AN: I do not own Harry Potter, I'm just a fangirl :)
I apperated into her front yard just as the sun dipped below the horizon. I just stood there, watching it for several minutes before I heard the front door slamming. I turned just in time to see Luna rush into me, wrapping her arms around my middle. I rested my face in her hair as the tears I had been fighting finally fell. I dropped my bag, my arms finding their way around her. I couldn't hold in the sobs anymore, the realization that my world had fallen apart hitting me.
She just stood there, holding me as my legs gave out and pulled us into the tall grass. After darkness fell and my cries died away, she pulled me up from the ground and grabbed my bag before taking my hand and leading me inside. Once I was settled on the couch, she finally spoke: "I'll put the tea on." And she disappeared into her kitchen. I just sat numbly, staring into the fire until she brought us both out a cup of Chamomile.
Luna sat next to me and said simply, "Talk."
I told her everything, from slowly noticing Draco's problem to this afternoon and my never wanting to see him again. She quietly sat there, listening. When I was done, she told me I could stay as long as I wanted.
"Do you think he'll ever get better?"
She slowly shook her head before replying, "I hope so." She saw my face fall and quickly changed the subject to what the Quibbler was publishing these days. She always had a knack for distracting you whenever you needed to forget something, if just for a little while; I always loved that about her.
We finished our tea and sat chatting into the night before her phone rang in the other room. I asked her not to answer, that it was Draco anyway, but she did. They talked for only a moment before Luna came back, saying he was on his way. I nodded before going upstairs to her guestroom.
I should have known that stupid git wouldn't just leave me alone.
A couple minutes later I heard the loud crack of someone apperating outside. I tricked myself into thinking it was someone else during the silence before his knocks rattled the rickety house. Luna's voice echoed upstairs as she called to him through the door, telling him to leave, that I didn't want to see him. His bangs only became louder as he called out my name. He went on for ten minutes before I finally stuck my head out the window.
"Draco, would you just leave already?"
"Ron! Please, I'm really sorry. Could you just come down here so we can talk about this?"
"There's nothing to talk about. We're through. Just leave me alone." I moved to close the window, but what he said next froze me in anger.
"Please, Ron! I love you! Please, just come home!"
I couldn't believe my ears. How dare he say that to me! I don't remember what I yelled at him, all I know is it was horrible. The words just spilled from my heart to my mouth, completely bypassing my brain. It scarily reminded me of when I wore that damned locket during the war. I had never been so mad in my entire life. What was left of my heart broke as I watched his face distort in pain before I slammed the window closed.
I threw myself into the bed, my work robes still on. I tried to sleep, but my brain just wouldn't settle down. It wasn't until thunder rocked the sky that I realized that I never heard the pop of Draco leaving. When Luna knocked on my door, my suspicions were confirmed:
That asshole was camping out in her yard.