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"You put one foot here, oh, the other there." Luna edged his feet onto the peddles while Harry struggled to find a comfortable seating position. His cheeks were red with embarrassment, as they were on a public cycling trail conveniently located a mile from their wooden log cabin.
Harry had never learned to ride a bike.
It made sense, the Dursleys' made him sleep in a cupboard for eleven years before letting him sleep in a real room. Why would they dare teach him a vital life lesson?
Alright, not a vital life lesson, but an important stepping stone for a child. It was about letting go, growing up, being independent. Luna was taught to ride her first bicycle at six by her mother and father. She could remember the sound of muggle cars rushing by her on the street as her pastel pink bicycle wobbled from side to side. Her mother had barely lifted her hand from the small of her back when Luna began to gain speed, balancing her weight on the burning metal two-wheeler. With summer air through her blonde hair, she sped down the pavement, only stopping to look in the window of a local florist's shop. Luna quickly called for her parents and begged them to buy her a lily. She considered them her favorite flower because of that memory.
That story was the reason they were there. Harry had begged her for stories of her childhood, to which after hearing, Luna asked when he learned.
"I never did." He stated, shrugging his sweater-clad shoulders as if it were nothing.
Her silvery blue eyes widened, "Harry!" She yelled, compelling him to jump off their cream colored leather couch in defense.
"What?" He questioned, the wrinkles on his top smoothed out as he threw his arms in the air.
"You," Luna poked her finger into his chest. "Mr, need to learn to ride a bike."
"Luna. Luna!" Harry shouted, his black bicycle had toppled onto the ground, bringing him with it.
She stared, giggling along with a group of children that'd ran by playing tag. Her boyfriend lay on the ground, sighing in shame with flushed cheeks and dirt on his jeans. Harry propped himself up on his elbows and asked, "Is there something funny? 'Cause I didn't hear anyone say a joke."
"Harry Potter, do not get sassy with me." She grinned, the same dreamy look in her eyes as there was on their first date.
She'd taken him to this quiet spot in the woods her, well, it's now their cottage, was. They had a little picnic while Luna told him all about the creatures she grew up with. Nargles, Wrackspurts, Crumple-Horned Snorkacks...
The thought of them made him smile but was brought back to reality when a cheesy line popped into his head. "Or what?"
"I'll sick the Wrackspurts onto you." Luna glared, standing over him while her loose yellow and blue floral print dress gently blew in the wind.
She never lost her quirks. That's what Harry loved about her. She remained herself, despite growing into adult responsibilities. He knew he couldn't see those funny little creatures she always rambled about, but to him, it was endearing. How she would go on and on for hours about her and her father's findings from their latest exhibition. It made Harry truly happy to see her smile. Something he thought he'd never experience, yet there he was.
There she was.