listened to his problems earlier. "Well, its just what Harry said last night...he said maybe I was jealous of Malfoy because he might be dating his special someone, while I haven't found mine yet."
Luna only smiled serenely, and whispered, "I haven't either, but once he sees it, I'll be with my special someone." Ron raised his eyebrows and looked at her with an expression of confusion, but before he could say another word, her lips were pressed softly against his. This sudden action caught him by total surprise, and he was sitting there with his bright blue eyes as wide as saucers, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline. But, as Luna's lips slowly separated themselves from his, he realized that he didn't want it to stop. Grabbing her softly by the shoulders, he pulled her back towards him, and this time, Ron was the one doing the kissing. They sat there for several seconds, Ron reveling in the feeling of kissing this strange girl. He pulled back just slightly for a catch of air, but kissed her again, this time with more passion. He licked her lip for a brief second, and she opened up to him. His brain started buzzing.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!"
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and after breaking the kiss, both were gasping for air. Ron put a hand up to her face, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
"Luna, I –" he began in a husky voice, but Luna interrupted him.
"Please don't say you regret it."
"I wasn't...I was going to say that I think I've found my special someone."
They smiled at eachother before Ron swooped in for another kiss.
Author's note: Sorry this chapter was actually really short, but I just got an idea for another fic and I couldn't think of anything more to write in this chapter! But a great big thank you to all the readers and reviewers! I appreciate them! Keep em coming!!
Ron woke up in a very, very bad mood. He wondered why, before remembering Harry's hurtful words the night before. His puzzled expression was replaced by a scowl before turning to look at his clock. 7:24 AM – much too early to be awake, but he couldn't get back to sleep, now that he remembered the reason for his anger. Instead, he pulled his newest (and warmest) jumper over his pyjama top, stuffed his feet into a pair of his soon-to-be holey socks, put on his shoes and walked out the dormitory door. He needed to take a walk down to the Lake.
"Dammit," he breathed to himself, "I should have worn something warmer!" Yes, Ron should have worn something warmer, as it was December 26, and especially at 7:37 AM, the grounds were covered in a thick frost, and his breath seemed to form little particles of ice in front of his very eyes. He sat down on the snow-covered ground, casting a simple, yet effective heating charm on his bottom. Pulling his legs up to his chest to keep warm, he sighed, as a single tear rolled down his cheek, as the thought of never finding his special someone crept up from the back of his mind.
"Maybe Harry was right," he said aloud to himself, "maybe I am jealous of that dink Malfoy...maybe I won't find my special someone."
He was so deeply emerged in his own self-pity that he hadn't noticed someone walking behind him, to the very spot where he sat. It wasn't until the sound of crunching snow became louder that he turned around.
It was Luna, bundled up in a scarf, mittens, and every other essential winter clothing, levitating what looked like a sleeping bag in front of her, carrying yet, another edition of The Quibbler in her other arm. When she got close enough, she let the sleeping bag fall to the ground with a soft "thump!" and smiled.
"Hello Ronald," she said, still smiling. "What brings you here at..." she looked at her watch. "7:49 in the morning?"
"Hullo Luna," he replied dully. "Just doing some...thinking, that's all."
"Oh yes, the Lake is a wonderful place to think in the mornings. I come here all the time." She unzipped her sleeping back and shuffled inside, laying The Quibbler on her lap. Looking up at his red ears, she took her toque off and handed it to him. "Here, cover your ears up, or else the Willyhags will bite them off."
"Er...thanks." Ron took the toque from her and jammed it onto his head, which instantly warmed up due to the fact that she was wearing it earlier. She did not start reading her magazine like usual, but instead, continued to look at Ron, in an unfazed, dreamy way. He noticed, and did not look back at her, looking at the Lake instead. Finally, she spoke, breaking the somewhat uncomfortable silence between them.
"What were you thinking about?"
"Huh?"
"You told me you came out here to think."
"Oh...yeah..." Ron scratched his head nervously, trying to decide whether or not to tell her. He finally decided he would – after all, she had listened to his problems earlier. "Well, its just what Harry said last night...he said maybe I was jealous of Malfoy because he might be dating his special someone, while I haven't found mine yet."
Luna only smiled serenely, and whispered, "I haven't either, but once he sees it, I'll be with my special someone." Ron raised his eyebrows and looked at her with an expression of confusion, but before he could say another word, her lips were pressed softly against his. This sudden action caught him by total surprise, and he was sitting there with his bright blue eyes as wide as saucers, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline. But, as Luna's lips slowly separated themselves from his, he realized that he didn't want it to stop. Grabbing her softly by the shoulders, he pulled her back towards him, and this time, Ron was the one doing the kissing. They sat there for several seconds, Ron reveling in the feeling of kissing this strange girl. He pulled back just slightly for a catch of air, but kissed her again, this time with more passion. He licked her lip for a brief second, and she opened up to him. His brain started buzzing.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!"
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and after breaking the kiss, both were gasping for air. Ron put a hand up to her face, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
"Luna, I –" he began in a husky voice, but Luna interrupted him.
"Please don't say you regret it."
"I wasn't...I was going to say that I think I've found my special someone."
They smiled at eachother before Ron swooped in for another kiss.
Author's note: Sorry this chapter was actually really short, but I just got an idea for another fic and I couldn't think of anything more to write in this chapter! But a great big thank you to all the readers and reviewers! I appreciate them! Keep em coming!!