Without Supervision

Without Supervision
A/N: PG-13 to NC-17 outtakes and "lost" scenes for Ron and Luna in HP and the Circle's End... These are scenes that either weren't written originally or for some other reason did not make the book. They will rate, as stated above, from PG-13 to NC-17, though the group will be rated NC-17 for the occasional bit of happiness... This came about from a couple of emails between myself and Lady Starlight, on how Ron and Luna were "Without Supervision" when they were off doing something while Harry and Hermione took the spotlight. For the most part, these are, or will be, primarily Ron and Luna, though I'm sure that Harry and Hermione and the rest of the gang might wander through occasionally.

I'll try to introduce each, as to where it goes in the book, and add a touch of explanation as appropriate, just like a cut scene on a DVD release. This first is Ron and Luna in Chapter 8, when Hermione wakes up and goes to Harry. <http://fanfiction.portkey.org/story/4941/8> As usual, thanks to Lady Starlight for her work on this ficlet.


Chapter 8: What was lost is now found....
*************************Hogwarts******************************
July 22, 1997...
4:40 pm

"She has gone to him," Luna said suddenly, shocking Ron out of his reverie looking at the Lake, as he and she walked around the lake. He froze, with the ice cream cone that Dobby had happily procured from for them, and looked back at her. Luna's eyes were slightly unfocused as she looked up towards the castle, a small, absent smile on her lips.

"Wha..." Ron asked, bemused.

"Oh, Ronald...Hermione, she's awake and she's gone to Harry," Luna replied, her tone becoming matter-of-fact as she went on. "It is a rather good thing...the balance was becoming rather odd there." She blinked and continued to stare straight ahead as she walked, watching something moving across the trail in front of them. She stopped, looking back at him after several more steps to find that he had frozen at her words. "Is there something wrong, Ronald?"

Ron blinked and looked back to her, "No," he said slowly, "I'm alright." He sighed and started to walk. He passed her without a word moved down the trail quickly. Luna watched him, silvery-grey eyes glinting slightly, before she hurried to catch up.

"Are you really?" Luna asked as she watched him stroll along with his ice cream held unnoticed in his hand. He nodded brusquely, and kicked at a stone in his path. Ron noticed afresh that he was still holding his cone, and with an efficiency that bordered on assassination, demolished it. He refused to look at her, keeping his eyes straight ahead, Luna sighed. "Is it because she went to him and not you..." Luna asked uncharacteristically quietly, "or is it because I'm here and not her?"

Ron jerked as if shaken. He stopped, and looked down at her, a distance of almost a foot, "It's not that."

"Then what is it?" Luna inquired. She looked up at him and watched as he didn't speak. Her eyes fell and she nodded, "I need to be going anyway, father should be returning from his safari soon," she replied rather quickly. She walked backwards a pair of strides before she turned and started to head back down the path towards the castle and a convenient Floo.

Luna continued on, squeezing her eyes tightly closed for a long moment as she walked. She started to turn towards the castle, looking up at the large structure critically as if examining it for flaws. Soft thumps of running feet came from behind her, just as she reached a set of stairs leading up the face of the hill on which the castle sat. "Luna..." Ron said urgently, and took a breath, "wait."

"Yes, Ronald, I should probably be getting home, father is absolutely hopeless at putting away his supplies properly," Luna demurred, still facing the castle. Her voice not betraying even a trace of the tears that were glistening in her eyes. She put one hand in the pocket of her jeans, and pulled out a small timepiece. She examined the four hands closely, time and two others, one with her name, and one with her father's, "He seems to still be travel..."

"It's not you, Luna," Ron interrupted her, and Luna's shoulders slumped further, Damn it, you've buggered up even... "No, Luna," Ron said quickly as he ran at a trot from the edge of the trail to where Luna was standing with one foot on the stairs. He paused, just out of reach of her, and extended one arm, then dropping it to his side, "I mean that it's definitely not that I wish she was here or there...or whatever, instead of you." Luna bit her lips and continued not to look at him. "Could you please look at me?" Ron asked, almost pleading.

Luna turned slowly, reaching up to scrub absently at her eyes. "Yes, Ronald?" she asked, a sliver of hope sliding into her voice, "What..." she was cut off as Ron took a quick step forward, grabbed the back of her head, sending her wand clattering to the stone steps, and kissed her. Luna froze in shock for an instant; then sighed into his mouth, as her hands came up of their own free will to tangle in his hair.

Slowly, Ron pulled away, he looked down at her, and held one of her hands in his, nodding to himself as he saw how small it was in his. "Luna...I'm an idiot." He held her hand as he slowly sat down on the steps; she sat daintily next to him, "Please don't leave...I'm sorry, that came out wrong, I froze..."

Luna tentatively reached up to run her fingers through the hair on the side of his head, "You don't need to..."

"Luna, you have to understand...this has nothing to do with you, I am still a little squicked about the concept of Harry and Hermione...together, and even more so, when I realize that if it weren't for my sister...they'd probably been there already." Ron sighed heavily and reached up with the hand that wasn't still holding Luna's almost desperately. "There really is no one I want here with me, right now, then you."

"Really?" Luna whispered and Ron just nodded. She squeaked loudly and climbed up in his lap, kissing him firmly. Ron moaned slightly as he felt her squirming in his lap. He quickly placed his hands on her waist, stopping her movement. She gave him a puzzled look as he pulled his hands away, she then moved slightly and her eyes widened. She pulled away from his face enough to see his eyes properly and beamed at him.

"It's not that I mind him seeing her, not really...Merlin knows, now that I can think about it logically, that me and Hermione would only be trouble," Ron said knowingly, "But I've had a few too many shocks in too few days. Now that I look back at it, without the blinders I had on that kept me from seeing it...she's always been there for Harry, not me." Luna started to say something and Ron shook his head, "No, Luna, I have no problem with that. She loves him, and he loves her, and will do anything for Harry...I just need to get used to them being together, that's all. I am happy for them, they deserve a shot at happiness, especially Harry, more then anyone I've ever met."

"I would like to help you with that," Luna said softly. "The getting used to it part, I mean. We could talk about it, or I could just listen...I'm rather good at listening."

"I'd like that, Luna."


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A/N: This cookie is based on the throw away line in the end of the chapter, where Harry asks Ron if he is going to go back to Hogwarts after the near disastrous mission to acquire what they learn, later, is a fake Horcrux. Ron replies that he's going to see if Luna can sneak out, and Mission Impossible fun ensues. Thanks as usual to Lady Starlight for her work here, and much of the idea for these ficlets. If you care to look back at the chapter here it is: http://fanfiction.portkey.org/story/4941/16
Chapter 16: Merry Old Sherwood
*********************Hogwarts****************************
(Ron sneaks Luna out of Hogwarts)
2:35 am

A slight gust of wind accompanied the opening and closing of a portrait of a tall man wearing a small pair of spectacles. He yawned, muttering about bloody pets not staying in the tower, and settled back in the comfortable, painted-in armchair to read.

The door closed on a round, comfortable room. Tall, dark wood bookshelves lined the walls surrounding several comfortably-worn blue couches. A small fire burned in a corner brazier, lighting the two closest couches with a faint orange glow. A book that was propped on the corner of a study table fell to the ground suddenly with a loud thump.

"Bloody Hell," a soft, muffled curse, almost as if the speaker was behind several layers of cloth, came from out of nowhere. A quiet scuff, like that of a trainer on flagstone, and a rustle of cloth... A large, jet-black Kneazle with a white patch decorating his chest jumped up on the top of the couch nearest the fire and merrowed noisily. It looked around the room suspiciously, sniffed the air once and jumped down, heading up the right-side stairs.

A head of fiery-red hair appeared next to the left hand stairs, looking up. He frowned, looking to each side, before he smiled slightly and took a three-inch long toy broom from a pocket in his cloak. He balanced it on the palm of his hand, admiring the perfect craftsmanship of the replica. He flicked his wand, a faint shimmer of magic, and it grew; stretching and flowing until where a tiny toy had been, a full-sized, world-class broom hovered silently.

Ron smirked slightly, touched his wand to the broom and watched as it faded away, leaving only a faint outline. He jumped on top, raised his hood and vanished. Ron held his breath as he slowly navigated the broom up the spiraling stairs finally stopping outside of a door marked sixth years. Several nameplates hung next to the door, he grinned as he read, L. Lovegood and opened the door with a flick of his wand.

Ron stepped off his broom and slowly crept past two other beds to stop next to a fully curtained one, with a large, Lion's-Head hat sitting on the bedside table. A poster of a very familiar redheaded Keeper hung over the bed, Ron grinned as he saw it and slowly moved to the bed, leaving his broom hovering behind him, it bounced slightly in the light breeze from an open window in the tower. He slowly reached through the curtain, leaning his head through the hangings, and froze as the tip of a wand dimpled the skin in the exact center of his forehead.

Her huge, silvery-grey eyes grew, shining like a pair of tiny moons in the light coming in from the window from their larger sister. She grinned and reached up, pulling him down to her. "Ronnie..."

"Wanna go for a ride, luv?" Ron whispered, his breath moving the light hairs next to her ear. She rolled over slightly, blinking at him in the moonlight. Ron slowly pulled her curtains back, just enough to show the faint outline of his broom. She smirked, tossing off her covers and sliding out of bed. She jumped up on him, letting him catch her as she grabbed his neck and leaned in to kiss him.

"I need to put some clothes on," Luna whispered very softly, as Ron slowly ran his hand down a bare leg, which was wrapped around his. She glanced down at the t-shirt she had slept in, a very large, on her anyway, a bright orange shirt with a large picture of Chudley the Cannoner on the front.

Ron swallowed slightly as she dropped down from him and leaned back against her bed, her, or rather his, once, shirt riding up with the movement to reveal a pair of lacy black knickers that barely covered the relevant parts. Merlin, that shirt looks better on her than it ever did on me... "I'll just take them off," Ron replied quietly, leaning over her on his extended arms, causing her to roll back on her back. He leaned in and kissed her softly, then pulled back, smirking.

Luna pouted slightly and slowly stood, and pulled her hair up to a knot on the back of her head and securing it with her wand like a giant pin, before stalking to him like a large blonde cat. She molded her front to his, as she reached down and lightly trailed her fingers along the front of his pants, "Sounds brilliant to me," she purred. Ron twirled his cloak around them both and they vanished.

A beat later the almost invisible outline of a broom floated out of the open window, and disappeared into the night. A minute later, a swirl of color briefly lit the sky over the sleeping castle; not a sentient, except a pair of dark brown school owls, noticed.

********************12 Grimmauld Place, Ron's Suite*************************

Luna giggled as Ron caught her, as she tumbled from under the cloak, even as the swirl of color faded from her eyes. She looked up at him, her eyes shining, before she rested her head against his chest. Luna closed her eyes, and sighed softly, leaning against him almost bonelessly, trusting him to hold her up. "Ronnie?" she murmured without moving more than an inch.

"Yeah, Luna?" Ron replied, bending his neck to kiss her hair idly.

"How did it go?" she inquired with the faintest quaver in her voice. She took a step back from his arms and turned, pacing over to the bed and sitting down on the edge of it. "Did...my idea work?" she frowned as she watched him, "to get the book?" He looked away, towards the room where his best friends lay sleeping. She pulled her wand from her hair, letting it fall down behind her, before she flicked her wand at the wall; then pointed it at her belly. She closed her eyes, a small happy look on her face as she felt the warmth of the charm dance along her nerves.

Ron sighed; he kicked off his boots towards the corner and paced over to his closet. He stripped out of the blacks he was still wearing, glancing back and catching Luna's eye as she watched him intently before he slipped on a pair of sleep pants and crawled into bed behind her. She continued to watch him as he slid under the sheets and shrugged slightly. Luna crawled up the length of the bed and slid her wand under the pillow next to Ron's before she peeled off her t-shirt and burrowed under the covers next to him. "Your part worked perfectly, Love," Ron said finally as Luna settled her head against his shoulder and snuggled down on her belly, half on and half off of him. "Nox. The rest was almost a disaster, though."

Luna perked up almost imperceptibly, as he went on, "Your plan for grabbing the book worked like a charm...but he had Inferi set up to attack when we moved it...Hermione got to try out her new spell, it works but it took her out of it...she was still unconscious when I left, it was a close one."

"I'm going with you on the next one," Luna replied after a minute. Ron stiffened, and she placed her hand, palm down on his belly and pressed slightly, "Don't you dare argue with me, Ronald," Luna muttered firmly, as the steel hid behind the fog of her normal air appeared, "You needed me there."

"Luna, I..."

"I don't want you to get hurt, either, Ron," Luna interrupted in her more normal tone, though the slight anguish in her words was clear to his ears. "Not if I can help it. I couldn't stand it," she added almost inaudibly.

"Luna...even if...Harry didn't let Ginny come along, he won't let..."

"Your sister is a twit, Ronnie, and Harry knows it," Luna murmured hotly, for her at least, "She's playing with powers that she has no comprehension of." Ron frowned slightly but did not disagree, suddenly realizing that, if anyone else had said that, he would have already punched them, instead of slowly running his hands through her hair as he was now doing to Luna. "She is not only wanting to steal Harry away, she wants Hermione back with you...I like Hermione a lot, usually, but I'm not sharing, Ron."

Ron laughed, "Not even for one night?" he asked hopefully. Luna slapped his stomach lightly and stretched enough to kiss him quickly. Ron yawned and looked over at the clock, faintly glowing in the dim room. It read: "Only Fools and Vampires are up at this hour...Why are you?" Ron muttered something under his breath, "Luna, love," he whispered softly as she snuggled in tighter to him, "I need to get some sleep if I'm to...properly entertain you. You don't mind if we don't..."

"You promised;" Luna pouted unconvincingly, Ron snorted softly and she smiled quickly before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, "You owe me in the morning, Ronnie," she whispered, with sleep already clouding her words. "Love you, Ronnie," she murmured.

"Love you, Loony," Ron muttered into her hair as he felt her breathing relaxing into sleep. He followed a moment later, vaguely feeling his head flopping to the side to rest against hers.


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A/N: This cookie is basically Ron and Luna talking after Harry and Hermione's surprise wedding in Chapter 18, while Harry and Hermione are, um...occupied. http://fanfiction.portkey.org/story/4941/18 Thanks, Lady Starlight

Chapter 18: Beginnings...A short talk....
******************************Astronomy Tower***************************

September 19, 1997.
10:15 pm

"I can't decide if that was really a surprise or not," Ron muttered as he looked down to watch Hagrid walking around his house with a torch in hand, obviously looking for something, from the fact that Fang was clawing at the door, it was probably his key.

"I knew;" Luna replied, snuggling closer under his cloak as he stood with him looking down, "It was rather obvious, really." She played with her fingers, idly impressed with the contrast of her lightly tanned skin with the dark, damp stone of the walls. "Ronnie?"

"Yeah," Ron replied distractedly, as he watched Fang nearly knock Hagrid down as his large friend found the key and let the boarhound in to eat. Ron pulled his cloak tighter around himself and Luna as the winds on the top of the tower picked up, he watched a small owl fit about the towers, and a larger dark shadow give pursuit, as he waited for her thought to process.

"Are you alright with this?" she frowned and looked down, twisting a long strand of blonde hair in her hands, "I mean..."

"Luna, I'm with you, I want to be here with you," Ron replied patiently, she gave him a small smile and shrugged, not talking. "I really liked your dress, by the way."

"It's alright, Ron," Luna whispered, smiling slightly, "You don't have to..."

"I want to, I should have said something earlier," Ron shrugged and glanced down at her, "I suppose I was a bit...flustered, I suppose, I just never..."

"That's not really the problem, Ronald," Luna whispered serenely, "They won't leave you behind, they need you." Ron didn't answer as he looked out over the grounds, she reached down and pulled his hand into hers and started to lightly run her thumb along the back, "You know that, Ron, they consider you a brother, no matter what."

"How do they need me, Luna?" Ron laughed harshly, as he pulled his hand from hers and stepped away. He looked back, and saw her shivering slightly; he frowned and took his cloak off, draping it around her shoulders to drag on the ground. He paced to the other side of the roof of the tower and back, idly batting several brass telescopes into lazy spins as he passed. "For what, really, Luna? For comic relief, for making dumb comments, I'm not much good past that, I doubt that the fate of the world will hinge on a Quidditch game anytime soon."

Luna's habitual small smile slipped, she took a breath, and looked up at him, closing the space that he had opened between them, in two flitting strides, "I'm tired of you cutting yourself down, Ronald," she reached out, to grab his arm, he turned and stepped to the wall, followed instantly by her. Luna shot her arm out again, and turned him around with a surprising display of strength, "I don't give a damn that you aren't the 'Chosen One' or whatever bullocks you've gotten in your head..." Her voice cracked slightly, "I'm really glad you're not, Ronnie."

Ron closed his open mouth, as he realized what she was trying not to have to say, "I can't promise that I won't..."

"I know," Luna whispered, and stepped forward, burying her head against his chest, "Just promise me that you'll try, I couldn't stand it...I'm not brave like Hermione, the hat stuck me in Ravenclaw after all."

Ron swallowed, closing his eyes as his fingers tapped lightly on the back of her neck, searching for something to say, finally after several silent instants in which the calm night was broken by the hoots of the school owls, the calls of the Thestrals and the distant chime of the clock tower announcing the half hour, "It made a mistake, Luna...it was wrong...You are one of the bravest people I know...and since you seem to love me-I'm starting to have doubts about your intelligence really," he teased. Luna poked him in the abs. "Ow!"

"That didn't hurt," Luna muttered, as she rose on her toes to kiss him.

"It did a touch," Ron objected, as he gave her a slightly pleading look.

Luna smirked, her eyes glowing brighter in the starlight, and looked down as she lightly traced her fingers over the supposed injury, "Would you like me to kiss it and make it better?

"Would you?" he asked softly, she smiled and brought her fingers to her lips, kissing them, before sliding her fingers under his shirt to press them lightly against his belly. "I was hoping for a bit more, honestly."

"Later," Luna promised as she looked up at him. She froze as the door to the roof opened gradually, and both her and Ron turned towards it instantly, Ron's hand slipping to his back, and Luna's to the hem of her short skirt, pulling it up to expose the dragonhide sheath hanging there. The tips of her fingers caressed her wand, as she watched a pair of students in jeans and t-shirts more or less fall from the door, the smaller of the pair, a blonde fifth year in Luna's house, gasped as she caught sight of the pair standing closely together.

"Wha..." her companion, a brown-haired fifth-year Hufflepuff muttered exasperatedly as she stepped back, her eyes on Ron's half annoyed, half amused expression, "Come on, Sarah, you were the one who suggested..."

"Occupied, mate," Ron announced in a low voice that carried nonetheless. The Hufflepuff turned, and gulped. Luna smoothed her skirt back over her wand holster, and leaned back against the wall next to Ron, Ron glanced at her, and back at the interlopers, "If you don't mind?" he asked of the pair, their eyes widened and the boy, who Ron dimly remembered was named Steve, maybe, grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her back through the door.

Luna looked back up at Ron as the door closed with a loud BANG, stepped back to him and buried her face in his shoulder as giggles erupted from her. Ron just smiled as he dropped his chin to the top of her head.


A/N a short one...next one, if I post the one I think I will...will earn the rating...

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A/N: This little bit is actually split, the first part, the argument is the fight that Ron references in the middle section, which is actually in Circle. The end, after that is the makeup :) Ron isn't taking Hagrid's death well here, nor is anyone else, but he gets concerned for Luna, trying to emulate Harry a bit, frankly. Here's the chapter: http://fanfiction.portkey.org/story/4941/39 Thanks as usual to Lady Starlight.

Chapter 39: Playing Politics...
*******************Gryffindor Tower************************
February 11, 1998
7:50 pm

Ron trailed Luna down from the boys stairs, his eyes wide and slightly manic as he caught up to Luna and grabbed for her arm, "Luna, please, I..."

Ron ducked, barely catching her counter as she snapped her elbow around, aiming for his head. For just an instant, her eyes softened, as she fought the urge to apologize profusely, even though the act was, by now, well-honed instinct. She shook her head slightly, and stepped away, any momentary apology swept away as she remembered a few minutes ago. "Leave me alone, Ronald," she growled and stomped out of his reach, stopping next to the exit hole, leaving him by the base of the right-hand stairs.

"Damn it, Luna," Ron snapped across the breath of the Common Room, "I just don't want you to get hurt." Luna bristled as she stared at him across the room. Several small first and second years ran for cover, disappearing up their respective stairs. "Don't you understand, I don't want to have to find you spread out in some field somewhere."

"That's not your decision, Ronald," Luna shot back, her eyes glinting. She looked down at her hand, fingering the ring there, "Perhaps you should have thought of that before you asked me to marry you." She looked around the room, the now otherwise abandoned room, "What did you want when you asked me, Ronald, a bedmate, or a partner? When you decide that, maybe then you can let me know." Luna rushed out of the portrait, and it slammed shut behind her.

Ron looked after her, slowly sliding to the stairs as he held his head in his hands for a long, long moment. With a degree of effort, he stood again and flicked his wand back up the stairs, catching after a brief pause his cloak and a large sack from which the sound of clinking glass could be heard. With a sudden determination, he swept the cloak around his shoulders and marched from the room, almost knocking down a third year as he entered the dorm.

*****************************Hogwarts**********************************

February 11, 1998.
10:00 pm.

Harry and Hermione slipped out onto the windswept roof of the Astronomy tower. Or at least it should have been so, but as they exited the thick, oak door that guarded the exit onto the battlements, they immediately felt the wards fighting their passage, and the strong, warming charms cast in a dome over the top of the tower. They shared a tired, worn look as they moved around the center tower.

Ron looked up, and saluted them with the fifth of Firewhisky he held in his tightly clenched fist. He took a sip as they slid to the stone floor opposite him, "How did you find me?" he asked after a moment.

"Luna sent us, mate," Harry replied, reaching forward and taking the bottle from his friend. He took a small sip, before handing the bottle to Hermione. She looked at it disdainfully for a long moment, before she took a swallow.

Ron shook his head, "Aw yes...she didn't throw her ring at you and tell you to make me eat it, did she?" he asked with utterly fake lightness.

"You know better than that, Ron," Hermione replied, reaching out and patting his knee lightly, "she was concerned about you."

"I didn't mean to yell," Ron muttered, taking the bottle from Hermione and taking another drink. Beyond the confines of the spell enclosing the roof of the Astronomy Tower, a light snow began to fall, the flakes adhering to the spell like a large, material dome. "I just, I dunno..."

"She's about as likely to not follow you into battle as Hermione is to me, Ron," Harry said with a slight rueful shake of his head. Hermione just nodded, this fight had long since been dropped with them, the feelings might remain, but they both knew the outcome. She looked over at Harry, content to let him talk to Ron, Harry grunted and gestured for the bottle, "She loves you, Ron, she'd do anything for you, but don't ask her that..."

"But how do you deal with it, Harry, the thought that Hermione could get hurt or killed, or?" Ron sighed; his words dangling as he carefully didn't say the fate that had been known to befall certain people when they were captured by the forces of darkness.

Hermione rested her head on Harry's shoulder, as he looked down at the bottle in his hands. "Very, very poorly, mate," Harry replied in a slightly tortured whisper after a moment, "very poorly. Of course it doesn't help that I carry around a guilt complex a league wide," he shrugged, "but I deal." He turned his head and gave Hermione a small, wan smile, "Or rather she makes me." Hermione smiled at him, brightly for an instant, before the look faded away. Smiles seemed harder to hold than frowns these days.

"I don't quite have that luxury, Harry," Ron retorted with a snort, he waved away Harry and Hermione's sudden concerned looks, "I'm not jealous, reall... alright, I am jealous a touch that you two get a private suite here," Ron admitted, wryly.

"Oh, bullocks, Ronald Weasley," Hermione replied in an utterly convincing imitation of Molly's dulcet tones, "We know bloody well that that girl spends more time in Gryffindor Tower than her own bed."

"That's just not fair," Ron whined slightly, "every woman in my life does the 'Molly' voice...does she give lessons?" he asked rhetorically and Harry shrugged. "She has to sneak in, though."

"She's of age at the end of the month," Hermione supplied, and Ron nodded, "you could? McGonagall would give you one of the married quarters, there are like twenty or thirty free in the tower, no one's used them in fifty years."

Ron took a deep breath, rolling the drink between the palms of his hands as he watched the light from an ever-lasting candle he had conjured earlier dancing in its depths. "We've talked about it, sis," Ron said softly to the only woman he was right now granting that title, she reached over and took the drink from him, took a small sip herself and set it down next to her. "Mum told me that we have to wait until we were both out of school, 'it wasn't proper'," he muttered in a perfect imitation of the Weasley matriarch, better in fact than Hermione's from a moment before. "Guess it's good that you haven't let them in on it, she'd be awfully disappointed."

"Maybe I'll go tell her then," Hermione replied flatly, "I'm already a scarlet woman anyway." Harry gave her a concerned look; he thought Molly had stopped with the aspirations on Hermione's character since Ginny had returned, partially anyway, to the fold. "She hasn't Harry, not in so many words, since we brought Ginny back, but it's still there. I can at least have a more or less civil conversation with Ginny, and we were at wand tips only a few months ago."

Ron laughed at the sudden image of Hermione standing up to Molly, which was always entertaining to the bystanders anyway, before he took a deep breath and stood, leaning his elbows on the parapet. He pushed aside a brass telescope and looked down towards the dark, cold cabin where Hagrid had once lived. "What are they doing with Fang?" Ron asked suddenly, "And Buckbeak?"

"Bill and Fleur are taking Fang, she evidently fell in love with the mutt," Harry replied as he stood up and leaned against the low wall at Ron's right as Hermione came up and did the same on his left. "I don't know what anyone has decided about Buckbeak." He glanced back towards the castle, "McGonagall hasn't decided what to do about Creatures, there may not be a class for the remainder of the year. Grubbly-Plank has refused to return here and her next most favorite candidate..." Harry shook his head, not mentioning in words that McGonagall had wanted Charlie Weasley to fill that post when Hagrid finally retired in several years.

"I always thought that Hagrid and Mad-Eye were indestructible," Ron mentioned in a tight voice. "Sure, I've seen them hurt, Merlin knows that Mad-Eye carried around the scars...but I never thought..." he reached up and ran his hands through shaggy red hair. "I always thought, somewhere in the back of my mind...every time that I came back to Hogwarts, that he'd be here."

****************************Room of Requirement************************

February 12, 1998
1:45 am

Ron sat aimlessly, staring at a fire in the brazier that the room had summoned at his request. He sat on a large, slightly decrepit couch, only a few shades darker than the flames. The rest of the room, which he had only peripherally noticed as he walked in, in an by now automatic search of his surroundings, was a cozy version of one of the tower common rooms, neutral for the most part except for the couch perhaps. He sighed to himself, and took a drink of the pumpkin juice he had switched to at midnight, when Hermione had forced him, nearly at the tip of her own, slightly drunken, wandpoint to leave the tower and go to bed.

He had listened as far as the "leave the Tower" part. He took another drink and set the goblet down on the table, where it automatically refilled, before stretching his long legs out onto the top of the table. It's not like I can sleep tonight anyway...Maybe I should do some homework or something...he shuddered slightly at the thought, and glanced down at the table to find that a chess set had appeared. He made a move, and waited as the room moved a pawn...

The door opened with a soft creak, and Ron's hand flicked to his wand set on the table next to his goblet. He let it lay as he saw who had entered and swallowed heavily. Luna stood at the door, looking across at him with tired, bloodshot eyes, her mismatched Gryffindor pajama bottoms and long Ravenclaw sweatshirt, both looked as if she had grabbed the first thing at hand. She also seemed to have forgotten her shoes, being barefoot. Ron felt his heart gain about a hundred pounds as he saw the dried tracks of tears still on her face, partially visible through her hair, which was pulled forward to half hide her face. "H...How did you find, me?" Ron asked hesitantly.

"I always know where you are, Ron," Luna replied almost silently. Ron just nodded, not daring to ask more right now. She looked around the room slowly, and swept her hair out of her eyes, with her left hand, which as Ron saw it, a glimmer of hope flushed through his veins. Light from the fire danced in the stones of her ring, the blue sapphire glowing purple in the light of the red flames.

"Would you like to sit down?" Ron waved towards the couch, the only seating in the room, and waited, hoping.

Luna looked at it, then at him, and nodded, "I think I would like that." She walked around the couch, her eyes on his the entire way before she sat, almost daintily, on the furthest end of the couch from him. Ron looked at her, and slowly sat back at the other end where he had been before.

"Luna, I..."

"Shut up, Ron," she interrupted quietly, cutting him off with a voice quite unlike her normal, detached mien. Luna looked straight ahead, watching the dancing flames, and not looking at him. She took a deep breath, "Ron...I love you more than I can say, possibly more than I should, even." She took a breath, catching Ron looking her with a slightly scared look in his eyes, "I will marry you, I'd do it today, if we could...I'll gladly bear your children, though not the seven that you claimed to want," she added absently.

"I was giving you the mickey..."

"I'm not done, Ron," Luna put in, cutting him back off. The fire popped loudly as she gathered her scattered thoughts again, "I will and have, lied, stolen...killed for you and I will do it again...but only as an equal. I am not your mother, Ron, or your sister; I will be your wife...that is a whole different litter of Kneazles. I fully expect you to want to protect me, Ron," her voice broke slightly, "Merlin knows I want to protect you, but locking me away, to wait to see if you return alive or not, will kill me." She turned on the couch to catch his eyes, "If there is a legitimate reason for me to stay behind, for a project or a different assignment, that is only as it should be, but otherwise, I'm not leaving your side...because if I have to, Ron, if you make me...I'm not coming back."

Ron swallowed heavily, knowing without her saying that it was up to him now; he looked down, away from her, as she kept watching him. Ron nodded to himself, and glanced up, "I won't promise that I won't do anything to protect you, Luna, but I'll try to not be daft too often...that's all I can do really innit?"

"Yeah, Ronnie," she whispered, "it is." Luna seemed to teleport across the length of the couch, pushing him back onto the arm of the couch as his arms automatically came up to hold her. "I missed you, Ronnie," Luna whispered as she leaned in, her lips brushing his, even as a few tears fell to his face. She pulled back slightly, looking down as her fingers started to work at the hem of his shirt. She worked her fingers under it, and started to slowly work at prying it off.

"Luna, are you sure?" Ron asked, closing his hands to keep them still. Luna didn't answer as she dropped her fingers from his shirt to unbutton his jeans. "I suppose you are, aren't you, luv?" He reached up and swept her loose locks behind her ear, before pulling her face to his.

"Please, Ronnie," Luna muttered. Ron nodded, and pulled her sweatshirt off, before leaning in to kiss her again. She moaned softly as he started to kiss down her neck, trailing down to lightly nuzzle her bare breast. Luna somehow finished unbuttoning his shirt, and pushed it off, letting her press her skin against his. Luna pushed impatiently at his jeans, making soft, annoyed noises until Ron lifted his hips enough to let her slide them off along with his boxers. She grinned happily, like a child on Christmas morning as she slowly ran her fingers along his erection, causing a low moan to issue from his throat.

Ron pushed her hand away, reluctantly, and reached up, sliding her sleep pants down and off. She smirked softly and started to grind against him, cooing softly as grabbed her hips and let her move against him. "Bloody hell, Luna," Ron whispered as he forced her to stop, panting slightly as he held her still. "Where's your wand?" She shrugged, and forced her lips to his, as she started to move again. Ron groaned, and looked around frantically, finally finding his, still fortunately on the table where it had been.

A quick flick, a muttered charm and Luna's eyes glassed over for an instant, as she groaned, and leaned against him, as the charm flitted through her nerves as the Contraceptive Spell took hold. Ron held her eyes as he hooked his thumbs in the side of her knickers, sliding them down to her knees, where she took over and kicked them the rest of the way off. Ron groaned louder as she took his hand and moved it down, holding it in hers until Ron smirked and slid one, then two fingers into her, moving easily as she dropped her head to his shoulder.

Luna tasted blood, as she bit his shoulder accidentally. Her hips started to move against his hand, moving faster and faster as she locked her lips to his. A quiet, whimpering sound came from her chest as she felt herself start to let go. Luna moved once more and crashed, bucking hard against his hand and stomach, before dropping bonelessly onto him, her head drooping onto his shoulder listlessly. Ron took a deep breath as he slowly combed her blonde locks, now at least two shades darker due to sweat, behind her shoulders and desperately tried to keep himself from following her right over the edge as well.

Luna raised her eyes to his after a long minute and wordlessly, reached behind her and grabbed him, as she raised her hips. She sat back, cooing softly as she felt him slip into her, and looked down with shimmering, half-lidded grey eyes. "I love you, Ron," she whispered, leaning down to breathe in his ear. She nipped at it, and started to rock slowly, on his lap.

"Oh, fuck," Ron whispered as he watched, mesmerized as she looked down at him, their eyes locked together. He reached up slowly, pulling her head down to his, as his hands moved, sliding down to run the pads of his thumbs over two jutting nubbins. Luna yet out a soft, yip, and started to move faster, in time with his fingers as they moved faster and faster in small, tight circles.

Luna felt herself begin to crest again, her vision going hazy as Ron slipped his fingers down to where they were joined and started to stroke her in counterpoint to her own movements. A pool of warmth stirred in her belly, boiling, and ripping out to her fingertips and toes. "RONNNIIIEEE..." Luna howled and crashed, coming suddenly against him as she paused in her movements. She closed her eyes and panted against him.

Ron held her to his chest, as he pulled himself up into a seated position with Luna still on his lap with him deep inside her. Luna slowly opened her eyes again, blinking quickly to get the sweat from her eyes as she felt Ron begin to rock them both together once again. Luna felt herself start to crest again, and looked at him with eyes even wider than normal as he gently laid her on her back and brought her legs up to lock behind his back and start to move. "F...faster, Ron," she sputtered, and he nodded, speeding up his movements to match hers as she pushed off to meet him.

Luna closed her eyes and pulled his head to the crook of her neck with both hands as Ron grunted loudly, continuously and moved against her quicker and quicker. She took a breath, and screamed incoherently as she crashed once more without warning. Such pretty lights, Luna thought dazedly, as Ron let loose in her with a shout. That's nice...so...warm. Luna let herself watch the pretty lights for another minute and pouted slightly when they went away as her orgasm receded to a pleasant continuous hum.

Ron slowly leaned up to kiss her, as he covered her like a blanket. She panted slightly, her breath long gone, as Ron slowly pulled out to the accompaniment of a loud moan of disappointment from the blonde. Ron worked his way under her on the couch, pulling Luna on top of him. He glanced around the room, looking for his wand or hers, and failing, as his was somewhere unknown and hers seemingly left behind somewhere else. Failing that, Ron concentrated a moment, and a blanket appeared on the top of the couch. He pulled it down, covering them both before wrapping his arms around Luna under the blanket.

They both remained silent for long, fragile moments as if neither of them was brave enough to speak, to ruin the moment they just had. Luna idly traced the lines of his face as their heartbeats slowed together to a normal pace, from the frenzied race they had just been in. She leaned up and kissed him, running her hands through his sodden hair. Finally, Ron broke the silence, "I love you, Luna," he said just loudly enough to carry to her ear.

She grinned slowly, and kissed his nose, "I know you do, me too." Luna yawned hugely and snuggled into his chest, sighing softly as he felt his hands come down to cup her bum. "See you in an hour, or ten," Luna muttered as she felt herself start to slide off to sleep, a warm, happy feeling filling her middle contently.

"Night, Loony," Ron whispered to her, brushing her hair back from an ear to announce the findings. The fire and candles in the room automatically dimmed as Ron slipped away as well, his heart repaired once more.




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A/N: If you haven't read Chapter 3 of Looking Glass you should read that first: http://fanfiction.portkey.org/story/6766/4 This part is where Ron and Luna first make it across to the alternate universe. The protections in Rowena's ring, along with the sentience of Hogwarts itself worked to save them. There were hints that they were alive in Circle and several people did get them. Thanks as usual to Lady Starlight for her great beta work.
During the final battle
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May 24, 1998.

A long corridor sat empty and lifeless, the cracked windows along the corridor filled with the morning sunshine shining in from a cloudless sky. Cobwebs sat unheeded in the eaves, as if no elf or caretaker had cleaned in months. The skitter of claws broke the silence, as a mangy-looking black cat sprinted past, running down the hall in pursuit of some rodent.

The hall grew silent once more, and the sun fell on dusty floors, floors that should have been spotless and filled with half-asleep students on their way to Sunday breakfast. A brief shower of dust fell down through a beam of sunshine, sparkling as it fell from the rafters as the castle shifted slightly.

A soft hissing slowly broke the quiet, as the air in the center of the hall leading to the Great Hall shimmered and seemed to fold in on itself. A loud, popping CRACK snapped out, and several of the windows shattered, as a monochromatic swirl of light spread from nothing. It hung in the air for a moment, and then alarms blared, as the sound of running feet slapped the stones.

A bright light flared, and the vortex collapsed with a loud, ear shattering SNAP and as the light faded, a pair of crumpled bodies remained on the dusty floor. Red pooled underneath them, spreading rapidly from open wounds on both. The smaller of the two, was on top, her long, blonde hair at least half red, and partially escaping the tail it had been pulled back into. Her black skirt was almost totally ripped away in the back, revealing a long gash in her side, exposing the stark white of a rib. She moved, just barely and fell off the second arrival below her, a thin wand and a silver dagger falling to the floor beside them with a clatter.

The second arrival was covered in blood, his leg, side, and face almost completely red. The left side of his face was shattered, with a long jagged slice coming down from his hair through the left eye socket.

The sound of bootsteps came closer, and stopped suddenly. "Oh my fucking Merlin," a voice drawled quietly, disbelievingly, and footsteps approached cautiously.

"Oh, my God, Ron," Ginny whispered as she knelt next to him, and slowly reached for a pulse. Her fingers were instantly covered in blood as she felt at his neck, and her head fell limply as she found a pulse. "Get Poppy, Draco," she said quietly. She took a breath as she heard no movement, "GET HER," she screamed, and Draco sprinted off, yelling for Poppy.

"Hold on, Ron," Ginny murmured, tears in her eyes as she shifted over to check on Luna, "hold on."

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Two hours later, a tired, careworn Madame Pomfrey looked down at the pair in two hospital beds. The beds were pushed together, Pomfrey having learned her lesson long ago, with another pair. Crisp white sheets covered them to their chins, covering heavily bandaged torsos. A half dozen potion drips fed to each of them, as a pair of slowly pulsing orbs hovered over the head of the beds recording their heartbeats. Ron's face was half hidden behind bloodstained bandages, and fallen to one side towards Luna's.

Poppy had cleaned her hair; it gleamed softly in the early afternoon light streaming in through the Hospital windows. Her breathing was shallow, but unconsciously in time with her husbands' as Poppy frowned over a clipboard that slowly filled in with their vitals. She gasped softly as a line appeared on Luna's chart, she tapped it again, and it rewrote itself. She murmured something; a curse perhaps, then quickly went to the potions dripping into Luna and pulled several of the bags. She flicked her wand at a cabinet across the room and a new pair of potion bags these of a totally different color than any of the ones that had been hooked to her, started to feed into the blonde Ravenclaw.

"How are they, Poppy?" Ginny whispered, as if she were afraid that would wake them.

"They are not good, childe, but they should survive...though it was a close run thing." Poppy took a breath, gathering her thoughts, "They are not your brother and his wife, Ginevra."

"I know, Poppy, somehow, I knew when they arrived," Ginny replied, she brought her left hand to her face and scrubbed at her eyes, the gold of a simple ring, glinting.

Pomfrey walked back to Luna, and checked the drip of the new potions, "There is one other thing...She's pregnant, just barely...my standard diagnostic spells wouldn't have caught it, I just happened to be using higher-level incantations to look for internal trauma, of which there is entirely too much." Ginny took a breath, her face ashen behind her freckles. "Whatever magic brought them here, that kept them alive until I could get to them, protected the pregnancy as well, I have never seen anything like it. There was damage to organs next to her womb, but it escaped totally unharmed...I have seldom seen the like..."

"She always was impossible," Ginny frowned and moved to the head of the bed. She slowly ran her hand across Luna's forehead, sweeping lank strands of dirty blonde hair away from her face. "What happened to them, Poppy? How did they end up like this?"

Madame Pomfrey frowned, and looked down at her charges, "They both have extreme spell damage, Cruciatus, several different classes of cutting and piercing curses....That was before they seem to have been hit with several hundred pounds of stone...Then they seem to have severe transport trauma...I have managed to stabilize the psychic displacement shock, though I have been able to determine that the displacement is not that severe from our time line."

"When will they wake up?"

"She should wake up in the next day or two," Poppy replied without looking up towards the tiny redhead. "Her injuries were less severe, several of Ronald's appear to be from protecting her...he seems to have taken the fall of a large block of stone directly on his spine, I was able to repair the damage, but he will need rehabilitation. His left eye is gone, however, Luna had several of the Osiris eyes; I have started to prepare one for implantation. However I do not yet know when he will wake." Poppy nodded as if answering an unspoken question, made a final notation on the chart she held and straightened. "I need to look into supplies, are going to stay with them, Ginerva?"

"Yeah," Ginny nodded and sat in a chair next to the beds. She reached up and brushed aside Luna's hair again, "I will...even though they aren't from here, besides Draco, they are all that I have left."

August 1, 1998....Somewhere else.
2:20 pm

Ron limped slowly along the abandoned corridors of the ancient school, similar and yet at the same time so disparate from the castle at which he had spent almost half of his life. The halls were nearly abandoned, with only the occasional school-age child or periodic wizard moving furtively through the halls.

He continued on, moving through the bits of light and shadow cast by the sun streaming in through the ground floor windows, trekking towards the enclosed center courtyard of the school. The clack of the cane he was still forced to use since his waking a month ago sounded oddly in the almost empty castle, echoing off the stones. He swayed slightly as he came to a stop at the edge of the courtyard; he was still unused to the loss of his left eye, and the loss of depth perception that entailed.

A black patch with a yellow sunflower painted on it, courtesy of the person he was looking for, covered the gap, until he was deemed ready for the implantation of an magical eye. The damage to his body was almost healed; only the weakness of his left leg mandated the cane, which he ignored half the time anyway.

Ron shook of the thoughts of damage to himself as he paused a moment, and watched the woman sitting in the center of the courtyard, next to a round fountain that she had repaired a month ago. She was sitting, facing away from him, and looking down into the clear water, watching as several fish swam next to her bare feet dangling in the water. Blonde hair hung loosely down the back of the bright yellow sundress she was wearing, and he smiled faintly as she moved in it a touch, allowing the sun to paint her outline through the thin fabric.

He took a breath and started towards her, only to have her turn before he had made three steps and look back at him. A soft, mysterious smile danced for a moment across grey eyes, before she stood from the fountain and skipped over to him, to take his free hand in hers. "Lean on me, love," she murmured, taking his weight without complaint even though he almost doubled her own.

She eased them across the grass to sit on a broad stone bench under a willow tree, isolated from casual viewing. She let him settle to the bench, before she curled up in his lap; not bothering to fix the skirt of her dress as it almost rode up to her bum. She sighed contently as he brought one hand up to cup her bum and hold her against him. Ron looked down at her as she dropped her head on his shoulder.

Luna smiled contently, nuzzling his neck as his other hand rubbed slowly over her still flat stomach, "She doing alright?" Ron murmured, his voice softly choked. Luna nodded, and closed her eyes. He took a slow breath, as she burrowed back, his eyes tightening around her automatically. "I wanted you to have a home, love...not have you stranded a universe away from home and pregnant..."

She smiled and reached up, cupping his cheek and pulling his face down to hers. "I'm with you, Ronald," she whispered against his lips, letting her fingers move up to run through his hair, "we'll get through this..." she kissed his nose, "we will get home...I promise you."

"Our little girl will have to grow up here...she should be playing with Harry and Hermione's sprogs, causing mischief..." Ron whispered darkly, shaking in hidden rage.

He calmed at her touch. "She will have you and she will have me, Ronnie...And some day, she will get to play with them."

"Did you see that?" Ron replied quietly, "did you?" he murmured urgently.

Luna shook her head and held tight to him until there was no space between them, "No...but I know us...you are rather stubborn, Ronald, there is nothing I would not do for you, for us. We will be home, some day..."

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A/N: Ok, as promised in Looking Glass, here's a bit of Ron/Luna...And it might explain a bit more of what they've been up to for the last sixteen years or so. Thanks to Lady Starlight for her splendiferous work on this chapter without which, I am sure, this chapter would be utter drack. And of course I only own what I own, if I owned everything...then I would have never, ever let Jenny name a child Albus Severus...seriously, he is going to get his ass kicked in school.
Rated NC-17

Chapter 32 in LG
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
DADA #1
Feb 18, 2016

Overall, Ronald Weasley was rather pleased with the course of his life in the last couple of months since his return across the infinite thinness of the looking glass. He still rather had problems with his mother of her treatment of his daughter and by extension, his best friends. He had not really spoken to his sister-or the person that he still, sincerely though of as at best, a first class wanker, and at worst, a Death Eater who had escaped execution-for more than a few moments at a time. And he found that despite his wife's and really his own acceptance of the fact, he occasionally still had fatherly twinges about the overly obvious fact that his only child was a heartbeat away from completing a bonding that on occasion had brought as many tears to the participants as bouts of joy.

He only smiled at Luna, as she read through Muggle and magical wedding magazines, however. Because in the end-from the instant he had first really watched Sirius and Harriet together, early on that Christmas morning when neither thought they were being observed-he really could not imagine his little girl with anyone else.

Putting aside any small issues he might have, considering even the apparent rift with his mother one, as he thought, rightly his wife and best friends agreed, he rather enjoyed his life at the moment. His classes were going well, although it was a profession that he had never seen himself in, even in his most oddball dreams-and being married to Luna did rub off in more ways than one. While he still thought of himself as nowhere near the wizard that some of the people he had had teach him in the past, Harry, Hermione, Dumbledore, Moody, Remus...he found it enjoyable to watch as the students achieved in his class.

The first time a timid sixth year Hufflepuff snapped her wand down, and cried, "Expecto Patronum" and a small, but rather fierce-looking, glowing white Siamese scampered out, he had felt a lump in his throat. He even found time to play Quidditch these days; occasional pick-up games with members of his old house, or even a few professors against some students, which filled a void that he had not realized was there in the other world.

Unfortunately, even with all of that, one problem remained to Ron's comfortable existence, or at least was perplexing him at the moment. Grading homework.

In the past, he had only reluctantly written essays on any topic, even an almost pleasurable one about the history of Quidditch in his third year, but now he had to grade them. The horror was almost equivalent to facing a legion of Death Eaters in his boxers. He sighed and flipped over another parchment in a tall stack of them, and started to slowly read through another of his third year classes' attempts at comparing and contrasting Lethifolds, Dementors, and Nightshades. A bright orange quill marked a mistake in green ink, and he froze as a soft knock came from his open office door, leading down to the main Defense Classroom a half floor below.

A young lady stood there, her small hand lightly resting on the coming of the door looking in at him. "Can I come in, Professor Weasley?" she asked softly, her voice light and airy as if carried on the soft breeze that carried in from a barely cracked window, to moderate the heat from a roaring fire in the corner.

He just nodded, letting his quill fall to the blotter as she danced into the room, the light from the fire and several candles lighting her face. Her long, dirty-blonde hair was pulled into twin pigtails in either side of her head, and falling forward over her white school blouse that seemed to be about a half size too small. A house ensign peeked out from beneath the pigtail on her left; its blue and bronze trim matching that of the short black, pleated skirt she wore, that barely fell below the join of her thighs.

Ron took a couple of breaths as the young Ravenclaw slowly walked around the periphery of his rather large desk, her fingers slowly tracing along the hills and valleys of the stacks of parchments and books placed there. She stopped as she came to stand next to his chair, and backed to the desk, hopping back and up onto it, before crossing her legs, and letting them swing idly.

"C...can I help you, Miss?" Ron asked, suddenly hoarse for some reason.

She slowly reached up with her left hand to play with a small, beaded braid handing just in front of her left ear, left free of the pigtail the rest of her hair was in. A silvery ring, two bands of platinum surrounding a bed of deep purple, sparkled as she continued to twist the braid, "I was having trouble with my Patronus, Professor," she murmured, leaning forward slightly, and taking a breath, "I just don't seem happy enough."

"Really," Ron replied, as he glanced down to watch as a Mary-Jane dangled precariously on her toes, wobbling with every movement of her leg, which as he slowly panned up, he could watch the muscles lightly play under taut, lightly-tanned skin. "We can't have that...the Patronus Charm is a very important spell to have in our arsenal in these perilous times."

She jumped slightly as his fingers brushed her ankle, causing the dangling shoe to drop with a loud thump. Grey eyes tracked the path of those fingers, slightly rough from calluses gained by thousands of hours, with wand, sword and broom, as they slipped up past her knee, to rest on the top of her thigh, just at the hem of her skirt. A finger moved over to twist in the blue trim, "I was rather busy, but for such a dedicated student, I might be able to find time to...help."

The blonde licked her lips slowly, just the tip of a small pink tongue dampening them as it passed. "I do find that I rather need help." She let the left hand that had been playing with her hair drop to rest lightly on his. She flipped it over and interlaced their fingers, "Often."

Ron squeezed back, as he looked up into the same eyes he had woke to for eighteen years.

She smiled and squeezed his hand again, before letting go. "That's if the Professor doesn't mind having such a slow student?" Luna asked, her voice dropping slightly and roughening.

Sighing theatrically, Ron slowly stood from the comfortable leather chair behind his desk. He looked down at her from a height of several inches, letting his eyes roam, pausing on the bit of Ravenclaw blue lace that he could see though the several open buttons of her blouse. He let his hands rest lightly on her shoulders as she looked up at him, small white teeth working worriedly at her lower lip. "It will require a great deal of...discipline to become very good at Defense, my dear. And I fear that it will take a great deal of my time to impart it to you..."

Luna slowly slid from the desk, to stand in front of him. She let her fingers trail lightly down his chest, stopping on each button of his shirt, his tie long since tossed in a corner and forgotten. "What do I need to do to convince you that I'm worth the time, R...Professor?"

"I'm sure that a member of a house noted for such...intelligence would be able to think of something."

Luna smirked slightly, and glanced back over her shoulder. The door slammed shut of its own volition, and as she slowly spun away from him a soft squishing sound came from it. Her second shoe was abandoned as she padded silently over the ancient, polished wood to the nearest window. Slowly working at the knot of her tie, she lowered it to the middle of her chest, idly unbuttoning buttons on her blouse until only the bottom four remained. Her eyes flickered slightly as she leaned back against the wall, next to an empty, upright birdcage.

Ron watched as she dropped her hand to her thigh, drawing her wand, and flashing him a tantalizing view of blue silk as she did so. A wave of her wand, and a small, silk cushion appeared on the floor at his feet, and she sauntered back over. Holding his eyes with hers, she sank to her knees on the cushion in front of him. She sighed as his fingers rubbed over her head possessively.

She let herself enjoy the petting for moment, reading his emotions along their bond, before she smirked and started to unbutton his fly. Ron gasped and staggered back she reached in and ran her fingers along the front of his bright orange boxers, giggling as a rather undressed witch on a broom diverted around her hand.

Gasping, he half fell back against the desk as she grabbed the waist of his trousers with both hands and pulled them down, taking his boxers along with them. She looked up at him through loose fringe, and bent forward, slowly taking him into her mouth.

Ron moaned, loudly, as Luna started to bob, sucking lightly on each stroke as she pulled back only to dart forward again. He only groaned further as he watched her reach down, lifting up the front of her skirt with her free hand and slowly starting to stroke over the already-drenched sapphire fabric below.

Her whimper, muffled as it was, sent a shiver down his spine, nearly sending him over the edge even before she had truly begun. Ron's eyes closed as her cradled her head and leaned his head back letting her 'persuade' him properly.

Luna let her fingers slip inside her knickers, and inside herself, stroking lightly. A slow, boiling pool of quicksilver rolled in her belly, as luminous grey eyes, fluttered closed.

"L...luna," Ron moaned, "I'm..."

"M...mmmm..." Luna replied succinctly, and Ron shivered, his stomach muscles clenched as he fought his release. She only increased her torture, and a beat later, Ron cried out her name, shuddering as he came and fell back so the desk was the only thing holding him up.

Luna pulled away a moment later, her eyes seemingly lit softly from within, and licking her lips languidly. Trailing her fingers slowly up the long scar on his left leg, she looked up into his eyes and giggled lightly as his left eye swiveled and moved on it's own for a bit, Ron having lost control of it for a minute. "Are you convinced yet, Professor?" she asked in a soft, girl's voice, as he continued to shake slightly.

"N...Not quite yet," he managed, his voice steadying, as he reached down and pulled her to her feet in front of him. She continued to look up at him, now from a distance of only a foot or so, as he unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her blouse, one by one. Ron undid her tie, and slowly pulled it from her collar to let it drop to the floor next to him. Her shirt dropped on top of it, as he brushed it off her shoulders.

His fingers ghosted along a long, thin scar on her right side, running from under the blue lace of her bra cup around along her ribs. She smiled at him, an entirely different smile from the playful one that it replaced, and leaned forward to kiss him directly over his heart, answering in actions where words did not do.

They stood there, quietly for a minute, her head tucked her his chin, before she started to unbutton his shirt, working from the bottom up until she could reach up and finish undressing him with a quick brush of her hands. She leaned up wrapping her arms around her neck and using them to lift her lips to his ear, "What do I need to convince you?"

A loud, surprised squeak rang out as he suddenly picked her up as he spun in place and set her on his desk, knocking stacks of essays to the floor in a blizzard of parchments. He eased her back until she was half lying back on his desk. Ron leaned forward, and kissed her, pressing her even further into his thick, padded blotter. Small fingers tangled in his hair, mussing his hair as she tightened and twisted her fingers.

Ron deepened the kiss, tracing his tongue over her lips and pushing forward as their mouths mated hungrily, even as he tried to keep his weight off her. His efforts were thwarted as she pulled him down to her.

"I don't care, Ronnie," she muttered against his lips, rocking up into him automatically as she felt his quick recovery on her thigh, "I like you on me." Her hand trailed down, and stroked him, feeling as he fully recovered and started to push into her hand. "But I'd rather you'd be in me."

He nodded and lifted himself off her, holding his weight with one hand as his other slid down her thigh, and pushed up her skirt to draw her wand, his having tumbled to the floor along with the stacks of graded and ungraded papers. He touched the tip to her belly, just below the silver moon dangling there today, and started to mumble something only to be stopped by her fingers on his lips.

She shook her head, and the barest whisper of her voice in his head caused him to set the wand aside, the spell uncast. Instead his hand trailed back down to the hem of her skirt and pushed it up. He twisted his fingers in the front of her knickers and pulled them down her legs, pushing them down past her knees, until they fell loosely to the floor as she kicked them down.

"You are beautiful, my Queen," he whispered in her ear, as he looked down at her, her skirt pushed to her hips and her chest already heaving. Her eyes fluttered closed, as he started to run his fingers along her lower lips, gliding lightly up and down as she squirmed.

Luna let out a loud squeak, as his thumb stroked across an erect nubbin, and settled down to a quiet continual moan as she tried to buck up into him, only to be held down by the pressure of his other hand on her hip. "Roonniiieee," she murmured, her back arching until only the top of her head touched the desk, as he kept his thumb on her clit, and slowly slid his middle finger into her. He stroked for a minute before adding his ring finger, causing her to shout something unrecognizable into the air.

Ron pumped her faster, his thumb stroking in opposition to his fingers.

Luna squirmed, shuddering as she arched up again, bending nearly in half. "Ohhhh....Snoorackkksss....." she cried as she came undone, her walls clamping around his fingers. Her eyes flickered closed, the lids fluttering as she shuddered and panted, flopping bonelessly back to the desk.

She only vaguely realized Ron had pulled his fingers away, before she found herself on her belly, with his hands cradling her hips under her skirt. Flickers of colored light danced on the inside of her eyelids as Ron, slid into her with a faint grunt, and started to slowly move, even before she had came down.

"O..." Luna whispered, her eyes crossing as she looked back over her shoulder at Ron. His hands left her hips as he let his chest fall to her back, and reached around to knead her breast through the blue lace of her bra. A strangled gasp escaped as he paused for a single beat, then let his other hand lift her hips slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. "R...onnn"

Ron's hand on her breast pushed up under the fabric of her bra. He blinked sweat out of his eyes, shaking his hair from his eyes. Wind from nowhere started to ruffle the papers and slowly, they started to float up from the floor, and sparkles of lighting danced along the eves of the room. "T...touch...yourself," he panted in her ear, before kissing her roughly.

Luna moaned loudly into his throat as she reached down under them, to rub the tips of her fingers at the point where they were joined. A rush of fire flickered from the pass of her fingers, rushing outward to the tips of her limbs and crashing back to the growing pool of fire building in her belly. A second set of nerves slowly overrode her own, as she could feel the quivering of the body behind her, almost more than the feeling of her own stomach tightening.

Quiet, wet, smacking sounds competed with Ron's continual muttering of her name, between his pants and Luna's quiet, cat-like mews. Luna dropped her forehead to the cool wood of his desk, as her world, already ethereal, swirled as she felt herself being drawn back, her aura flaring in her sight.

A long, hard thrust scooted the desk slightly and she yelped. "F...faster...." she sputtered as her belly burned and the small of her back tightened. Her fingers moved even faster on her clit, Ron thrust once more and cried out, as he let go into her, and a rush filled her thoughts and body.

Luna followed him along as a rush of quiet sound and invisible color filled her senses. Her body shook under his, milking him for a long moment before she went limp under him. He collapsed on her back as she continued to quiver randomly, panting heavily.

A sudden, soul-deep sense of loss filled her as Ron pulled back and staggered backwards to the floor. Luna shakily pushed up on her arms and took one step before collapsing onto his lap. Looking down on herself as her eyes more or less started to work once more, and finding her bra twisted and half off, she flicked the front closure off her and let it fall away, shrugging her shoulders to drop it off to the floor.

Luna twisted on his lap, turning to wrap both arms around him, before burrowing her face into his throat.

Ron half slipped down the wall, still holding her to his chest.

Her body rose and fell as he fought to catch his breath, his lips pressed to the crown of her head. Love you, Ronald...

Yeah, he replied, idly stroking her hip and bum, you too, Luna.

She smiled up at him as he let his hand trail up her side, fingers counting her ribs, before they found a thin, white scar that ran from her ribs under the bottom of her right breast, a souvenir of that last, desperate stand less than a kilometer from where they were right now. I'm sorry, Luna. I wish that-

I don't. I will never leave you, Ronald, my love...she nibbled along his pulse, before tracing the vein with the tip of her tongue. And I would do it again, follow you to the gates of Hell...cause I would be really lonely without you...she reached up with one hand, lightly drawing her nails along the thin, white line in his ruby mop. I'm nothing without you, Ron...an insane girl in the corner-

Luna-

No, you keep me whole, keep me from following a path through the future or the now and never coming back...It happened to my Grandmother after her husband died, she murmured, with crystal lucidity. She shook her head, cutting off a half-formed thought, I don't care that you're not all powerful, you gave me...me, and Harriet, and Merlin willing one or two more-

Two more? he muttered thoughtfully, and she shrugged.

Maybe, I'm still young, if I was a Muggle I'd maybe be twenty five...not that eighteen or twenty Hermione pulls off, but...

Not seven huh? I would have loved to be able to do this when we were here; Harry and Hermione were just annoying.

If you carry them, she replied, nipping at his neck, I wouldn't have let you cheat either, Ronald...I'm just glad we've got the range up, beyond touching distance.

Ron grinned mischievously, and started to tickle her ribs, causing her to squirm wildly, before he grabbed her, and laid her down on the office floor.

The stone floor gave way under her weight, like a fine mattress as she looked up at him, soft grey eyes half concealed by wispy damp stands of her hair that had escaped the twin tails most of it was still in. Come here, my King, she whispered lovingly, pulling him down on top of her. She pushed and pulled until he was where she wanted him, his head cradled against her upper chest and his weight fully on her, nearly twice again her own.

Alright there, Luna? he asked, a sigh of contentment his only reply.

She was smiling absently at something, her gaze far into the middle distance, as she let her fingers play with the wet hair on the back of his head. Her fingers kept moving as she remained silent, the small smile that decorated her face still there, and a small frown darkened his face.

Come back to me, Luna.

She blinked, and bent her head, kissing the white streak in his hair, I was wrong, Ron.

"About what?" he asked, with the faintest of yawns under his words.

It wasn't blue...she explained cryptically and wiggled to get comfortable as she closed her eyes. I'm just going to sleep here; you can get back to grading...as long as you don't move. Her arms tightened around him, I'll just be right here.

Ron looked across the room, at the scattered papers, blown here and there as if a small tornado had whirled though, at the toppled stacks of books, tumbled empty creature cages and a suit of armor lying on its belly across the doorway as if to bar entry. He sighed and closed his eyes, his moving his head a few times to burrow between her breasts. "Nox," he muttered to the room, and the candles died, leaving only the red-gold glow of the fire to sparkle off Luna's hair.

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