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Chapter IV: Cold & Extremely Apprehensive

"I think you were a little surprised with me." She said, shamelessly curled into him as the day passed them by.

Harry swallowed. "Yes, I suppose I was."

"Why?" Luna cocked her head to one side and smiled enigmatically at him, stretching her arms out as her toes stroked his hair covered legs. She dexterously twirled his hairs and pulled them slightly; which often caused him to jump at unexpected times.

Harry had long ago learned to be straightforward with her, she knew when he was dodging her questions. "I didn't expect that kind of behavior from you. It was…totally unique. It was totally like you, unique." Harry sheepishly raised his eyes to hers, wanting to know her intimately.

The colors rose in her cheeks and she laid her head on his chest and laid one of her hands in his. "I was never like the other girls at the castle, and I think that's why you liked me."

"And why did you like me?" Harry wondered.

"You stood up for me."

"When?" Harry asked, his mind trying to find the moment where he had defended her.

"Every time you stood beside me and were nice to me."

"How is that standing up for you?"

"Well whenever I was feeling lonely, you would be there and you would chase those bad feelings away."

"Couldn't anyone have done that?"

"I didn't feel my palms get sweaty when Ginny stood next to me, or Hannah, or anyone else. It only happened with you."

"Why didn't you ever tell me that Luna? I would have liked to have known."

"A girl's got to have some secrets, she doesn't want every little detail of her life scrawled on bathroom stalls."

"Yeah… I've heard stories about what gets written in the bathrooms at Hogwarts."

"I thought about telling you at Professor Slughorn's Christmas party, you seemed busy though." Luna fetched him with a freezing glance, and Harry felt like a little boy under the stairs all over again.

He kisses her forehead, and his nose was tickled by her hair. "Can't a guy catch a break?"

She looked at him fondly and bit his chest. "You can catch a bite, but never a break Mr. Potter, not with me at least."

"Figures."

Her eyebrows raised and her head lifted up to meet his eyes. "Is that a complaint?"

"Maybe a little request for more bites…" Harry said timidly.

"Why Harry, I never knew you were a masochist."

"Only for you."

Her lips spread into a smile, as she nibbled on his neck until he squirmed away. "Suit yourself, no bites from me any more then." She said, turning away from him and sitting up to get dressed.

"Oh now Luna, what are you doing?"

She twirled around as she snapped up a pair of pants, and Harry caught one last glimpse of her belly button before a white shirt came over her chest. "Getting dressed darling, and they said I was unobservant."

"Who did?"

"No one of consequence." She threw him a pair of pants.

"What are these for?"

"Foreplay." She answered simply, and threw him a kiss before leaving him in the room to get dressed.

Harry was left with a flood of curious thoughts as he wondered what role pants played in any good foreplay. Had he really lived that repressed of a sex life?

"Come on Harry!" He heard Luna calling from the other room.

"Come again?" Harry shouted at her, mocking exasperation.

"Only if you're good!" Luna giggled as Harry ran to her, catching the giggling girl in his arms and lying next to her on the cushy sofa.

"Foreplay?" Harry asked, determined to know what types of thoughts she was concealing.

She grinned mischievously at him, and placed a finger on his lips. "Well I was going to say just shag me, but if you really are that insistent on foreplay- I suppose I can be patient enough for you to get all bothered."

"Hey, that's not what I had meant!"

"Maybe you should choose your words more carefully next time then Harry."

"Maybe." He shrugged and went down to rub her leg, her denim covered leg -those damn jeans, he thought.

Luna grabbed her wand and smiled as Harry obliviously touched her leg.

"YIIIIEKEKEE!" Harry leapt off of her like he had been struck by lightning. But it wasn't lightning, Luna knew better. A cold jet of water up the ass is exactly what he needed to cool that pesky penis down- at least until she was ready to have him again.

"Come on Harry dear, it's time for breakfast!" Luna skipped away from him and out the door, leaving him curiously cold and extremely apprehensive.

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AN: Reviews are loved. I was going for comedy & realism here, let me know if I succeeded.

Concept of things written in the girl's bathroom stalls at Hogwarts was inspired by a Harry Hermione Story that I can't remember the name of , if you know it please tell me so I can award proper honor.

Once again, I am asking people to observe my dialogue structure to see if anything is wrong with it. Thanks!