Luna walked up the stairs; dropping off the work she had edited in the study and scribbled a quick note for Jacque instructing him what to do with them. She paused at the door to Remus' rooms, and gave a quick knock before going in.
"Remus? Dinner is ready, I hope you won't mind, but I made spaghetti." She looked around, but couldn't seem to find him anywhere. The room was clean and smelled slightly musky, like a man had wrapped the room around himself and wore it for a day. Remus peeked out of the bathroom to the left, clad only in a towel around his waist.
"Sorry Luna, but I just got out. I'll be down in a second." Luna nodded, and calmly left the room, closing the door behind her. After running down the stairs, she whirled around the last step, gripping the banister with all her might. She exhaled and leaned against the wall and banister, trying to clear her mind of thoughts that she had hoped were dead and buried. Her mind raced to remember Remus, his wet hair shaping his sharp face, his tight muscles and gorgeous figure. Her mind never failed to remember every tiny detail of Remus' body each time she had examined his wounds. She shook her head and swept the thoughts back with her hair behind her ear. Every time she wished to move something to the back of her mind, she swept her hair behind her right ear. Sighing lightly, she went into the kitchen and prepared the table. Remus came in soon after and leaned onto the door frame. He was wearing his usual brownish purple suit pants and a blue gay shirt that was slightly open to reveal a long scar across his neck. Luna glanced at him for a moment and set the food onto the table. Remus sat across from her and smiled politely.
"Everything looks wonderful Luna, thank you for the room by the way." Luna smiled and piled pasta onto his plate as he reached next to her and moved the bowl of sauce closer towards him. Their arms brushed, and Luna hesitated for a split second and smiled as she retreated back to her own plate. They ate in comfortable silence until Remus spoke.
"I guess I should explain…" Luna broke out of her trance, knowing that she'd been caught looking at the scare on his neck.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I've never seen it before, and it would have disappeared if you scratched yourself as the wolf because I know that I gave you enough potions…" Remus held up his hand to silence her, and she blushed and began to stare at her food and play with it.
"Grayback marked me when he attacked me, the nurses at St. Mungo's told me that it was too deep to heal properly with most magical treatment. So, they let it heal naturally and it is currently permanent." Luna looked up.
"I think I could get rid of it." She said, standing up and walking up behind him.
"Let me see." She felt his neck tense under her thin fingers as she delicately tilted up his chin. He swallowed lightly and relaxed.
"Does it hurt when you tilt your head back?" she breathed.
"Not really, no. But it does whenever I try to drink a healing potion or put water and ointment on it." She nodded and stared intently. The wound was deep and was not a clean cut. The edges were spiky while the middle was puffy and tender.
"Does it hurt when you touch it?" She inquired, poised to touch it just to check.
"Yes ." he hissed as she skimmed it accidentally with her pinky.
"Sorry! You moved." She jumped back. Remus carefully massaged the back of his neck.
"That's all right Luna; you know how bad I am about trying not to move during examinations." Luna nodded and sat back down. They spoke occasionally during bites about other things, Harry and Ginny, the Weasleys, and of old times at Hogwarts, but the room remained slightly tense, and the silence comforted them both the most. Once they were done, Luna rose to clear the dishes but was caught by Remus, who sat her back down and made it clear that she had made dinner, so he must clean up. He made a steaming pot of tea first, and then set about cleaning the table. He was nearly done when Luna realized that he'd forgotten his own plate. So, she reached across the table and attempted to carry it to him when he whirled around to get said plate. Luna breathed in sharply, as she gazed into his wide amber eyes that glowed in the firelight. He took the plate carefully from her hands and bowed his head in thanks, and turned back to the dishes. Luna stood for a second, watching him work and then sat down again. Remus looked over his shoulder at her a few times and smiled politely whenever he caught her eye, and she blushed furiously and sipped her tea. Once he was done, he walked into the front room and lit a fire for her, and they sat together with tea and some chocolate pudding and watched the flames until they died out. Luna dozed off occasionally and soon found herself wrapped in Remus' arms as her carried her up to bed. She snuggled in quickly and murmured a charm that changed her into pajamas and she sleepily said a 'Goodnight,' and a 'Thank you.' To Remus. He gazed at her for a moment and brushed her hair away from her face with his finger tips and then left silently and proceeded towards his own rooms.