~*T*~

Harry brushed Luna's long, sweaty, blonde hair back from her face, "Your eyes are impossibly green. That's really pretty."

Luna laughed in his face, "Now you notice."

"Um, boy," he said, then groaned as Hermione groped something that isn't a normal boy-part.

"Really?" Hermione asked.

"Yep."

~*i*~

"So," Hermione started, looked at Harry.

Harry blinked, "Ara."

Luna fell about laughing, "And now you notice, again."

"Notice what?" Hermione asked.

"Your eyes are golden."

"No, they're not."

"They kinda are."

"Humans don't have golden eyes."

"Look in the mirror."

Hermione turned to do just that, and Harry grabbed her bare shoulder, "Clothes?" he said.

"There's no one out here," Hermione said, looking to Luna for confirmation.

"If you say so," Luna said, in her sweetest, gentlest, you're-totally-wrong voice.

Hermione sighed, and started looking for her trousers, eventually finding them, and her phone, "Already six? How far out of town are we?"

"About an hour at the speed limits, twenty minutes if I drive like Harry flies."

Hermione's lips tightened, then she sighed, "Let's get cleaned up, I'm hungry."

Luna dug out an industrial-sized bag of baby wipes, and they barely managed to keep from getting distracted while they cleaned up, but eventually they were dressed. Harry and Hermione pulled deodorant from their bags, and Luna laughed at them.

"Some people," Hermione started.

"Don't like anyone to know they had any fun," Luna took over, "Your hair's mussed and sweaty, and you're smiling at everything."

"That doesn't mean they know," Hermione said, pulling a hairbrush from her bag.

Harry took the brush from her, and started brushing Hermione's hair.

"Considering Amy's rep as "the cape most likely to go postal," at Winslow," Harry teased gently, working his way up from the ends of Hermione's hair.

A minute later he handed the brush back, "Done already?" Hermione asked with a sigh.

"Your hair's like you used sleakeasy's on it," Harry said, "I think I've got the crazy hair this time."

"Let me see," Hermione started brushing Harry's hair, also from the ends, continued after a few strokes of the brush, "Yep, fifth-year hair, little less fine, so it shouldn't tangle as much, but we should put it up before we have sex."

"You really seemed to enjoy pulling it, though," Harry said, leaning into her.

"It is so long," Hermione said.

"And poofy!" Luna added, "Would your old hair have been like that if you grew it out?"

"I don't know," Harry said, eyes closed, as he enjoyed Hermione working out the tangles, "I kinda froze it at horrible with accidental magic when I was younger."

"Froze it?"

"Yeah, Aunt Petunia gave me this terrible buzz-cut with little tufts, I freaked out, my hair was back the way it was before she cut it the next morning, and never changed."

Luna gave him a hug, "I guess we'd better get going," Luna leaned forward, and received a kiss from Hermione, "Buckle up!"

Hermione and Harry buckled themselves into the back seat quickly.

Luna checked her mirrors, cranked up the motor, toggled the switch labeled 4WD, cranked the wheel over, "Hold on," she grinned, the loud pedal floored before she dropped the shifter into reverse.

Gravel flew from under all four wheels, and she lifted off the gas, shifted into 3 while still going backwards, then floored it again while metal shrieked, groaned, and clicked, continued to slide backwards a moment even as the wheels spun, threw gravel behind them and ticking along the sides of the van.

The engine roar changed as the wheels finally gripped, and the van rocked back, then forward, raced down the gravel road back to the highway.

Harry whooped in joy. Hermione buried her head against his shoulder, and clung to him tightly.

Luna jerked the wheel just a little, tapped the brakes, turning almost broadside on the road, then went full pedal again. The van drifted up onto the highway, suspension almost bottomed out, then rebounded, two feet of air under the wheels.

Hermione shrieked as the van's body rolled side to side, jerked left to right as Luna fought to straighten out their path. Foot off the gas, shifter in neutral, toggle the 4WD button, shifter to OD, pedal to the floor again, and Luna cackled gleefully while the engine spooled up again.

~*i*~

Luna bounced the van into the hospital parking lot, raced towards an empty spot straight ahead of them, shifted her grip on the wheel, jammed the parking brake down with her left foot, whipped the wheel around, took one hand off the wheel and released the parking brake as the van bumped into the parking barrier with the back wheels.

She put the van in park, set the parking brake again, and smiled at Hermione, "Are you buying dinner?"

"Are we there yet?" Hermione asked, eyes closed, curled around Harry's shoulder.

"Parked in the parking lot."

"Why's the engine still running?"

"Waiting for the turbos to cool," Luna pulled one of the levers under her seat, and turned it to face them.

"Turbos?"

"E-85 and kinda stupid boost, 'cause the V10s aren't that strong. It should last a few years, hopefully," Luna said, "What are you getting us to eat?" she looked Hermione and Harry up and down.

Hermione blushed to the neck of her shirt, "Hospital food, 'cause there's nothing good for a half-mile around here."

"Sigh," Luna glanced over her shoulder at the instrument cluster, "It'll be cooling for another couple minutes, probably, we could drive."

"Slowly."

"Yeah, the cops are looking for us by now," Luna glanced at the dash again, "I should get this thing a turbo timer."

"Which is?" Hermione asked, letting herself be distracted.

~*T*~

Note: The van is an extended-length 2009 Ford E-350 SuperDuty that's had at least it's purchase price in upgrades done. Luna's still gonna break it if she keeps driving like that.