A/N: A couple of weeks ago I asked my friends on my LJ to suggest a prompt and a pairing or HP character and I promised them a little ficlet/drabble. I wrote this for heather11483 whose prompt was "She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love" from Van Morrison's "Crazy Love" with a Ron/Luna pairing. This was the result. This is un-beta'd so all mistakes are mine.
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"You TOLD THEM?!"
Harry and Hermione winced at Ron's strident screech. Harry, realizing that he'd better batten down the hatches cast a quick silencio around their table and prepared for impact. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!" Ron went on, building up steam with every word. "I'LL NEVER LIVE THIS DOWN, THEY'LL TAKE THE MICKEY OUT OF ME UNTIL I'M OLD AND PRUNEY AND I ONLY EAT PRUNES AND I NEED TO WEAR GRANNY NAPPIES! AND THEY'LL COME BACK AS GHOSTS TO HAUNT ME JUST TO TEASE ME ABOUT THIS!"
"Ron! You're overreacting!" Hermione tried to reach out for Ron's hand but he jerked it back angrily, his nostrils flaring to dangerous proportions. "I'm sorry, ok? I thought they already knew!"
"Why would you think that Hermione?! Why?! I don't tell my brothers anything because -"
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love. The chorus of a song drifted over to them and the three of them just knew it was courtesy of Fred and/or George.
"That's why!!" Ron was practically hopping with his rage, his arms straight and tight at his sides, his fists clenched in fury.
"It's just some minor teasing," Harry said with all the calm of a negotiator trying to coax a jumper off a ledge. "They'll get bored in a few days."
"And what about Luna?" Ron asked with exasperation.
"I don't think it'll be that big of a surprise that you fancy her," Hermione replied wryly. "She's fancied you for ages."
Ron's eyes popped out of his head. "And why am I always the last to know?"
Harry and Hermione exchanged identical wry looks. "Just ask her for a dance, mate," Harry sighed. "It's a wedding, it's romantic, and it's a good time to tell her you like her instead of just staring at her all the time."
Ron sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Ok, all right, I'll do it."
Fred and George were dancing with each other on the floor, Fred having abandoned his new wife Angelina for his brother. They were singing loudly and off key and casting the occasional kissy face at Ron while he made his way across the dance floor to Luna's table.
"May I have this dance?" Ron asked Luna quietly.
Her clear blue eyes lit up and a smile spread slowly across her face. As Ron lead her out onto the dance floor (giving a subtle two fingered salute and a glare for good measure at the twins) and into his arms, he realized what he should've seen ages ago: she did give him love, love, love, love crazy love and he was more than happy to return it.
Even if it didn't save him from a good year's worth of ribbing.
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