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The Moon in the Arms of Night	By : sarcastrow Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Moon in the Arms of Night
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The Prisoner and The Fugitive

“Rodolphus, lay down your wand.”
Dean stood by Aberforth’s side, the large man’s magically amplified voice booming from him. The remaining Death Eaters were trapped in a corner of the great Hall, and the thirty-plus Hogwartians who had trapped them did not drop their guard on the eighteen who still stood. While a roaring celebration was forming rapidly behind the group, Aberforth addressed the leader again.
“Riddle is gone, Rabastan is gone, Bellatrix is gone; Thorfinn, Crabbe, Nott, all gone. Look around you.”
The man in the mask chanced a glance to his side.
“You have a very important decision to make, all of you. You die here, now, or you surrender. Those are your two choices. Choose!”
There were eight in masks and ten fools who followed. Of the ten, nine immediately dropped their wands.
“Aye, so wise of you. If you would, please step this way,” Seamus Finnigan said lightly to the ones who surrendered. He gestured toward the doorway with his wand. Nine still stood as Seamus followed the others out.
Aberforth never lowered his guard. “So what’ll it be, Rodolphus? You were always the smart one of that idiot lot. Be the smart one now!”
There was a small nod from the man in the mask, and his wand fell to the floor. Eight others followed.
“Good plan,” Aberforth said, and turned to Dean as Seamus reentered the hall. “You and Finnigan take these to Shaklebolt.” He turned and spoke to the students and common people who surrounded him. “The rest of you, well done.”
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“Have you seen Luna?” Dean asked with worry in his voice. “We got separated when the spiders attacked.”
Seamus smiled at his friend; it was obvious he had missed him greatly. “Well, got somethin’ for the Loony, do we?”
Dean looked at him seriously. “Don’t call her that, Shay.”
“Ah, don’t mean nothin’ by it,” Seamus said, and patted Dean’s shoulder. “She’s great. Like Luna a lot, I do. She’s fine. Saw her just a bit ago fightin’ Bellatrix afore Mrs. Weasley did the deed for us.” Seamus looked up at his best friend and fought the tears. “Missed you, you big lug.”
“Missed you too, brother mine.” Dean cuffed him lightly on the back of the head. “I’m gonna go find her.”
“No need, there she is.” Seamus pointed across the hall to the steps leading up to the platform at the front of the hall. Luna sat on the steps conversing with Neville, the sword of Gryffindor laid on his lap. “I’m going to the hospital, should have gone a while ago.”
Dean looked at his friend in concern. Like everyone in the hall he was spattered in blood, but Dean had assumed it wasn’t coming from Seamus. “Are you all right? Christ, Shay, let’s get you down there.”
“No, no, I’m fine, most o’ this is hers.” He looked in Dean’s eyes. Dean had never seen his friend so serious, so worried. “Lav’s hurt bad, I…”
Dean nodded. “Go.”
Seamus turned and sped from the hall.
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“You did marvelously, Neville,” Luna was saying as Dean approached. “You did as much as Harry this year.”
“No, I…”
“Neville Longbottom!” she said in an authoritative voice. “You built an army from children, you planned a spectacular defense of the castle, you personally stood up to the Dark Lord unarmed, and you killed the snake. One day soon you will know just how important that was. You are as much a hero as anyone in this room. Accept your accolades, you have earned them.” Dean chuckled. She sounded like one of the professors.
“Don’t argue, Nev,” Dean said as he sat next to Luna. “I’ve learned the last month not to, she’s usually right.”
Luna turned to him and smiled broadly. “I am very happy you survived uninjured, Dean.” And then she was kissing him, and the world receded. They were free, they were safe, they were falling into a deep snog… they were being shaken by a laughing Neville.
“Yes, Neville?” Luna said when she and Dean parted lips.
Still laughing he said. “While I think this is great, you should take it somewhere private.” He stopped, looked across the hall, and smiled in a completely different way. “But then again, I could be wrong.” He looked at them with great affection. “Thanks Dean, Luna. You’ve made my day.”
They weren’t they only couple celebrating with a healthy snog in the hall. Anthony Goldstein swept Parvati Patil into his arms as she ran to him, and she peppered his face with kisses. Then all eyes fell on Hannah Abbot slowly walking to Neville and embracing him. They looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment and then he kissed her. A cheer went up from a group seated nearby. But the real surprise for everyone was when, a few minutes later, Pomona Sprout ran pell-mell the length of the hall to wrap her arms around Aberforth Dumbledore and snog him thoroughly in the doorway.
“Guess the secret’s out now,” Dean heard him say as he and Luna passed them on their way out of the hall.
“Take me to bed, Ab,” she replied.
He laughed, “That I will, my buxom wench,” and he kissed her again.

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The Quidditch dressing rooms were deserted. Some of the stands were smoking ruins but the player facilities still stood. There were signs that a pitched battle had taken place in the women’s side; holes were blasted completely through the walls in spots, and portion of the roof was gone where it appeared a giant had punched it in with his fist. The men’s side was unscathed.
Dean led Luna to the showers. He gallantly summoned some towels from the cupboard before kissing Luna soundly and escorting her to her own cubicle. He drew her curtain, stepped into the one next to hers, and began peeling his clothes from his aching body. He couldn’t help but moan when he lifted his arms above his head to take his shirt off.
“Are you all right, Dean?” he heard her from over the wall.
“Just sore, you?”
“Yes.” There was a pause. “I think we should help each other,” she said as she entered his cubicle. She was already down to just her knickers and bra.
He chuckled. “You are going to be an entirely up-front girlfriend, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
She was kissing him again, and he was getting used to it quickly. He wanted her, he wanted sleep, he wanted to weep for the lost, he wanted to just curl up and let the world spin for a while without him. But mostly, he decided, he wanted to be right where he was.
He wasn’t consciously aware of how or when the rest of their clothes came off. He did notice Luna seal the door with her wand, hastily pulled from her hair. She pointed it at the shower taps and they spun on, the nozzle suddenly washing them in warm water. Dean reluctantly pulled from Luna’s lips and groaned in pleasure. He heard her sigh as well.
“We are quite filthy, aren’t we?” she asked with a grin in her voice.
“Well, I certainly am,” he said. “Don’t know how you can stand to be near me. I smell atrocious.”
“Oh, I like your smell, Dean, but combined with the hippogriff dung it is a bit overpowering just now.” She laughed and turned him around to face the wall. He was momentarily puzzled and then he felt the flannel on his back as she washed him. She took great care, gently cleaning the cuts and scrapes he didn’t even know were there. “How did you get that on you?”
“The hippogriff dung? They attacked the Death Eaters out behind the castle while Grawp and I were fighting the giants,” he said, leaning back and letting the water cascade down his neck. “UUUhh, gods, that’s good.”
“You are so very brave, Dean.” He turned to her, hearing the awe in her voice. “Giants are extremely dangerous, even when they are on your side,” she said against his chest as she hugged him.
“I don’t know, Grawp and I were doing really good, and then one of the big guys managed to break Grawp’s foot. He went a little bonkers after that, but still he kept an eye on me so he knew where I was.”
“What happened to the giants?”
“Grawp and I killed five. The rest gave it up as a bad plan.”
She hugged him very tight indeed. “I too killed last night.” Her tears mixed with the warm water on his chest.
Dean kissed the top of her head as she cried against him. He understood what it took for her to trust him enough to break down in his presence. Throughout their stay at Shell Cottage she had been a rock of stability. The only time she let her guard down was in his arms as they slept. He had heard her in the night as she fought the invisible specters of her dreams. Dean knew – more than he wanted to, really – what she had endured. That she felt she could totally trust him with her heart and deepest feelings triggered his inner Gryffindor quite suddenly, and in a very profound way. A wave of love nearly dropped him to his knees, but the fierce determination to protect her from being hurt by anyone ever again dwarfed even that.
He loved this ethereal girl. Dean realized that he hadn’t really ever loved before, not like this. He would do anything for her, and that thought brought a kind of peace to him. It was then that he recognized what he needed to say to her at that moment, “We did what we had to do, Luna. The giants weren’t the only ones I killed.”
“Yes, I know. I was there in the courtyard,” she said. “But I never wish to kill again.” She looked into his eyes, tears rolling from hers. “I could feel them die, Dean. It’s…”
“Okay,” he said and hugged her. “It’s okay, Luna. It’s okay.” He pulled back and looked at her. “You didn’t hesitate, you didn’t second guess, you were amazing.” He drew her back into an embrace and let the water wash over them. “Seventeen, not counting the giants,” he said.
Her head nodded against his chest. “I don’t know. There were so many in the court yard.”
“They weren’t all you. There were nine of us there.”
He felt her hug him harder. “I know, but it doesn’t make it easier.”
“Lav and Parv have us all beat.”
“She is very close to death, Dean.”
“Will she die?”
“I think not. She is fighting quite hard to live, and Seamus is there.”
“Shay’s helping?”
She smiled at him. “Love always helps, Dean.” She kissed him. “Just look what yours has done for me.”
“He loves her, eh? He hasn’t mentioned it.”
“He doesn’t know,” she said thoughtfully. “His heart is tentative , and has been for a while. Some people don’t recognize love immediately. He may not understand his for a long time.” She kissed him again and gave him a grin. “We will just have to guard his love for him until he finds it.”
He didn’t completely understand what she meant but he trusted her to do the right thing. “I love you,” he said, turning her to the wall. “Your turn.” He smiled and summoned shampoo for her. “I’m doing your hair first.” The bottle held a woodsy-scented shampoo, and he lathered her hair vigorously, massaging her scalp as he went. All Luna could manage were moans of pleasure as he ran his fingers through her hair. After rinsing her hair he repeated the process with the conditioner he summoned from the same shelf. Then he lathered the flannel and gently began washing her body. The more the dirt washed away, the more he could see of her.
She’d taken a few hits herself during the battle. There were scrapes over a good portion of her left side, a line was burned across her right shoulder blade, and she had a through-and-through puncture the size of a pencil on the underside of her left bicep. “We need to get you back to the hospital and have that taken care of, Luna. It must hurt.”
“The spider venom has numbed it and cauterized the wound; I’m fine for now.”
“That was a spider?” he asked, incredulous.
“Seamus blasted it off with an Incendio. I think that’s where the burn on my back came from.”
“Shay needs to aim better.”
“His aim was perfect, my love.”
“Still, here.” He picked up his wand and muttered the healing charm while he traced the burn with the tip.
She sagged into his arms and sighed in relief. “I hadn’t realized how much that hurt until the pain was gone. Thank you, Dean.”
His arms were wrapped around her from behind. She was slippery from the soapy water and slid from his grasp into a giggling pile on the floor. As she got to her knees she smiled and said, “Well, this is convenient.” She reached out and grasped his cock with one hand while tracing patterns with the other on the skin of his bollocks.
“Um, Luna, I’m not sure I’ve…” He felt himself start to stiffen as she took him in her mouth. “On the other hand,” he said, smiling.
Yes, she had read. The blow job she was delivering was certainly in his top ten. Dean, being a man gifted with substance, was not an easy undertaking, but Luna was accomplishing it with style and techniques that Dean had never experienced. The water flowing over him lent an extra sensation to the feel of her mouth and fingertips, and he felt the beginnings of his release building. “Luna, wait,” he said.
“Am I doing something wrong?” she asked plainly.
“No, not at all,” he said, and chuckled. “I’ve just got this one left in me today and I want you to enjoy it, too.”
“I am enjoying it, Dean.”
“Yeah, but I think you’ll like this even more. Wingardium Leviosa Luna,” he said, and she floated up off the floor. He pulled her to him. “Wrap your legs around me, yes, good.” Her heels crossed in the small of his back and she leaned in and kissed him.
“I suspect you want this,” she said, reached between them, and guided the head of his cock to her entrance. She grinned at him and pushed herself down quickly onto his now fully hard cock. “OH!”
“You all right?’ he asked.
“Oh, yes, I just need to learn to take that a bit slower.” She breathed deeply for a few moments. “Mmm, yes, I’m fine now.” Luna moved herself up and down once and smiled broadly. “This was a very good idea, Dean.”
“I do have them from time to time.”
“Quite often, mmmm,” she purred. Being weightless let her gently ride him while he held her loosely in his arms. “This is even better than the first time, Dean.”
“Have I told you I love you yet today?”
“Yes. Tell me again.”
“I love you, Luna. So very much.” And the time for talking was done.
Contrast, Luna thought and Dean heard her amid the bliss. Your dark, my light; the death around us, the life force we are sharing; the warm water, the cool air; your long hardness, my deep softness. She smiled and a few tears fell.
Dean noticed, but he knew this time. “Happy?” he said as he rocked her back and forth.
“Yes, Dean, very.” She kissed him. “Love me.”
“That I will, Luna. That I do.”
Their pace picked up. There was panting, there was kissing, there were promises of love, and there was joy. The more Luna let go of herself, the more of her elation leaked out of her. Dean was aware of the pure happiness enveloping them, and he reveled in her unique gift. A bubble of unadulterated jubilation surrounded them, permeating them. When he shouted her name at the ceiling and came, she clutched at him and shuddered as her own spectacular orgasm shot through her. After her hug of desperate need became a softer embrace, Dean dispelled the levitation charm and gently lowered her to her feet.
“I love you, Dean Thomas,” Luna said. The water still sprayed from the shower head, warm and soothing. She closed her eyes and laid her head against Dean’s chest.
He closed his eyes and laid his cheek on the top of her head. “I love you, Luna Lovegood,” he replied.
They stood there in the warm water for another ten minutes, silent and enraptured, then Luna yawned widely and Dean soon followed. Silently, he turned off the taps and gathered her in one of the towels. As she deftly tucked one end into the wrap to hold it up, he took another and began drying her hair. There certainly was a lot of it. Dean hadn’t really grasped just how long her hair was until that moment. He tossed one soaked towel into the adjacent cubicle and summoned another. For her part, Luna just stood in their stall, hanging on to a hook to keep herself upright.
When at last her hair was just simply a little damp, he turned her to him and drew her into an embrace. “I’m not letting you sleep alone… well, pretty much ever again,” he chuckled. “I’m also not putting those hippogriff shit smelling clothes back on. Allow me.” Dean was very talented at transfiguration; professor Flitwick had commented on it his whole career at Hogwarts. With a flick of his newly-won wand, Dean transfigured their towels into fluffy robes. Another flick and four more towels became slippers.
The trek back to Gryffindor Tower was longer than he had ever thought it could be. Dean was nearly asleep on his feet when he pushed the door to his old room open. He snickered at the sight; Ron’s bed drapes were closed, but the pile of jackets and shoes by the side told him that Hermione was behind those curtains, too. Harry’s curtains were open, and he and Ginny lay sound asleep and fully-clothed, spooning on top of the covers. Seamus and Neville’s beds were both empty.
Dean led Luna by the hand to his bed, and drew back the covers for her. Luna dropped her robe to the floor and slid naked into the bed. He did the same and snuggled up next to her. “I love you, my brilliant Ravenclaw. See you in the morning,” he said as he closed the curtains.
“I love you my Gryffindor champion,” she said and kissed him.
As sleep rapidly claimed them the world outside spun on, but in the safety and security of their dorm room, three couples slumbered peacefully at last. There would be pain, and there would be trials, but in the end love would, as it always does, triumph.
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