Title: After Work
Summary: Harry, Luna. And hot chocolate, of course.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It ain't mine, sugar.
After Work"I take it you'll want a drink," was the first thing Harry heard as he Apparated into the flat. Harry rolled his eyes to the ceiling as he tore off his coat and scarf, throwing them over the sofa and then walking through the lounge and into the kitchen.
"Hello, Harry," Luna smiled up at him as she flicked her wand, preparing two mugs of steaming hot chocolate in two seconds. She picked one up and offered it to Harry, who nodded his thanks and took a long sip, the warmth overcoming his cold numbness. Luna watched him, one hand reaching out to tuck a strand of her flatmate's growing hair behind his ear. Harry smiled at her, and massaged the back of his sore neck as he took another sip of chocolate.
"How did you know the day's been a long one?"
Luna smiled serenely. "It's hard, isn't it? After so long fighting him."
Harry, now used to these remarks that his flatmate made, merely shrugged and gave her a polite grin. "You can say that again. What did the great Harry Potter do today? Why, he filed old dusty reports on members of the Order and had another argument with the Ministry workers who downright refuse to demolish his godfather's house! Can you imagine?"
Luna shrugged back. "I think so. But they'll demolish that horrible place in the end. I think your godfather would be pleased."
Harry, leaning against the kitchen counter, hid his broadening smirk in his mug, his previous frustration at the Ministry's ignorance towards his desire to have the Black home brought down for good diminishing somewhat. Rufus Scrimgeour was keen to have the house stand as a tribute to the many Blacks who had passed through its walls and had committed themselves to the Ministry – which meant the donation of large amounts of gold. Harry's smirk turned slightly bitter and he was aware of Luna staring at him unblinkingly as he continued to drink his chocolate. Eventually, Harry broke the silence.
"Sorry – have you poisoned this or something? You're looking at me as if you expect me to drop dead any second."
As he had anticipated, Luna burst out laughing.
"That's funny!" she cried. "See, you know and trust me; you'd never expect me to hurt you! You have a brilliant sense of humour."
Harry observed her, eyebrows raised. He didn't voice the fact that this behaviour of Luna's amused him and pleased him at the same time: Luna would giggle or guffaw at anything he said, and it was a character trait he found (much to his surprise) rather appealing.
"How's the arm?" Luna suddenly asked. "The scar?"
"Hm?" Pursing his lips as he took yet another gulp of chocolate, Harry blinked at her. "Oh, yeah." Drawing up his sleeve, he gave it a glance. "Still there; Healers did say it would take a while to cool down after Voldemort's – y'know – of course, that was a year ago."
The expression on Luna's face was unfathomable; she patted his shoulder carefully. Harry glanced at the spot that her fingers touched for a moment before glancing back at her. Leaning forward, he kissed her on the cheek softly, black hair brushing against dark-blonde. When he pulled back, his head, which ached slightly from the hard day, had cleared slightly and he asked her a question that had become a regular between them.
"Can I kiss you yet? Properly, I mean?"
Luna's twitching smile widened slightly. "Oh, yes Harry. That would be nice."
Fin.