Chapter XXXIV: Roses & Cream

Beta Serivices ( Dream Stallion33) - Currently Un-Beta'd, Dreams a little busy : )

Luna stirred from her sleep, with all the covers of her lovers bed wrapped snugly around her ankles like manacles. The fresh breeze rolled in groggily through the windows, causing the curtains to dance swiftly above the wooden frame. There was calm in the house that morning that Luna had not fully appreciated up until this time.

She saw the chain on the floor, almost hiding under the bed. She stood up, having freed herself from the blankets, and stretched in the sunlight. The winds blew across her still naked body, and she ran her fingers down her ribs and onto her stomach as the sunlight warmed her. It was then that she knew.

Luna walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a pair of robes that she favored on days such as this one. It was cream and rose colored, very breezy and yet close fitting where appropriate. She loved these robes, because they made her feel like a queen. They were simple, yet elegant: they were her mothers.

Luna left the bedroom , and took a turn down to the stairs, which she descended slowly. She had gone into the drawing room completely unaware of having decided to do so. Perhaps it was the hand of fate guiding her. Or maybe it was just an impulse induced by a Nargle.

There he stood, Harry Potter, looking just as dashing as he had on Slughorns' party. He was casually gifted by handsomeness, for his clothes benefited him little. His gray shirt was stained around the collar, and his blue jeans were ill fitted towards his hindquarters. They were his 'day off' clothes, as he called them. They should have turned her off immediately, but she was smitten most vehemently.

"Harry." She called as she stepped into the drawing room. He smiled at her, which caused her to blush- a symptom of romance she was rarely prone to.

"Good morning." He gave her a searching look, and she was quite sure a little attention of his rested firmly underneath her chin, yet firmly above her navel. This dress is good for many things.

"Thank you for last night." She was ready for him to have her. When would he ask? She wondered if her desire was showing in her face.

He took a few steps closer to her, his hands reaching her waist before his lips did. She kissed him impatiently, biting him slightly.

"Luna, I had never done anything like that before." Harry held out his hands in a shameful sort of way, his face too had adopted a redder color.

"There is something I have never done before, too. " Luna was aware of her boldness, for the first time that she could recall. She wanted him to know what she wanted.

"Oh, come on Luna, haven't you done it all?" Harry grinned, his hands were buried in his pockets.

She snorted. "That could have come off in a very wrong way, Harry. You should be glad I know you so well." She touched his chest, right above his heart, with her hand. She brought herself closer to him and rested her lips against his ear. "I have never been Mrs. Harry Potter." She said, and a tear emerged from the corner of her eye and it trickled down her cheek.

The silence stretched out into the room, filling every nook and cranny with its pregnant presence. Luna felt the tear drying, a small trail of salt that now faded with time. She knew the intentions of his heart, at least; she hoped that she did.

"I don't want you to be just another bride of mine." Harry finally said, his words came slowly, like a prolonged orgasm.

Luna smiled at the thought of a long orgasm, but she had to contain herself. There are more important things than killer sex right now…that can come later. Ooh…come…. And she made herself focus on the moment- she must employ Occlumency against the thoughts.

"And I don't want to be just another good friend. I love you, Harry Potter." Luna said the words that had been so long in coming.

The response was out of his mouth before she could draw breath, and with the simple yet awe-inspiring three word phrase, Luna felt herself become heavy with the weight of it all. "I love you, Luna Lovegood."

"Will your love endure always?" Luna inquired.

"I will love you very well, not just good- but well." Harry said happily.

She pulled her face back from his and peered into his deep green eyes, while her hands closed firmly around his. "I am pregnant, Harry." Luna said.

She rather thought that Harry would be used to the whole "pregnant" declaration by now, he had three kids after all. But his eyes grew to be as wide as tea saucers, and his lips parted. Those adorable lips, she smiled. She kicked up one leg behind her as she placed an affectionate kiss on those lips.

When Harry mustered the words, Luna waited eagerly.

"I think I want to try this again...because it really sounds as though we've just declared that we're getting married…" his eyes searched her face, and she nodded. "Oh. Yes, I thought so." He nodded his head and licked his lips. "Might I be permitted to re-propose to you? I would like it to be a smidge more romantic…that's all…" Harry ended his sentence as though he had run out of breath.

"I think that would be acceptable." Luna said, and she turned away from him, to leave him with appropriate time for the true proposal. She knew he would not disappoint her. She also knew he hadn't responded to the pregnancy admission...was it possible he had not realized she'd said it, or was it too a part of his reproposal bargain?

She giggled as she strolled around the Potter Estate, hoping very soon that she would be able to start sending Owls' as Luna Potter.

AN: Sorry for the long delay in updating, school had a hiccup.
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