Without Supervision by madscientist

Rating: NC17
Genres: Drama
Relationships: Ron & Luna
Book: Ron & Luna, Books 1 - 6
Published: 03/05/2006
Last Updated: 14/08/2007
Status: In Progress

PG-13 to NC-17 outtakes and “lost” scenes for Ron and Luna in Harry Potter 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 about 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.




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**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**
***************************Hogwarts?*********************************

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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