Tease by michou

Rating: PG13
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Ron & Luna
Book: Ron & Luna, Books 1 - 5
Published: 31/03/2004
Last Updated: 05/09/2004
Status: In Progress

Ronald Weasley, a top ministry official and Luna Lovegood, an upcoming artist, meet at one of
Luna's exhibits. Tests of wills and sexual tension equal Love? Not bloody likely!




1. Prologue
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A.N: This is my FIRST Ron/Luna fic. I got the idea from…something I was reading. It's a
slightly AU plot and mentions of DG and HHr.

**Tease |** *Prologue*

He was mad, furious actually. He could probably break steel with his bare hands. The blond lithe
woman in front of him was able to evoke such strong numerous emotions; it was a feat in itself that
he didn't explode.

“I don't belong to you!” She shouted, her body rigid, blue eyes flashing, her fist clenching
and unclenching.

The impact of those words slammed into Ron one by one until he felt like a broken shell. He had
to stand his ground, he had to make her understand.

“You are going to move in with me Luna.” He said it so calm; it made something in Luna snap.

“Find someone else to fuck Ronald. I'm not one of your dolls you can pick up and dictate to
at will!”

“Luna…” He growled, his temper starting to rise again, the Weasley temper that was known to be
so volatile rose and broke as he watched Luna turn to leave. He could move fast when he wanted to
and grabbed her shoulders; resisting the incredible urge to shake her, shake sense into her.

Forcing her to look at him he said desperately, “You have to listen to me.”

Luna glared as she struggled to move out of his grip her blond hair whipping around them and
cursed him as his hold remained strong. Realizing she couldn't shrug her way out of his hand
she kneed him in the gut and as his hold on her lessened, Luna slugged him, causing him to let go
of her other arm and stumble backwards.

“I hate you Ronald Weasley. I never want to see you again!” With that, like something that could
only be seen in the movies, Luna grabbed her coat and ran out of Ron's flat and life. It was
all he could do to stand up. It was all he could do to stand there as he heard his heart beat
pounding in his ears. How had it ever come to this?

*

TBC?

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2. Chapter One: An Art Exhibit
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**Tease** | *Chapter One*

Ronald, Ron to his friends and family, was bored. He was at an art exhibit featuring the work of
some young up and coming artist whom he'd never heard of; Moony Lovejoy or something of the
sort. The only reason he was torturing himself listening to the cheesy jazz music and looking at
even worse paintings was because his sister, Virginna Weasley, had had another ticket. Thanks to
her no good boyfriend ditching her at the last minute and a good amount of begging and pitiful
glances Ron had relented. So here he was in his best suit, a glass of brandy in hand, and wishing
to all seven levels of hell that his sister had set her sight on another one of their brothers.

After an hour Ron was bored to the point of reflecting his life. As he walked around he mused to
himself; how much of a social life did he have when he depended on the evilness of his sister to
get out of the house? Being a top executive in the Ministry, he had the money, house, car, smarts,
charm, and when he wanted, the women. He had it all.

“Yeah right,” he thought to himself. That was why he was standing alone looking at an oddly
distorted landscape of hills and plains. The caption under the painting said it was called
”S*EX”.*

Ron had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. It was probably painted by some tall nerdy schmuck
who figured painting was a way to get some from a desperate groupie. Determined to figure out the
painting Ron stared at it. The longer he analyzed it the more aggravated he became and the urge to
leave became even stronger.

*What was making him stay?*

As he swirled the untouched brandy around in the glass he went over the question in his mind. If
he was a whimsical type of fellow he would say his gut was telling him to say. However, Ronald
Weasley was a realist, and things like gut feelings and fate were for pansies that read poetry,
built homes for their cats, and wanked off daily. You got nothing by being whimsical, only defeated
and alone.

~

Luna Lovegood, not Moony Lovejoy, was bored as well. The flattering comments about her paintings
were just that, flattering; but she had heard it before. Her manager had already tried many, many
times in the past two hours to get her to mingle and get more sales but Luna, in her own way
ignored the snot. It was an art, Luna reflected as she sipped her champagne, to convince the rest
of the world you were dotty. Cross your eyes, ignore those who annoyed you, make odd comments at
odd times, and people were easily convinced. Congratulations, you are a Loony! Luna rolled her
eyes. Society was stupid, and she'd have to be forcibly removed from her corner to go take part
in it.

“Luna,” Neville said his sweaty palms touching her shoulder. Luna shifted narrowed eyes to her
medium height, brown haired, big eyed slightly overweight manager. Normally Luna would have given a
much warmer greeting but true to her artist temperament she was in one of her `moods' and was
determined to say in it. From her low cut fire engine red mini dress to her black leather three
inch heeled knee boots, she looked the part of the temperamental and wild artist.

Truth be told, she was in a rut.

She had not had an inspiring thought in weeks; it was the reason why she was in such a rotten
mood. The feeling was just plain unpleasant.

“Luna.” Neville started again, “I know you aren't in a good mood but Luna, please, talk to
some people.”

Luna said nothing as she lifted the champagne glass to her lips.

“Please?” Neville asked desperately, “You need to make yourself appear better to the critics and
patrons.”

Luna sighed, “Fine Neville. I'll mingle.”

She pushed herself off the wall and walked from the hallway and into the gallery. It was quiet;
people were talking in soft whispers and standing around in small groups. Most people didn't
know what she looked like so Luna was pretty much free to do as she pleased. The few people who
knew who she was had already stopped by and offered their opinions and praise. Anonymous she was
pretty much free to roam as she pleased.

Luna sighed loudly as she surveyed the room once again trying to find someone who remotely
sparked her interests. No such luck. She was just about to give up when she caught sight of
*him**.* Tall, broad shoulders, handsome features, red hair a person couldn't find in
a bottle, black tailored suit and tie, and the cutest nose scrunched up in confusion. Luna licked
her canine teeth in anticipation as her throat went dry. He'd be delicious.

~

Ron must've been looking at the painting for thirty straight minutes and it still wasn't
making any more sense. He was sorely willing to five up but knew he'd have to face another
painting that would make him even more confused.

“Are you confused?” The voice pierced his fog making Ron shift his weight from his left foot to
his right and he sighed as his leg communicated its relief.

“Only slightly.” He paused, hoping the person would catch the hint and go away. Only they
didn't and moved closer invading his personal space in the process. His frustration getting the
best of him Ron added, “Only a sexless art whore would understand this garbage.”

Not seeing a quick eye brow rise and only hearing the laugh, a light, mischievous, and purely
feminine laugh, Ron finally turned his attention to his company. He was expecting a short dumpy
bottle red head with sloppily applied make up, a too tight dirty black dress and old black combat
boots. When he saw a sexy, blue eyed natural blonde, in a red dress that only required a good tug
to see her goods, and a well made up face with just the right amount of make up enhancing her blue
eyes, pert nose, high check bones, full red lips, Ron finally lifted his glass of brandy to his
lips.

He had the feeling he would need the slight buzz the brandy would deliver.

His eyes focused on her lips that curved into a coquettish smile.

“Hello.” The sensual greeting from the perfect red lips, followed by her body leaning in and
touching his so closely that he could see her full breasts if he happened to look down, her eyes
sparking in challenge made the buzz from the brandy redundant.

*Hello,* Ron thought as he finally gave into temptation and looked down to see what the
dress was so shamelessly displaying. He felt all the blood rush south and smirked in challenge.

*Well chap, it seems we have a tease.*

**TBC**

**Thanks so much for the reviews****! I** **apologize for the short prologue. I hope it
met everyone's expectations and gave more of a background. Did you like or dislike? Review
please?**

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3. Chapter Two: The Pick Up?
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Tease | Chapter Two

“Well,” Luna replied flipping her hair back, “I happen to be an expert on art. What seems to be
the problem?”

Ron, looking over Luna again, figured he had two options on how to proceed. He could be charming
and sophisticated or he could play the naïve inexperienced handsome young man. Watching her shift
so she leaned in closer to him, Ron decided a nice mixture of the two personalities would do the
trick nicely.

“It’s the painting’s perspective.” Ron said with his left hand gesturing to the landscape while
wrapping his right arm around her waist.

Actually curious and slightly preoccupied Luna asked, “What don’t you understand?”

He was so handsome and so built! She could feel his muscles along her back and resisted the urge
to sigh her contentment.

“They way she portrays the landscapes, having one landscape, different landscapes overlapping.”
He was pleased when he heard the change in her voice as she asked him her question, “If I wasn’t
impressed with the sharpness along with the boldness of the brush strokes I would’ve left by
now.”

Luna let herself bask in the surprising glow of his unintentional compliment before
answering.

“This.” Luna said setting her flute of champagne for Ron to sip, his brandy finished just a
minute before, “I think is something that was meant for total mass interpretation, no two people
are going to have the same opinion. You see how the landscaped over lap?” He pointed to the very
definitive line in the middle of the work, “That, to me, shows, how the world depends on each
other.”

Ron turned and focused his bland stare to the blonde. Luna being the hard core woman she was
stared back in challenge further defending Ron’s motive for attack. Ron, fully in character,
blushed and turned his state back to the painting.

*

A few minutes later he had formed his own idea of the painting.

“I have a different perspective of it.” He drew out his response in the guise of being shy.
Giving a quick glance to eyes and seeing the blue eyes misty he looked back at the painting.

“What’s your interpretation…” She trailed off and pulled away from his embrace and smirked,
“What’s your name?”

Ron let himself flush again but to contradict the rush of blood smirked as well.

“I don’t know your name.”

Luna smiled as she licked her right canine tooth her enjoying the feel of her blood pumping. Her
cocky response, “I asked you first.”

Ron gave in because it was faster, the faster he answered, the faster the evening would go, and
thus the faster he’d be in her bed.

“Ron Weasley.”

Not letting him off the hook Luna asked, “Ron or Ronald?”

Ron’s ego was not going to let her get off with asking two questions in a row, “Your name
miss?”

“Ron or Ronald?” Was the smart answer, her left hand on her hip, her body stance defiant.

“Ronald.”

“Oh.” She flashed a quick smile, “Luna.”

It was his turn to question, “Just Luna? No last name?”

“My last name.” Luna cocked her head to the side, “Is not really all that important.”

Probably had a problem with a stalker but to be cute he replied, “Mysterious.” He looked back to
the painting, “Do you want to know my opinion?”

Luna leaning back into him, careful not to bruise his ego, she purred, “Of course.”

“If this piece if really about ‘love’ than maybe its not the world that is dependant but a
person who is in love, their perspective about the word changes. The lines blur for that
person.”

Ron took a sip from Luna’s flute as he let the words sink. ‘Luna’ if that really was her name,
was a very extraverted person. He could actually see his words flow through her head.

“I think you have more of a handle on this art interpretation than you think.”

Ron blushed again, “Thank you.”

*

Luna knew Ron’s game. Probably better than he knew it himself. Pretend to be seduced and thus
have less work to do while increasing your own ego. Oh yes, Luna knew this game well, she played it
often. It was necessary for a girl to know the games men played. It was easier to avoid getting
hurt. She’d seen it happen and concluded that falling in love was for fools. Her mother didn’t
raise a fool.

“Perhaps.” He looked her over, “You don’t seem to be the type to hang around stuffy art
shows.”

He really had no idea who she was?!

“Am I your type?”

She was most definitely was Luna realized as she watched him smile.

“Answer my question first,” He flirted giving his most charming smile.

“Things like this amuse me.” She bit her bottom lip before smiling, “You find such interesting
people at events like this.” She took his hand and was surprised at the sudden rush of warmth that
started from his hand. She spun her head to look at him, her hair flying around her, haloing her
face for a moment before settling back around her shoulders. Luna heard his breathe catch and
wondered briefly was the red headed Adonis was thinking.

So she was biased. So what?

If she was any other woman, more like her friends, she would’ve have realized she was falling
for him. Since she wasn’t her friends she just knew she wanted him bad. Really bad. But she was
content enough to play his game. At least all men were consistent.

“There us another piece I think you might like.” Luna pulled his hand leading him to another
painting. She wanted to receive more compliments. It had nothing to do with the fact that she
wanted to hear them from Ron.

*

Who knew art could be so entertaining? Well, Ron thought shoving his fists into his suit pants
as he walked with Luna along the almost deserted streets. It was a surprisingly warm spring night
and neither one of them needed a coat. Luna, having some sense of modestly had put on a light mink
coat.

“I think you have learned well young grasshopper.” Luna said.

The exhibit was a tremendous success. “The artist was one lucky bastard.” Ron mentioned once
during the evening during one of his ‘confidant’ periods. The artist wasn’t a lucky bastard but a
lucky bitch, Luna thought to herself. Not only were her works selling but she was anticipating on
one other thing. She was planning on getting LAID!

*

“Thanks for walking me home.” Ron heard Luna thank. Ever since they left, Ron had been operating
on pilot mode. He had more fun with Luna hand he’d had in a long time. It was slightly unnerving,
his desire to know more about her and talk to her more. Sure the urge to sleep with her was still
there but it was no longer his primary focus.

“Your welcome.” Ron forced himself to say. At this point his blood would usually be pumping with
anticipation of the sex that promised to come. Right now, Ron was having a problem distinguishing
what he did and did not want.

“Would you like to come in?” Luna asked leaning against the door. She really wished he would, “I
make a good pot of coffee.”

Both of them knew what she was offering and neither one knew how to correspond.

It had never been like this! Luna thought to herself. If he wasn’t going to kiss her than she
was going to kiss him! Without putting much thought into her actions Luna grabbed his suit jacket
and crashed her lips to his leaning her body against his. Sure at first he stiffened up but like a
typical man, he started to kiss her back. ALL men, Luna reflected, even as the warmth spread from
her lips to her toes, could not resist a warm willing body.

It was, after all, the gender’s fatal flaw.

Luna reached behind herself to open the door put gasped into Ron’s mouth when he reached for her
hand before he pulled away. His hand was so warm.

“Good night Luna.”

Luna blinked and even though she was warm shivered as she unconsciously gripped his hand.

“Ronald…” She blinked again trying to focus, “What’s wrong?”

Ron shook his head, “We only just know each other and it wouldn’t be right.” Ron took a deep
breathe before bringing Luna’s knuckles to his lips, “We should take things slow.”

Luna looked like she couldn’t believe was he was saying while Ron really couldn’t believe what
he was saying.

“Slow.” Luna repeated disbelieving.

Ron nodded. He couldn’t believe what he was doing but he couldn’t shake the feeling that what he
was saying was, well, right. He kissed her hand again taking a deep breathe of the faint smell of
her flowery perfume before leaning forward and kissing her forehead. He looked into her dazed eyes
and smiled at her as he took pleasure in the surprising satisfaction he felt from her reaction to
him.

“Good night Luna.” He whispered. Ron was about to leave but Luna grabbed his hand again.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” Luna asked suddenly trying not to lose control of the situation.

Ron smiled, pushing her blonde hair from her face, “Of course. The café we passed by, do you
want to meet there about three?”

Luna nodded still in a daze. Ron smiled at her one last time before he turned and walked back
down the stairs to the warm spring evening.

*

What in hell just happened? Luna didn’t know how long she stood there. All she knew was her body
still hummed. She finally opened the door and walked into her loft dropping the keys on the Queen
Mary table she kept by the door. What happened? No man ever had ever treated her so nicely or gave
her so much respected. He was a man but what made him different? How did he make her feel so
different? Ronald, Luna realized as she lay in bed unable to sleep due to her anxiousness, realized
Ron was a man. That was what made him different. All of the other ‘men’ were just boys she’d picked
up occasionally.

Ronald Weasley was a man who made her feel like a lady.

TBC?

A.N: Well? What do you think? This is more than I usually write but my other story just wanted
out. I hope the characterization is good enough and meets everyone’s expectations. Guess what guys,
**Neville** is the **bad guy**! Review please?




4. A Week Later
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**Tease | Chapter 3**

**It was a beautiful summer day. Not too humid and with the temperature at 85 degrees it was
perfect for a walk through the park. Neville had finally gathered the courage to ask Luna on a
date, a walk through the park, stood nervously in front of the wood door. It was eleven in the
morning, Luna never slept past nine, so she should have been over her morning grumpiness, eaten,
and perhaps willing to send time with him.**

**He would always be willing to spend time her.**

**Ringing her door bell, Neville rocked on the balls of his feel before settling on his feet,
running his fingers through his hair. He tried to make himself look as attractive as possible. Not
that he wasn’t unattractive; Neville just had that look and disposition that woman married not
dated.**

**But Luna was the woman Neville was meant to marry, that much Neville knew. Hopefully if she
spent more time with him outside of work related situations she would see she was meant for him. He
adjusted his hair and clothes one more time before ringing the door bell again and took a deep
breathe waiting hoping Luna would answer. A minute later the door opened and a paint splattered
Luna opened the door. She wore a piece of fabric that covered her breasts, long baggy pants that
she probably ‘borrowed’ from her father, and difference spatters of paint in her hair, arms, hands,
and clothes.**

**“What wrong Neville?”**

**“Nothing.”** **He insisted trying to sound casual as he pulled his eyes from her breasts.
She had magnificent breast, not to big and not too small, “Can I come in?”**

**Luna stood aside and Neville flashed what he hoped was a charming smile.**

**“Been painting?” He asked taking in her appearance again**

**“Still am. What do you want Neville?”**

**Neville watched as Luna walk back to the easel and sit back in her worn leather stool. She
wasn’t paying him her full attention and even though it annoyed him Neville calmed himself knowing
he’d have to be patient.**

**“Well it’s such a nice day and I was wondering if you want to go out with me?”**

**Luna who was in the process of selecting brushes stopped and turned to face Neville her eyes
amused. A fool couldn’t have missed Neville’s infatuation with her but she figured he’d always
continue to be shy around her. Luna watched Neville blush and bluster in an attempt to cover up his
invitation to appear more platonic.**

**“Well it is such a nice day and I know how you haven’t been inspired lately. I thought maybe
you would find something outside. You know, clear your head?”**

**Luna shot at her French windows and shrugged. Why not humor him? He was a nice young man in
need of a positive experience, “I suppose looking outside could give me a better perspective from
my window.” She hopped off the stool and looked at Neville, “Let me put on a decent shirt and then
we’ll go. K’?”**

**Neville nodded quickly, breathing out his relief.**

*****

**Luna smiled as she sipped her extra large soda enjoying the tingle only Pepsi could give.
Pepsi was one of the few things the Wizarding World needed. It really was a beautiful day. Since it
was early summer all the children were still caught up in the early excitement of summer, Many
young boys and girls were running around with their parents excited for the day’s prospects while
teens flirted and conversed about the latest trends in clothing, music, books, and movies.**

**“That was a good movie.” Neville said for conversation.**

**He couldn’t really call it a date, Luna paid for her own ticket as well as her own
concessions. They did both enjoy the movie and hopefully they would now talk about it. Then,
hopefully, Luna would then see they shared the same mental outlook.**

**“I still think Lindsay Lohan would have much more appeal to the older crowd if she didn’t
fight over Aaron Carter.”**

**At Luna insistence they watched ‘Mean Girls’ and surprising the portrayal of high school life
was accurate though a little over done. Neville suspected that in muggle high schools the teachers
would’ve put a stop the skimpy Santa costumes and provocative dance.**

**“It was probably a publicity stunt. You know,” Neville was immensely glad the topic was about
something he knew about. It calmed him, “pair an unfamiliar face with a familiar face.”**

**Luna shrugged, “Aaron Carter strikes me as having temperamental issues. Or being immensely
insecure.” She shot Neville a look, “Doesn’t he?”**

**Neville shrugged. Was that how she saw him? A little insecure boy with no real footing in the
adult world? Suddenly insecure with the current topic Neville said, “The show went well. Many
people have brought your works and are starting to ask about your next show.”**

**Neville looked down and was dismayed when he saw a disgruntled Luna. What now?**

*****

**Luna frowned. It had been a week since the viewing. Yes, her works were selling but it took
all of her heart and effort to finish off her current batch of works and she didn’t even like them
all that much. Now she was dry, no inspiration, no ideas, her imagination was completely dry. It
had left her down in the dumps. The only positive side of this week was Ron, as promised, had come
by the next day after the show. After a perfectly lovely dinner, the walk home, and a perfectly
sensual kiss that still left her tingly he had not stayed. He called her the night before last and
they had talked for a while but he had mentioned he wouldn’t be able to see her for a few days. Oh
sure, not on the receiving end of one of those kisses was a disappointment but his distance would
give her time to analyze their ‘friendship’. She called it that because she simply could not bring
herself to commit to a relationship. Art was her love, it had been that way since she was young,
and just because a smooth operator named Ronald Weasley was not going cause a love affair.**

**How wrong she was.**

**She had dropped Neville off at the gallery, he said he had business to attend to. It was fine
with her. She had some things to think about. If she wasn’t totally exhausted she would have sworn
Neville was trying to impress her. For what reason she had no idea *why* Neville would want
to…well…flirt with her. She wasn’t spectacular, sure she liked to flaunt her body, but that was
because she didn’t feel there was anything special about it. Her breast weren’t any more than an B
cup and when drawn to questions about her hips she asked, “What hips?” She looked like her mother,
who was a classical dancer, small breasts and no hips a short torso connected to long long legs.
Neville deserved some delicate woman with just enough sense in her to realize how good of a catch
Neville was. Luna didn’t need to be told, Neville wasn’t for her, just how to get him to realize
that without ruining their friendship. That was the problem. The elevator opened and to her
surprise there stood the gorgeous form of Ronald Weasley.**

**Merlin he was gorgeous! A white long sleeved shirt, the top button open due to the heat,
black business slacks, and black loafers. And damn his hair! It was just begging for her hands to
run through it.**

**“Hello.” He said pleasantly. There was that almost arrogant smile of his but this time it
made her anxious not wanton.**

**“Hi.” Luna in an attempt to be coy asked, “Looking for me?”**

**“Yeah.”** **He stepped into the elevator, stood a foot away from Luna, and waited for the
doors to close. Once the doors closed he turned to her and smiled, “How was your day?”**

**Luna shrugged, “It was alright. I didn’t know you were coming by today.”**

**Ron smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets, “It was a busy day. But…”**

**Luna watched him blush and smiled. He was adorable! But no matter how adorable she had to
ask.**

**“But what Ronald?”**

**Ron blushed harder, “I wanted to see you.”**

**A.N.: I am SO sorry this took just shy of two months to update this. It was just not
progressing. I couldn’t get the characters straight. So I would like you all to forgive me because
it takes me forever to edit anything I do because I am too critical of anything I do, and that
added to the wait. Sorry guys!**

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5. The First Fight
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Tease | Chapter Four

When Luna woke up in a bed that wasn’t hers she flicked her blue eyes over the lushly furnished
room. Recognizing it as Ronald’s she searched her brain for the reason as to why she was currently
laid up in the Ministry Official’s bed. When she finally remembered why she was there the blush
that fanned across her face was anything but ladylike. Realizing she was being watched, Luna turned
her head to the left and locked eyes into Ronald’s, her Ronald’s blue eyes.

He didn’t know it yet but he was hers.

“Hello.” She said trying to sound casual. They…did a lot the night before and now that the
passion had waned off during the night Luna wasn’t exactly sure how to handle her uncertainty.

“Hello.” Ron said. He had been awake a while, he didn’t have the fog in his eyes that every one
gets when they first wake up, “Are you okay?”

Confused Luna turned on her side to face Ronald and winced at the slight pain in her muscles
along her mid back and thighs also along her lower abdomen. Seeing his concern Luna smiled. His
smile grounded her. She’d get worried later but for now she’d enjoy the feeling.

“I’m fine.” She assured.“Are you? I mean you must be tired, we kinda over did it last
night.”

Ron smiled wider, “Over did what? The dancing or the four times we-”

“The four times.” Luna replied quickly cutting him off. Her embarrassment was coming back as
well as her fears. She let go with him and wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed. He might not want
her now knowing how easily he could have her. Even right now, all he had to do was ask, and she’d
willingly accept him. That scared her, the desire to be with him forever and Ronald’s own wishes.
Did he even want to be with her? He was such a closed off person. Sometimes during the past week
he’d said things that gave hints to his past personality, being much more open and optimistic as
social. From what she’d seen in his apartment he only had pictures of his two best friends Harry
and Hermione as well as his family; no one else and never mentioned other friends.

“Four times.” Ron agreed the smile on his face conveying his pride and satisfaction.

Luna playfully poked him, “Stop being so smug.”

He laughed sitting up pulling her up with him. Shooting a look from the attractively mused
artist in front of him to the clock shook his head.

“I am so dead.”

Luna immediately went on her guard, “Why?”

“I was supposed to be at work an hour ago. Some meeting about muggles.” Ron shrugged suddenly
calm, “What do you want for breakfast?”

~

Luna sat on the kitchen table in one of Ronald’s old sweat pants and her own bra amazed. Smart,
successful, sexy as hell, and he cooked!

“I just can’t believe it.” Luna commented watching Ron work, “Next thing you are going to tell
me is that you do the laundry.”

Letting the sausage simmer Ron turned amused, “Who told?”

Luna shook her head munching on the dry cereal, “That’s it, we have to get married.”

Ron now laughed, “Aren’t you moving fast?”

“They don’t ‘em like they make you anymore.” Luna said smiling now also, “I need to get you now
before someone else.”

The sausage now done along with his scrambled eggs on the plate, Ron turned and offered a bite
to Luna. Luna shook her head content with her cereal and following Ron to the kitchen table.

“You are going to have to leave eventually.” Luna pointed out, not really sure she wanted the
morning to end.

Ron sighed pouring the tea he conjured for them.

“I know.” Ron summoned his already pressed slacks and shirt to lay on the back of the sofa in
the living room. That task done he asked, “Are you busy today?”

“No…” Luna trailed off. Luna knew she had something to do, she just couldn’t remember what it
was she was supposed to be doing, “What is today’s date?”

Ron frowned he too realizing that today was very important. Well, not that spending the night
with Luna wasn’t important, but there was something pressing. Both were silent trying to remember
what was so exactly important about the 27th of June.

“SHITE!!” That both yelled at the same time the cereal and still warm sausage and eggs on the
plate forgotten.

“I have to meet some snobby idiots from the museum today!” Luna exclaimed leaning forward her
hands on the table.

“I have to meet the Minister of Magic of both England and America.” Ron shouted equally anxious
as he leaned forward as well creating the distance of only a foot between their faces.

Both were stared at each other before either one spoke.

“I remember reading about that deal in the Newspaper a few weeks ago. For someone so young and
for muggles to be considering a witch’s work to hang in their museum is big.”

Neither one moving from their position Luna nodded, “Yeah I heard that the interaction between
muggles and magical folk is rapidly increasing. Especially since after the war.”

Any amount of humor disappeared from Ron’s face as Ron sat back.

“War is never a pretty thing.” Ron said looking up to Luna, surprised but pleased at the concern
on her face, “Magic only made it worse.”

“Yeah.” Luna agreed sitting back as well.

“Yeah.” Ron said eying his food as if he lost his appetite.

“You’re going now.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.

“Yes.”

A pause.

“Will you be coming back?” Ron asked.

“The meeting is at eleven. It should be over the latest three or four. I could pick you up from
work.”

Neither one mentioned how fast they were moving or the boundaries of their relationship, or how
fast both of them were moving further and further into the relationship.

“Sure. Owl me about three to let me know if I should leave or not.”

Luna smiled, "Sure.”

~

Neville rubbed his palms against his trousers. The museum representatives would be there any
minute and Luna still wasn’t around. Sure artist had a reputation of being flaky but Luna was
really pushing it. The minute Neville started to curse Luna to the seventh level of hell Luna
floated in.

Yeah, really, she floated in.

She was walking but the air she emitted showed to everyone she wasn’t on the same level. Not
really caring what Luna emitted and just thankful she was there. Before he even got the chance to
reprimand her, a couple of tall skinny pale people walked into the gallery. The male was slightly
overweight with short black hair, in black slacks, a black long sleeved silk shirt with tint darker
blacker tie, and black Italian Loafers. The female wore a conservative black and gray pinstripe
suit with shinny black flats, her bottle red hair back in a severe bun and no make up.

“Hello.” The man said, “I am Mr. Analome and this is Ms. Chessmass. We are here to see Miss.
Lovegood and Mr. Longbottom.”

It was eleven o’clock in the morning.

After four hours of grueling negotiations mainly between the black clad pair and Neville it was
obvious that the two museum representatives were fed up with Luna’s disposition. Even Neville had
to admit she was more spacey than usual. She just occasionally nodded, said yes or no to certain
offers, she was participating but she wasn’t there. The problem was that the museum wanted to pay
her the minimum when she had been offered five times more for selling them to independent
contractors. Neville was just about to offer Luna to settle when Luna turned around to the couple
across from her, her eyes and demeanor still distant.

“Look.” Luna smiled her eyes not really focused, “I have been offered two times what you are
offering me from one of my newest works.” She paused to sigh heavily, “And you want to offer me
that sum for one of my oldest works? Especially when Americans have offered to buy the same piece
in as a famous museum as yours, I suggest you reevaluate your position.”

That said Luna turned her gaze back to the window. They made their decision in under five
minutes and Luna was free to go as Neville finalized the last terms in the agreement.

~

Luna had never stepped foot inside the Ministry before. From what she learned from school, each
Ministry from the English Ministry to the African Ministry, had several openings on every
continent. In Europe the Ministries really operated as one and even employees in Italy considered
themselves employees of British Ministry. The Ministry from the entrance Luna used looked like a
park headquarters.

They changed it after the war, claiming security reasons.

In the ladies room, of the London Park Headquarters, in the far stall that was always broken, a
witch was to go in and with her wand tap a series of bathroom tiles in a certain order and like
magic, they were in the Ministry. The Ministry itself was like an old castle. The walls decorated
with honored wizards and witches who argued about current events and politics, the stone floor
gleamed due to the nightly polishing, and each door to the untrained intern or reckless visitor was
a dangerous uncharted territory.

Luna loved it.

And she was in the process of enjoying being in the building for the second time until she saw
**her**. **Her** being the brown haired floozy that was currently throwing herself at her
boyfriend. Didn’t she have any place to be? She didn’t seem very intelligent, so Luna had to ask
herself, if she really served a purpose. Because if she didn’t Luna didn’t have any problem
disposing her or letting lose a series of hexes that would take years for any mediwizard or witch
to dehex. As the brunette moved in closer Luna started to wonder if she would have to be locked
away in Azkaban for murder of two of her fellow magical citizens, because Ronald seemed to be
enjoying the tramps advances!

Luna acknowledged that is was a hot day outside but didn’t the cooling charms inside the castle
make a witch need a more denser fabric of a robe other than that sheer contraption that showed off
her heaving breasts? And what’s more, couldn’t her Ronald tell her to shove the fuck off? After
five minutes of waiting for Ronald to dismiss the harpy and letting her anger stew Luna finally had
enough when the other female smiled wide enough to show her back teeth. Storming forward ready to
commit murder Luna tapped Ronald impatiently and waited for him to turn around. Oh, she wished she
had the willpower to perform the Avada Kedavra!

~

Ronald, in the past week, was used to seeing many sides to Luna. More than he expected to learn
of a person in about a week’s time. However the Luna he was seeing now was not really a side of her
he was willing to welcome. She was angry and Ronald hoped to Merlin, it wasn’t he she was angry at.
As Luna continued to glare at him, Ronald cleared his suddenly dry throat and frantically thought
for something to say. Unfortunately Luna beat him to it.

“Hello,” she said suddenly her aura pleasant, “I’m Luna, Ronald’s girlfriend. And you are?”

The brunette’s suddenly interested face turned sour as she looked Luna up and down dismissively,
“I’m Pansy Parkinson nice to meet you.”

Not one to be shown up Luna looked Pansy over and smirked, “I’m so sure.” Turning to Ronald she
smiled, her anger apparent in her blue eyes, “Shouldn’t we be leaving now?”

Ron not being a fool agreed by nodding his head, already summoning his briefcase and following
the angry Luna out the Ministry.

What in hell did she see that made her so mad? It wasn’t that she was jealous? Right?

~

“Luna, what’s wrong.”

Luna ‘hump’ed loudly before looking away from Ron. He had literally dragged her into a Wizard
Café. The café was known for its sound proof booths and great coffee made from muggle enhanced
coffee beans.

Frustrated Ron ran his hands through his hair, “I can’t explain myself if you won’t tell me why
you are upset!”

Spinning around Luna poked her finger into Ron’s chest, “You want to know why I am upset?!”

“YES!”

“That damn tramp was throwing herself at you!”

Ron shrugged, “So what?”

“You weren’t discouraging her!”

“So what? When I met you, I am supposed to believe that I was the only guy you flirted with that
night?”

Luna’s right hand itched for her wand; she wanted to blow his face off! Who cared how handsome
he was? Taking a deep breath Luna closed her eyes and counted backwards to the one. Opening them
again, Luna slammed her palm on the table to put emphasis on her anger.

“First off you damn asshole, we were not together then, and for your information, I didn’t flirt
around with other guys because you were the only person I conversed with other than critics!”

Anger and annoyance merging together to create a lack of brain censoring of words created the
following sentence, “Who in hell said we are together now?!”

The funny thing about words are that once they are said they cannot be taken back. It is the
same for all words and for ones just spoken the consequences could have been really harsh.

All Luna did, to Ron’s surprise, was nod her head. He watched her eyes become distant and
immediately knew she was going to leave him. Alone. In the coffee shop to his stupid mouth to kick
himself daily over his vast stupidity, just alone with his big fat stupid mouth.

“Luna.” He reached for her hand but she jerked it from his grasp. She shook her head a forlorn
smile on her face.

“No.” She jerked at his touch when he managed to grab her hand for only a second, “Don’t touch
me. I don’t ever want you touching me again. Go back to your big breasted tramp and leave me the
hell alone!”

She almost got out of the booth before Ron, still not thinking straight, reached around her
waist and grabbed her back to him, spooning her into his body.

“Ronald,” her voice was calm, “Let me go.”

“No.”

“I have nothing more to say to you.”

The red head countered, “I have something to say to you.”

Still struggling to get out of his arms, she blushed when she felt something against her
bottom.

“I have something to say to you.”

Luna continued to fight him even she felt her Ron’s breath on her ear even as his hands cupped
her breast. Her eyes widened even as she fought back.

“Let me go!”

“Not until you listen!” He took a deep breath inhaling the scent of her hair. Mumbling into her
hair he said, “Don’t make me get rough with you. You know you like it.”

“You are such an asshole!” She screamed before giving in to defeat and slumping forward, still
trying to get away from him.

“For one thing, I have known Pansy for many years. We went to school together. We will never
ever be more than working acquaintances.” Seeing Luna open her mouth to protest he hushed her as he
would a child before continuing, “However what I said to you was out of line and further more
immature, you have to agree with me that I am right. We never said we were together, never said we
if were seeing each other exclusively or anything.” Letting his words sink he in, he added, “We
cannot make assumptions, we are both quick tempered people and will hurt each other.”

Losing his grip on Luna, the artist, with little concern for her money making hands turned and
delivered a mean right hook to the cheek of Ron. Now straddling him, Luna took him by the collar
and said to him very slowly so he could understand her meaning.

“There will be no busty brunettes. There will be no other woman besides me. And for now on you
will pick me up.” There was silence, “Do you agree to these terms?”

Ron nodded, “So that means there will be no other guys right?”

Luna shot him a look that would curdle milk, “No.”

Ron nodded again a smile on his face, “Good.”

Pulling her down to kiss him again, Ron smiled as she rubbed herself against his arousal.

“The waitress can come at any time.” Ron said pulling out of their kiss, grasping for air. Hell,
if she kissed like that after an argument, he should start one again! The crazy look was back in
her eyes but it did nothing to stop his…condition. He watched her hands travel down his torso and
to his trouser fly. She smiled wider and said, “They’ll get one hell of a show.”

AN: ::takes deep breath:: Well, I hope you all liked it. Right about now they kinda have a
passion thing. Of course, passion wears off after a while, and if what they have is real, things
will move forward. Now the big question is; Is all they have passion? No seriously, I don’t know
the answer either. Well, I have to keep this PG-13 and I don’t really think this went over the
rating. ::crosses fingers:: I hope I hope. Tis 1:07, IT IS MY BIRTHDAY! I can’t vote…damnit.
**Thanks for all the reviews I love them all.** Special thanks to **ginnymalfoy21**, thanks
for the birthday wish.



6. The Hitch
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A.N: Just want to state again, this is slightly AU. Some parts of the fic sticks to cannon while
other parts are obviously not. As a reminder, remember, Luna did not go to Hogwarts she went to
school in France with her Mother who is still alive. They are in England, because Luna wanted to
try her luck in England, since she is pretty successful in Magical community France. So therefore,
Luna has no previous impression of Pansy, because she has never met Pansy before the last chapter.
Thankfully I have a beta, Kristen, so hopefully the grammar and what not is much better.

Tease | Chapter Five

Pansy Parkinson was a very ambitious person. She loved prestige and the power that came with it.
She would do anything to achieve her goals. She had already failed to attract Draco Malfoy, the
obvious as well as easy way to power. Some poor red haired harpy named Ginevra Weasley beat her to
him. Now Pansy had get her power the old fashioned way; earn it. Well…not exactly earn it. She was
placed in the Muggle Relations Department at the Ministry of Magic. It use to be known as the
`Discard Bin' but was not the home of rising stars lead by the Minister's own son, Ronald
Weasley.

Lucky for her, the Minister's son was her boss. You couldn't have more power than him
and Pansy set her sights on Ron. It didn't help matters that Ronald Weasley grew out of his
awkward stage and developed into a handsome man. His time spent playing Quidditch out in the sun
darkened his shoulder length hair, broad masculine features, and lean body. He was quite a package.
He was her package, until that chit Luna Lovegood appeared. Luna Lovegood! The sanity of all! Pansy
had her sights firmly placed on Ronald Weasley and she wasn't going to lose this time. She
wanted hers damnit! But she had a way to get it.

-------------------

It was almost to closing time and Neville was ready to go home. After selling two paintings and
being well on his way to closing a deal with a major publisher, Neville was ready for a meal,
shower, and bed in that exact order. There were still a few people looking at the works hanging on
the wall, the quiet of the gallery was occasionally laced with sporadic whispers. Then he heard it,
the hard clonk of heeled shoes upon the polished wood floor. Turning around, Neville saw one of the
most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Long black hair to her waist, a strong forehead, full
lips, high cheekbones, she was pale but tall, maybe 5'6 without the heels. She wore all white;
white linen pants, white blouse, and white long sleeved robe that billowed open behind her. Her
white-heeled shoes made a statement before he could even see her. Stopping just two feet away from
where Neville stood, she looked him over before placing her left hand on her hip.

“Remember me Neville?”

Neville did remember her. Pansy Parkinson, she went to Hogwarts and was the same year as he was.
He remembered seeing her in the hallways and had mixed feelings of fear and admiration as she
passed by him. He always kept his head down afraid to be inflicted by her notorious wrath, but he
always wondered what it would be like to have a conversation with her. Especially, when he heard
from his friends in the Ministry she actually worked there and in the muggle department
nonetheless.

Neville in an attempt to be calm shrugged, “Yes.”

She smirked as she leaned down against the counter Neville stood behind, “Good. I want to strike
a deal with you.”

Neville blinked once, the only sign of his discomfort, “Really?”

Pansy's smirk grew into a smile, “Really.” She tempted, “It's about Luna.”

-------------------

Ten minutes later Neville was shaking with anger, “I always hopped power wouldn't corrupt
Ron.”

Pansy resisted the urge to roll her eyes. It was almost too easy. Just insist that Ronald was
merely stringing the innocent Luna along, using the artist's naïve and distant reputation
against her, and Pansy in less than ten minutes convinced Neville that Ron was up to no good.

“What do you get out of this?” Neville asked.

Pansy blinked out of her reverie. He actually summoned enough brain cells to form a question,
and a logical one at that.

“What do you mean?” Pansy asked hoping he'd buy it. She didn't think about this
possibility and hoped he'd drop it.

“Well Luna isn't a friend of yours and holds no weight with you. Why do you care what
happens to her?”

Quickly thinking Pansy replied with much ease, “Ronald tried the same thing with me and I saw
right through him afterward. I just don't want to see him get away with it especially when
someone as talented as Luna is involved. What can only be a horrible outcome can damage Luna's
artistic progress not help it along.”

Afraid he might not buy her answer; she sat up further in the chair. To her relief Neville
nodded his head and sat forward, “So what are we going to do about all this?”

Pansy shrugged as she looked around, “Want to talk about it over drinks?”

“Sure,” Neville shrugged.

-------------------

They never drew the curtains in, so the night sky fell onto the couple, soothing the excessive
heat that still lingered in the room.

“Ronald?” Luna asked.

Opening his eyes and sighing as he pulled her to him he answered, “Yes.”

“Tell about her.”

Slowly becoming more awake Ron asked, “About Parkinson?”

“Whatever her name is,” Luna propped her head on her arm. “Tell me about her.”

Not wanting to incite more of Luna's anger Ron sighed as he fully opened his eyes. Willing
his brain to work Ron cleared his throat as he sat up against Luna's headboard.

“I went to school with her. She was in Syltherin and I was in Gryffindor. We didn't really
interact much; her house and my house don't usual mix well. After the war her parent's
assets were possessed she had to start from the ground, with an ill reputed family name, few
friends, and a lot of people against her.”

Luna took a curl and twirled it along her pointer, “What do you think of her?”

“She's smart; she works well, and is a fast thinker. Many possible disasters have been
stopped because of her.” He paused, “But she is ambitious. I think she might be a bit too
ambitious. She wanted to marry Draco Malfoy but things happened. It seemed they were the perfect
match.”

“How so?”

“Both from Death eater families, ambitious, Syltherin, parents were friends, and actually were
pretty good friends. People figured it would've been a perfect match.”

Luna rolled her eyes at Ron's pause, “Stop being to dramatic. What happened?”

“They both fought in the war but they fought on our side and lived. Draco in the final battle
was helping the Mediwizards with the wounded and met my sister.”

“They fell in love?”

Ron snorted, “They are engaged. He isn't as big of an ass as he was in school but I
won't be the first to sing his praises.”

“So he left Pansy behind.”

Ron nodded.

“And the tramp has set her sights on you?”

Ron looked over at Luna puzzled, “She has?”

Luna rolled her eyes and buried her head in one of the pillows, though muffled Ron heard her
say, “You are impossible.”

TBC

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