Stardust
by papermask

Rating: G
Ship: Ron & Luna
Canon: Books 1 - 7
Genre: Romance
Status: Complete
Length: 460 words in 1 chapter
Published: 21 Aug 2012
Last updated: 21 Aug 2012

Ron never likes to tear down Luna's dreams. They are always such beautiful dreams. // drabble

From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/9006/

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1. Stardust

“They’re back.”

The faraway sound of her voice was enough to make him open his eyes. From what he could tell, it was nighttime. How long
had he been asleep? Ron looked over toward the window where moonlight cascaded through the glass. She was perched in the
corner of the window seat, looking ever so small and delicate. Ron felt a slight blush rise into his face, as though he
had invaded some sort of secret place that she alone was allowed to visit.

“Who’s back?” he asked quietly while rising out of the bed and making his way over to her. He knelt by her side. Luna
turned to face him, her eyes bright.

“The stars,” she responded, beaming. Ron smiled in return, though he was rather confused.

“What do you mean? The stars hadn’t gone anywhere,” he asked softly. Luna’s smile faltered, and she turned her head back
toward the window. Ron felt a pang in his heart.

“Not that they couldn’t have gone anywhere,” he tried, “I just meant that-“

“I know what you meant, Ronald. I suppose I should be more specific,” Luna responded, her smile back. Ron felt himself
sigh slightly with relief.

“What I meant,” Luna continued, “Is that the war has been over for a year, and just now are the stars starting to shine
as brightly as they did before it had begun.”

She turned her gaze back to the sky while Ron sat in silence. The war was never an easy thing to think about, for any of
them. Yes, a great evil had been defeated, but all of the strife and bloodshed hadn’t made it easy for survivors to move
on. Ron rarely thought about what had happened. In fact, he instinctively tried to avoid it. But he knew he couldn’t run
forever. He looked back up at Luna, seemingly so fragile. Then, it occurred to Ron that she wasn’t fragile at all. She
had lived through the horrors just as he had, and she had her own losses. The only difference between them was that Luna
allowed herself to continue to dream. She knew that the goodbyes of this earth weren’t forever, and that, despite how
tragic it all may seem, beauty and magic can always be found. Ron felt himself smile. He cupped Luna’s cheek, turning
her to him. He pulled her into a gentle kiss, and he felt her smile. They both looked up through the glass at the night
sky.

“You, know Luna, I hadn’t noticed that the stars hadn’t been shining as brightly,” Ron said.

“Why do you think that is?” she responded. Ron grinned.

“Because they are always radiant when I’m with you.”
