So, I was finally inspired to write another pairing, and here it is. It kind of just spilled out, but I'm happy with it, and glad to get back to writing after such a long stint of no inspiration.

"Rolf, I think we're almost there. Daddy said the nest was over the third hill."

"Yes, I can see the third hill there. Perhaps a kilometer away." Rolf took Luna's hand as they hurried down the hill. Even after four years, Luna's enthusiasm never failed to bring a smile to his face.

He's joined her on hundreds of expeditions in search of various creatures. They have managed to prove the existence of almost every one of the creatures she was once ridiculed for believing in. The nargle colony in Norway was first. Their photographs in The Quibbler, which had quickly overtaken The Daily Prophet in popularity after the war, had taken wizarding Britain by storm.

That discovery was followed soon after by finding the wrackspurt colony in Romania, and the photographs of the blibbering humdinger in Italy. And now, here he was, four years later, hoping to cross the final creature off her list. Mr. Lovegood had some intel that the creature they were searching for nested in these very hills.

They were climbing the hill now. Luna had cast a disillusionment charm on them, and a silencing charm on their feet. He really admired her spellwork. It was leaps and bounds above his own. It was not wonder she had been at Harry Potter's side during the various battles. She was a proud Defender of Hogwarts, and yet she still wished to be with him, a lowly animal enthusiast.

They crept over the hill and peered into the valley. He heard Luna stifle a gasp beside him. There, in the valley below them, was an entire colony of crumple horned snorkacks.

He heard shuffling, then silence. Luna had obviously cast a wider reaching silencing charm. He knew she was taking photographs. He took care to focus on various groups of snorkacks. They would review the memory later.

He felt her hand on his arm, so he stood and turned to go. Halfway down the hill, Luna cancelled her previous charms. She smiled before she took his hand and Apparated them away. They appeared back at their campsite and Luna dropped her pack with a happy sigh.

"The wrackspurts were correct again, Rolf. They told me I would find all of the creatures before my 25th birthday, and I have."

Rolf was struck again by how beautiful she was as she stood there with a serene smile. He gathered his courage and reached for her hands.

"Luna, dearest, I cannot tell you how proud of you I am that you have accomplished your lofty goals. I sincerely hope the wrackspurts have not said too much, however. I would hate to have this surprise ruined."

"Rolf, dearest, what are you trying to say?"

Rolf released her hands and knelt at her feet. "My lovely Luna. I have followed you to the ends of the earth. Will you allow me to follow you for the rest of my life? Will you marry me?"

Luna's eyes lost their trademark dreamy look in the face of her shock. The smile that graced her face made Rolf's day much brighter. "Oh, Rolf! Of course! Yes, of course! Nothing would make me happier."

Rolf stood, sliding a ring on her finger as he did so. She didn't even bother to look at it as she felt it resize to fit her finger. She was lost in his eyes.

After a few moments, the dreamy look returned to her eyes. She turned and led Rolf back to their tent. As she lifted the flap, she glanced over her shoulder.

"We must hurry and plan the wedding, dearest. We have to be married within the year. I'd hate to tell the wrackspurts they were wrong."