~*T*~

After a forgettable meal in the hospital canteen they followed Hermione on her rounds.

Luna baffled the two people who looked like they would complain, and Harry collated an inductive understanding of the issues.

"They triaged for you," he said, "So a dozen major injuries, and a dozen cases of long-term metabolic abuse."

"Yup. Amy just reset them to normal, told them to eat less sugar, and let them go."

"Bet that didn't help much."

"No, not really."

"What do you want to do about it?"

"Eh," Hermione shrugged, "We'll see after the test cases."

Luna gave her a hug, "Good job."

~*i*~

Luna reversed into Harry's driveway, parking next to his dad's truck.

"Hey, dad!"

"Hey," Danny got up from the couch, "I was getting worried, the school called, said you got in a fight."

"Yep. Off school property, but," he shrugged, "Whupped on Sophia. She's decided she wants to be my friend now."

"What?"

"Yeah," Luna said, "That's what I thought. She seems really happy about it for some reason, so," she lifted one shoulder, dropped it, held out her hand, "Luna McFeely."

Hermione snorted back a laugh, held out her own hand, "Amy Dallon," got her own handshake.

Harry plopped onto the couch. Hermione and Luna exchanged a glance, then Hermione dropped into his lap and Luna sat down beside them, cuddled to their side.

"So these are your girls, then?" Danny asked, relocating to the chair to one side.

"Yes," Hermione answered, "We corresponded recently, then managed to meet up. They really make me happy."

"I can see that," an uncomfortable smile twisted his lips and crinkled his eyes, "I'd prefer not to know too many details, but if you need to talk, about anything, I'll listen. Probably won't be able to help, but Taylor's mom managed to teach me how to listen."

"Thank you," Hermione said, "My folks aren't so good at listening, they get to the point they think they know what's going on and jump to trying to solve it."

"Better than mine,' Luna said, "They figured out I had powers and jumped straight to "how can we profit." from "you should have saved your brother," never mind I got powers after he committed suicide."

Harry hugged her tighter a moment, and Hermione kissed her temple.

"Would you like to spend the night? We have some extra bedding," he asked.

"I'll need to call my parents."

~*i*~

Harry skinned off quickly, pulled on his nightgown with his back to the girls.

"Oh," Luna smiled, suddenly staring at Hermione, "You can do cosmetic changes."

"Yeah?"

"Harry's still all ashamed of his pudgy tummy."

"But we like his pudgy tummy."

"He doesn't, do you, Harry?"

"I like this body, it works well, is kinda tall, has lovely hair that Hermione likes to play with, runs fast, there's nothing worth complaining about."

"See, he wants that tummy fat moved," Luna blinked, "And his eyes fixed, if it isn't too much trouble."

"I can do both easily," Hermione pulled Harry's nightgown back up over his head, tossed it on the bed, grabbed his shoulder as he blushed, "Where should I put it?"

"A little bit to the boobs," Luna looks Harry's flushed form up and down, "The rest to his thighs, hips, and butt."

"How's that?"

Harry looked down, flexed his tummy muscles.

"A little more, he wants his tummy muscles to show when he flexes."

His skin tightened a little more over his abdomen, showing some definition. He relaxed, and his tummy smoothed out, "Perfect," he said.

Luna laughed.

"I like this new shade of green," Hermione said, pulling his glasses off.

"Yes, let's keep that for now, he hasn't even noticed yet."

"What? I'm a boy, I don't pay as much attention to eye color as some people," Harry defended.

Luna stretched, which attracted both sets of eyes in the room to her pale, naked skin.

"I'm getting a feeling you'd like something, too,' Hermione raked her eyes up and down, "I'm not sure what, though."

"Do you think my tummy's too pudgy?" Luna asked.

"Nope."

"Not at all."

"It's pudgier than yours was, Harry."

"It looks better on you, you've got enough hip and breast to balance it out," he snorts, "Being told I looked like an upright frog didn't help, I'm sure. Taylor didn't like her tummy either."

"What he said."

"I just wanted to be tall enough to kiss Harry without having to go up on my toes," Luna said, "If that wouldn't be too much trouble."

"Stand up, then, let's see," Hermione said.

"See, Harry's lips to my eyeball," Luna said, "And you're lips to my nose, which is better."

"So just a little taller than me?" Hermione said, "I think that'd work fine."

~*i*~

"Tso," Hermione started, wrapped in Harry's arms in Taylor's too small bathtub.

Luna kissed the back of her neck to distract her.

"Totally blunt," she continued, refusing the distraction, "Why don't you want to be a boy again physically?"

"Think about it," Harry said, "Male role models in my life before?" he waited a moment, continued, "Danny has a daughter, and," he went quiet.

Hermione nodded, "I can understand that. My old parents? I contemplated some dumb things to keep them safe and happy."

"How's your new parents?"

"Suck."

"Monkey butts," Luna continued Hermione's answer.

"If you decide you want a male body again, just let me know."

"I will," Harry shrugged, "So long as you're with me," he trailed off again.

Luna leaned over Hermione's shoulder, and kissed Harry slowly, thoroughly, and with tongue. She broke the kiss, caught her breath, "Same."

"Always," Hermione agreed.

~*T*~