Harry's mother and father, at first entirely shocked by their son's request to the king, sat dutifully behind the couple and the church official. After the king agreed to Harry's request, there was little either of them could do about the arrangement that would forever bind their son to a commoner and negate his availability to other women of prestige. Harry's mother was the first to have a change of heart, which occurred shortly after he noticed her in a heated conversation with his professor. Eventually both of his parents offered their blessing and it turned out his father actually liked Luna's slightly disconnected way of looking at things.
Upon Harry's return to the castle, he had searched high and low to find the girl, but she hadn't made it easy. He had looked in every corridor, searched their area of the forest, and then went to meet her father. The man, considered to be a little out of sync with reality, was thrilled to hear the news, but regretted to say that Luna had not been there in two days. Only when he thought he was out of options and had lost his momentum did he remember the hidden room he had shown her.
Luna had been sitting in the very center of the room, her legs crossed beneath her skirts and a book propped open in her lap. The scrape of his shoes had alerted her to his presence. Without looking at him, she closed the book and stood. With a heavy sigh she began, "I didn't realize you would be returning so soon, I -" her sentence was cut off by a shout she exclaimed in surprise. Harry had grabbed her by the waist, picked her up from the ground, and spun her around three times, a gleeful smile on his face. Without any words from him, she understood.
It was not a royal wedding; there were no trumpeters and there were not hundreds of guests. The citizens were invited into the throne room to watch the local ceremony. Harry had made certain that Luna's dress looked exactly as she pleased, and he couldn't hold back a smile when she made her entrance in a flowing white gown with tiny bits of lace lining the sleeves and train. The smile broadened when he saw her pink bare toes peeking out from under the hem as she stepped forward. Her bouquet was made of purple and white flowers, just like the ones they had carried to her mother's grave many years before. The only difference was a single yellow rose in the very center of the bunch.
The ceremony was short, with none of the fancy flourish and contractual statements that laced the nuptials of important figures. In fact, before Harry knew it, Luna was staring at him with expectant eyes and an impish smile. The words "husband and wife" registered in his brain after a half second and he leaned forward to kiss her supple lips.
"My knight," Luna whispered as they parted.
"My lady."
Author's Note:
And there you have it! I always personally thought Harry and Luna should have been together. If you made it all the way through this non-magical AU, I thank you greatly. Please leave a review if you feel so inclined. Thank you much!
According to Wikipedia, a yellow rose means, among other things, friendship. A thornless rose means "love at first sight". White and purple flowers are generally a combination of "whimsical" "daydreaming" "devotion" and "peace". A daffodil symbolizes "uncertainty, chivalry, respect or unrequited love, return my affection" while a yellow tulip means "hopeless love".