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Chapter IV: All I want for Christmas is you

Luna waved back at the shopkeeper as she and Harry entered the Bezoar's Bazaar, the new shop had the smell of a novelty store, and it was full of mismatched items and haggling shoppers. Luna's attention was immediately drawn to a large table, that played home to bizarre looking items; ranging from Kelpie Cutters to Snorkack Ear Splitters. Luna excitedly explained the purpose of the ear splitters, and why they were so important.

"Well you see, Daddy says that if you put them around your ears, like so…" She picked them up from the table and placed them on Harry's ears, his eyes bulging in surprise as he heard ear splitting screeches coming from all around the room. "…you'll be able to hear the mating cries of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. You didn't believe me about them, did you, Harry?" Luna looked at him, biting her lip as he smiled.

"I guess,…no- we, that is to say…I didn't." Harry said, ashamed as he took off the ear muff looking ear splitters. Harry walked forward, flipping through portfolios of muggle and wizard artwork. Harry amused himself with the idea of finding a portrait of Jesus, and he was not surprised when his search failed. Harry looked around the shop, already having lost track of Luna.

He walked around the dangerously laid out shop, narrowly dodging large stacks of snarling books, and only just stepping over a puffskein that happened to be crawling around the floors. Harry spotted Luna near the back of the shop, chatting with an unmistakable red haired man. Harry felt a stab of uncertainty, Mr. Weasley had always liked me…so even if I have broken up with Ginny…why would that change anything? He thought to himself, working up the courage to walk up to them.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley." Harry said boldly extending his hand for Arthur to shake. Arthur looked at his hand and looked repelled. Harry was sick for just a moment, and then Mr. Weasley pulled Harry into a hug.

"Harry, you don't give me a handshake, we're almost family- you and I." He said, loudly clapping Harry on the back.

"Right, sorry." Harry said, letting himself fall into Arthurs embrace. Harry looked at the long black cut running down Arthurs' face, his battle scar from dueling Rodolphus Lestrange during the war. Harry had always felt guilty about it, knowing that Arthur dueled Rodolphus on Harry's behalf.

"Now then, Luna tells me you two are here for Christmas gifts? Well then," Arthur said, clapping his hands together. "…might I suggest a fascinating item I've just discovered in the Muggle section. It's called a potato slicer. They were apparently used in a country club,…somebody named Dajeeli made use of them…they're fascinating. You know how Ron can't use magic to slice up potatoes, I think it would be perfect for him." Arthur said.

"Have you seen the plugs, Mr. Weasley?" Luna inquired, pointing her hand to a far away part of the store. "They're having a big sale."

Mr. Weasley's face turned to where she was pointing and he walked to a stand of plugs, picking up each one and inspecting them, while looking very well informed on their true natures. Harry walked over to Luna's side and placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Harry!" She blushed, and she took his hand. "What was that for?"

"No reason." Harry said, picking up a book of faerie creatures.

"Liar." She said.

Harry was stunned, of all of Luna's truths, this one was one he was not expecting. "What?"

"You kissed me because you feel guilty about seeing Mr. Weasley. He's Ginny's da'. You could have just told me you wanted to reassure me of your feelings. Now I'm just thinking you feel guilty about dating me and you can't tell me the truth."

Harry felt like an eleven year old boy, once again afraid of everything around him. He looked into her eyes and tried to hold his emotions in check. "You're right, I'm sorry Luna. It's…"

"Convenient to seek temporary shelter in lies?"

"Not like that…no, no. Yes. I don't know."

"What do you know, Harry?" Luna said, inspecting a display of Christmas decoartions, none of which happened to be a gnome decorated as an angel.

"I …know…"

"Enough to satisfy me. You still love me, Harry?" She said, tossing up a maroon colored glass ornament.

Harry knew the truth about his feelings, and he stood by them. "I do love you."

"Then all is well." Luna said calmly, putting down the ornament. "But remember, you don't need to hide your feelings from me, Harry."

Harry began to wonder if Luna was one of those natural Legilimens, and felt uncomfortable, surely she couldn't be.

Together they walked around the store, once again revisiting the portraits he had looked at earlier. To his amazement Luna was able to find a picture he hadn't; there staring at Harry was Jesus Christ. He was holding a long staff and his eyes seemed to stare through to Harry's soul. "Luna, stop…that's it. That's Jesus…" Harry said, words failing him, unsure of how a picture of Jesus made it into Wizarding London. Plugs were one thing, he thought, Christian iconology was another.

"Eight Sickles." Luna said, voice indicating her approval of the price. "Let's get it for her. She can hang it in her flat." She picked up the portrait and brought it to the cash register, manned by a wizard in green robes.

She laid her money down on the counter and the wizard magically wrapped the portrait.

"Where to now, Harry? Anywhere you want to go?" They walked out of the Bazaar and got closer together, as the wintry air welcomed them.

"Well,…we still need something for …"

"You." Luna said, her red cheeks standing out boldly in comparison to her hair, which was sparkling with snow flakes.

"All I want for Christmas is…" Harry began.

"A night with me?" Luna said deviously, smiling at Harry.

"But…we've er…just had a night together."

"Ok, Harry. It's not every girl that would give you an offer like that. And it's not every boy that would turn down such an offer either. I'm proud of you. I always knew you were different." She reached out and took his hand, kissing him through his dragon-skin gloves.

"Luna, I always knew you were different too. And I'm glad that was just a test." They walked together, passing shops and shouting merchants who were offering their wares. "Hey Luna…I know this is supposed to be our day, but can you come with me to see Hermione? She made me promise to come see her today to discuss the holidays with everyone from school. If you come I might be able to leave her company sooner, and then we can go home and wrap our presents…and get ready for me to meet your dad tomorrow. Can you come with me?"

Luna wrapped her free arm around Harry's waist and nodded. "Let's go, then we can go back home…I mean, back to your home. And we can have cocoa maybe?"

"Sounds good, Luna. Let's go."

It was twelve hours until it was officially Christmas Eve, Harry couldn't have felt more anxious. Mr. Lovegood would surely remember Harry after their last disastrous encounter- how would the bumbling man react to Harry dating his daughter? He swallowed his fear, and intended to ask Hermione for advice upon seeing her.