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Chapter VII: Totally Twisted

Harry spent the next week at Luna's home, getting to know her in ways he never had these last years, and each passing second more wondrous than the last. She was able to recount her childhood to him, which was much more interesting than his own. Honestly, how many times could one tell an interesting story about a cupboard under the stairs? Luna loved every minute of it all the same, and Harry felt incredibly hopeful about their future. She told Harry about her family history, which was rich with obscure philosophers and explorers.

"Are you kidding me, Luna? You're related to Fibinaci? The famous mathematician?" Harry asked her in the middle of one of her tales of Lovegood history.

"I most certainly am. My great great great uncle Fibinaci," she nodded as she laid down on the floor in front of her empty fireplace. "was very well educated, and unfortunately never properly rewarded for his discoveries in his respective fields. It's a shame…I hope I'll get recognition for my advances in nature."

"I'm sure you'll get plenty." Harry smiled, and he bent down and gave her a soothing back massage. It took him a few moments to realize that robes really do prohibit one's fingers from utilizing their full talent. Robes had to go, there were no two ways about it in Harry's mind.

The wizarding world as a whole was still interested in the appealing life of Harry Potter, and there were still people dying to give the people what they wanted, as Harry came to realize once again as he was reading over the Prophet.

'And one must wonder what deeply rooted childhood torment has led Harry Potter, vanquisher of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, to take on a life changing event such as his most recent one. It has become known through my unyielding desire for discovering the truth, that Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley-Potter have terminated their marriage after only nineteen and a half short years. Me Myself and I, and you favoured readers, have a right to know why.

'Draco Malfoy, respected founder of Malfoy Estates and Enchantments, had this to say on allegations that he and the former Mrs. Potter had and are having, a sultry affair. "Potter never really had time to appreciate a fine and talented woman such as Ginevra. Serves him right that he's without her now, I know I'm better off with them separated." Mr. Malfoy said as he was seen exiting Hogsmeade Village yesterday afternoon. When asked if he and the former Mrs. Potter are planning marriage, he left us no comment.

'This is one story that will not stop spurting hot gossip, as we have just learned Mr. Potter has not been excluded from the company of one Luna Lovegood, daughter of Quibbler executive Xenophilius Lovegood, in over a week. According to valued and trusted sources, Miss Lovegood was at Mr. Potter's side as soon as the divorce settlement was finalized.

'Some may remember Lovegood from years back, when she was the exclusive date of Mr. Potter at school during a Christmas party. What tantalizing tidbits of truth will be uncovered when yours truly seeks out Mr. Potter for an interview? You will have to read next time, until then dear reader' ----- Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent

Harry was a little flabbergasted, if truth be told, he certainly hadn't planned on it hitting the papers like this. His mind was reeling with the thought of what hell his kids must be going through. He remembered as well as could be how quickly word spread like FiendFyre throughout the walls of Hogwarts. This was certainly not how he intended for his children to find out. Rita always had a way of making the story sound so much worse than it really was, and he didn't want his children being taunted about their mother being, as Ron would have called her, a scarlet woman. Harry laughed. "No matter how true it is."

He had a long period of contemplation as he spent another day in seclusion in Luna's home, she had to do some field work for the day- natural geyser activity across the seas was apparently going to attract some curious creatures. She couldn't have missed that for the world, Harry mused. There was a week of scheduled holiday across Britain coming up to honor those fallen at the Hogwarts battle; as had been standard since Voldemort's fall all those years ago. They would be coming home, well to the Potter estates at least, and it was there that he & Ginny would have to explain the divorce.

Harry knew that he and Ginny could get along for the kids, just because their affections had ceased did not mean that their family had to be severed as well. Harry expected his children to love him and their mother just as much as they had when they left for school back in September. Harry had spent some time thinking about it all, and all of the questions that were soon approaching. He thought of it like the family was not splitting up, but instead was gaining two more people. He felt that Luna was being the best friend he always needed and wanted in a woman.

There was Draco to consider as well, sure they had had their disagreements and feuds in the past. But as it was, that's exactly where those problems rested; in the past. Draco and he had put their problems behind them a long time ago. Only after the feelings of animosity had been buried could the Death Eaters and the side of light ever truly get along. They would likely never be great friends, but that did not mean they had to be enemies. If he could make Ginny happy, great for them. Harry had found the woman who made him happy, and together they would answer the questions that were bound to come. He smiled as he brought his cup of morning juice to his mouth.

Luna arrived home shortly after four thirty that evening, carrying with her a basket full of daisies which she quickly dropped into a vase full of sparkling water. "Miss me, Harry?" She undid the silk bow holding her hair back and it fell across her shoulders, just the way Harry liked it.

"More than ever." Harry felt rather hokey whenever he tried to be romantic, but Luna seemed to like it at least, and her smiles were always so rewarding; as they usually led to kissing and late nights.

"Did you read the Prophet then, this morning?" Luna knelt down and undid the wrappings of her Dragon Skin boots and slipped them off, laying them on a mat next to the kitchen entrance.

"I did." Harry tapped the paper with his wand and it flew into the fireplace, and he hoped he wasn't being too obvious as to his desires for the evening. A nice fire after a long day of natural exploration? Harry thought it was a perfectly wonderful idea.

"I want to be with you when you talk to James, Albus and Lily." Luna sat upright in the chair and her eyes met Harry's, every trace of sincerity and love reflected in them. She stuck out her tongue at him, which caused Harry much confusion.

"Way to taint the seriousness of the conversation." Harry chuckled.

"I can't stand to be serious. I think it would just ruin the relationship if you thought of me as serious. I'd think you would confuse me with Sirius if you thought of me as serious. And if word got out that we are together and you are thinking of me as Sirius, can you imagine what your teenage girl crushes would think?" Luna beamed.

"That was too much. Never again please." Harry laughed, sending a spark over to the mouth of the waiting fireplace.

"I do want to be there though, you know Ginny will have Draco."

"Of course she will," he paused and scratched his stubbly chin. "I do want you to be there, the kids need to know you better, not just from stories and letters."

She beamed at him, and only then got up from her seat, hands reaching out to take Harry's. "I see there's a fire started, in more places than one, maybe?" Luna nibbled on Harry's neck.

"I hope that's not your weapon of choice tonight, fire." Harry worked his fingers into Luna's shoulders, relieving the tension from a long day of broom riding.

"I was actually thinking of not being totally twisted in bed for once. I can think of other things to do with my Harry. You can hold me as if we were dying tomorrow, can't you?"

"We have no time to stop for death, but I'll hold you close all the same."

"How kind of you, Harry."

They laid down in front of the fire and held each other as the warmth of the flames danced near them. Their lips touched and parted, and their fingers intertwined as their bodies curved into the others.

AN: This chapter is dedicated to a faithful reader, whose reviews have meant a lot to me, both in this story & A Christmas Carol. I just wanted a good fluffy chapter and I hope this works. How do you guys see this piece? Does it have the potential for a very long work, or can you see it ending soon?

For the record of Cannon, Lily has just entered Hogwarts this year, this is not set right as Albus is starting, but two years later.


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