Yes. this is the last 'chapter'. I'll probaly write more Cedric/Luna fics in the future, so keep a look out! I'm glad that everyone who reviewed enjoyed the C/L idea. Hopefully, there will be more writers who'll start this up too.

-x-liv

They were sitting together in the Three Broomsticks, in a darker corner of the room, neither noticing or being noticed by the other customers surrounding them. Cedric ignored some of the students wearing those stupid badges the Slytherins made up and concentrated on the girl in front of him.

Luna was stirring (whatever her drink was) idly, staring off into space. Cedric watched her lift the goblet to her lips and briefly wished he was the rim of the cup. She grinned to herself, sensing that Cedric was staring at her. She turned to look at him.

"What?" she asked with a smile, taking the moment to sip more liquid from her glass. Cedric shrugged in response, looking at her with a tilt of his head.

"What do you know about dragons?" he asked in a low whisper. Luna quirked an eyebrow at him.

"They're easily distracted, and have trouble seeing in color, that's why they hoard. Why are you asking?" Cedric had his lips pursed together to keep from smiling at her.

"Just wondering what you'd say."

"So you think I'm making it up?" asked Luna, her voice rising a bit. Cedric held up his hands, a full blown grin across his face.

"No, no, no," he said. "What are you drinking?"

Luna frowned, a mused by the subject change. "Cinnamon Butter Beer,' she said. "Dad has the house elf make it sometimes, he sends it to Madame Rosemerta for Christmas," she paused to take a sip. "You want some?" Cedric shrugged and took the glass she offered him.

It had a spicy flavor, almost a combination of cinnamon and gingerbread. The hybrid drink had the same affect as butter beer, warming him from the inside out. Cedric placed the goblet down on the table in-between them and leaned in to kiss Luna.

A first year Griffindor standing next to their table grinned in aw at them.

"'Tis the season," the first year muttered joyfully to himself. "'Tis the season."