AN : I do not own Harry Potter, if I did, wouldn't I be publishing this? For full credit, applaud JK Rowling.

Chapter 5: The Passing

As time went on that night, the kisses shared between Harry & Luna developed into other things. Whisperings and promises, expectations and truths. It became so difficult to keep up with what they were discussing that they had to cool themselves down and literally keep their hands off of each other.

"Okay," Harry said, breathing heavily as he straightened his shirt. "Before we go anywhere else tonight, I have to know things."

Luna managed to sit up and nod. She pulled her hair back and with a tap of her wand it was quickly tied behind her neatly. "I do as well. But I can see you want to go first, your eyes betray you again." She smiled.

"I've never done this before, sex, none of it. I've fooled around of course, but before Hogwarts I was never fancied by anyone, never had any girlfriends, so the thought that females find me fanciable is still a relatively new thought to me."

"The girls probably fancied you, you were simply too oblivious to realize it, I was able to count at least 5 times per DA meeting where the Patil's were competing over your attention. It got to be mostly irksome."

Harry wasn't sure what to do with that knowledge so he shook it out of his mind. "Obviously, I don't know any charms or anything for sex, accidentally getting pregnant right now would not be conducive to battling You Know Who."

"A witch must take it upon herself to know contraceptive magic at the time she becomes a woman. I've known the spells since I was 13. So there's nothing to worry about with all of that." She said, reaching out and pulling on his shirt. "I am worried about how much longer I'm expected to sit here and wonder how much longer I'll have to go before seeing you... properly."

Harry swallowed hard. "I'd planned on waiting, honestly I had. But, with tomorrow so incredibly uncertain, with people dying daily, I don't want to die not knowing what it's like to be with someone."

"Nor do I. I'm flattered and kind of guilty feeling that I get to have you first, it's not something I thought I would ever get, I thought you thought me too odd. You were polite, but never showed the sort of interest in me that you showed other girls."

"I noticed you, I just didn't...I did think you were odd at first, I can't lie about that. But over the last few years, I've gotten to know you so well. We balance each other well...and honestly I need more balance in my life."

"I've never been with anyone, Harry. But of course, I know charms for preventing messes also, should anything occur. Will our copulation indicate a deeper level of commitment, or is this just to get off?" She inquired.

Harry laughed, her verbiage never ceased to amaze him, then centered him. He folded his hands in his lap, then thinking better of it, he placed his hands on hers. "I'm pretty certain I'm falling in love with you Luna Lovegood." Harry said fearlessly.

"And I am falling in love with you, Harry Potter. We're both not there yet, but like you'd said, I don't want to die not knowing. So, even if we fall apart, I am happy to have saved myself to give you the same honor you give me." She leaned in. "Anything else?" Her face looked semi-impatient.

"No, nothing else."

She grinned mischievously. "Good!" She pulled him in and Harry had a second of wondering what he was getting himself into. Their lips met as Luna's hands raced down Harry's back. She pulled at the back of his shirt and crept it up along his spine, eventually managing to pull it over his head. Their lips parted with a smack. She pulled his shirt close to her face and inhaled loudly before tossing it to the door. Harry was grabbed at her shirt awkwardly, not removing it with an iota of the grace she had his. His hands rolled over her ivory smooth skin. He felt her erupt in goose bumps as his hands roamed over her.

Her shirt came off and Harry stared down at her, her chest rising up and down rapidly. Her breasts were tiny but perky, her nipples hardened by their activity. Harry threw his inhibitions to the wind and pressed his lips against each of them in turn.

Luna whimpered.

Harry felt Luna's hands creeping down his waist and unbuckling his belt and pant's buttons. He resisted the urge to laugh, the sensation of having her hands there, anyone's hands there, was foreign to him and made him have a strange feeling in his gut.

Harry held himself up with one hand as his free hand fought to undo her skirt. The skirt slid off her slender legs and revealed a pair of plain black underwear. Luna's eyes met his.

"If you want what's beneath those, I want what's beneath yours. Off with them then." She smiled plainly.

Harry pulled himself back to his knees and removed his pair of plain brown boxers. He watched her expectantly, and she for the first time in memory, flushed momentarily. She quickly recovered and slid hers off.

"I can see you're ready to go, but take this slow please, I want to remember our first time vividly." She whispered into his ear as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down on top of her.

Harry steadied himself and thought about what was about to happen. He looked fully at her, she had put her radish earrings back in, though they were slightly hidden behind her head now. He looked at her face, somehow made more beautiful by the signs of torture she'd endured. Lastly, he met her eyes, her blue-grey eyes full of excitement. Harry thrust forward, missing his mark on the first, and even the second attempt. With a helping hand, Luna positioned him, thereafter the lover's were intertwined, and their childhood passed into memory. Harry remembered her request to go slowly, and so slowly he went. Until, at least, he was begged to do otherwise. And as the night ended, the romance of Luna Lovegood & Harry Potter began, officially.