Later on that night with Harry and Hermione...
"How do you think it went with Luna?" Harry asked as he and Hermione got ready for bed. "Did you think Ron told her how he felt?"
"I don't know." Hermione answered, thoughtful. "They seemed rather happy when they got back..."
He started to take off his shirt (then pants) before walking towards the drawer. He slid on his nightpants, then walked over to Hermione and began helping her with her shirt. She noticed his fingers lingering on certain places on her skin and smiled a little.
"I can do it myself." She told him quietly as he took off her shirt.
"I know." A small smile played on his lips as he got down to his knees and unbuttoned her pants. He left a trail of soft kisses around her navel as he slid them down her legs. She stepped out of them. Then unexpectantly, he picked her up, bridal style, and carried her to the bed. "Not to put anything on strongly-" He continued as he laid her down; she giggled as he did so. "But do you mind if I dress you?" He kissed her forehead, then her two cheeks, then even softer on her lips.
She shook her head slowly. He smiled.
Getting up, he went to the drawer, this time getting out his favorite night clothes on her. Carrying the familiar white and blue clothing, he returned to where Hermione lay.
First, he started with her shorts. As he guided them up her legs, he kissed them repeatedly, slowing down as he did so. He saw her close her eyes and bite her lip. He smiled and continued with that before putting on both of the shirts.
He smiled mischieviously as he looked down at her, feeling like an immature 14 year old again when he looked at her cleavage. With a sigh, he leaned down and kissed her again.
"Why bother putting my clothes on?" Hermione murmured breathlessly with a smile as he picked her up a little to carry her back against the headboards for a more comfortable position. "Because I think we both know you're going to take them off."
"Thanks for walking me home." Said Luna as she and Ron walked up to her door. "You didn't have to."
"I want to." Said Ron. "I wanted to make sure you got home safely."
"But I am safe, Ronald." She smiled up at him. "At least, that's how I feel. When I'm with you."
He smiled.
She fiddled with her keys, looking at them. "Well...I guess I better...get inside..."
He nodded, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Yeah...you, er, do that."
He started to back away when Luna got her door open.
"R-Ronald?" Her voice slightly shook.
Ron turned back to her. "Hmm?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
Luna bit her lip, then took a hesitant step forward. "You know how you told me about how you felt about me before we kissed?"
Ron's ears reddened as he nodded. "What about it?"
She reached out and took his hand, stepping even closer to him.
"Are we...?" She whispered. "Are we...you know...?"
"Together?"
Luna's cheeks turned pink. She nodded.
"Well...erm..." Ron's ears reddened. "Do...do you want to be?"
Luna hesitated, wondering how her response to that could go so many different ways on so many levels. But she just smiled, and gave him a slow nod, not realizing that Ron's heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
He smiled back at her. "Cool."
Nice going, Sherlock. He cursed himself silently.
Wait, her mouth is moving...
What did she just say?
"Ron?"
He blinked. "What? Oh, sorry. What did you say?"
"I said do you want to sleep with me? Maybe?"
She means sleeping. Came Harry's distant voice from inside of his head. She's not talking about having sex.
"I knew that." Ron murmured outloud.
"Knew what?"
"Oh-sorry, Luna. I was just...talking to myself. Yeah-that's it..." He then remembered what she asked. Yes, the burning question. "Sure. Yeah, I'll...sleep...here..."