DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. And…. Trust me… this really is rated T.

Luna Lovegood moaned in pleasure. It just felt so good! She felt his hands vigorously rubbing her back. She bit the pillow as he lovingly touched her. She shouldn't moan so, she thought, embarrassed.

"You like that?", asked the male, he was smirking, Luna decided. Luna tried to nod, but she had to stop, as he furiously rubbed her back. She couldn't help but moan some more. Her thoughts went hazy as she imagined how it had all began….

FLASHBACK

Luna had been sitting outside. It hadn't even been a week and half her stuff had already been stolen, and it hurt her that no one seemed to care enough to help her. But… she had her reputation. She had to act as if it didn't faze her, had to put on a mask, had to pretend that her necklace was worthless. She knew differently…. Her butterbeer cap necklace, her most sacred treasure. Enchanted with the best experimental protection spells her mother had ever invented.

She had considered going to Filius Flitwick about her problem, but had decided against it. After all, she had her reputation, she thought bitterly. She sighed, staring into the darkening sky. A tear trickled down her face as she remembered her mother, she had loved her enough to make the butterbeer cap necklace. She quickly pushed her saddening thoughts aside. Stay strong, she demanded of herself, no crying!

She stood and began to slowly walk up towards the castle, staring at her feet. Suddenly she bumped into someone. "Oops, sorry!", she apologized, realizing it was….

"No problem.", he had replied. He peered into Luna's eyes and his eyes widened in shock. "Luna… were you crying? You okay?", he had asked gently, his dark hair framing his face.

"Look.", she replied, ignoring his question. "It's a Hogtornius Joffler!", she faked excitement, pointing up into the sky. She hoped he would forget about her as a lost cause. Luckily for her, she thought, he didn't.

"Right. Listen Luna… I wanted to know… Luna…?", he looked at her in concern.

Luna had been overcome with emotion again. It had been getting harder to conceal her emotions. It wasn't healthy, she knew, not healthy to hold in your emotions. And now she knew why. Suddenly she began to cry. She grabbed the boy in front of her, crying on his robes.

He pat her back awkwardly. "It's okay Luna.", he whispered.

"No, its not… I miss her… I know I'll see her again… but….", Luna couldn't finish. She just squeezed the male she was holding on to.

"Luna… do… you… want a….", he trailed off, hoping she'd understand, she nodded, teary eyed still.

END FLASHBACK

And that was how she had ended up in the Room of Requirement, topless and on her stomach, getting the best back massage she had ever had.

"Oh… that feels so good! How ever did you… uhn… learn how to do this?", asked Luna.

"Oh, you know, just a handy thing to know.", he replied. She moaned in agreement. "And there!", he said, indicating that he had finished. He turned around, so that she could get her top back on.

"Oh, you are such a prude!", Luna teased, when she was dressed. Then she looked at his green eyes seriously. "Thank you for that. My mom… she used to give me back massages like that. You… really helped me to remember her. Thank you.", and with that, Luna hugged the boy and they both walked out of the Room of Requirement, hand in hand.

Luna was happy, she had a true friend, and she hoped she would never lose her Harry Potter.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Once again, another pointless story, although, I admit, this one is less pointless. Actually has a semi-plot. And mild suspense! w00t!