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Loving Luna	By : LadyMoon Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 29655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Each chapter will state who she is being paired with. The name will be in ( ). So the main pairing will be Luna with said male. Also some of these may end up being a two-shot or maybe in a three-shot. If that is the case then the chapters will ALL be titled the same. Example: Luna's Choice Pt.1, Luna's Choice Pt. 2 or so on. If the chapters are connected then they will share the same title.

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The pairing on for this chapter is Harry.

Warnings are as follows: Some language and sexual content.

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The Prompt used was #1.The Morning After

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"Merlin’s Sagging Arse and he wonders why I get so frustrated." Ginny wasn’t aware that her voice could be considered worthy of a whining three year old. Despite this quality her best friend continued to listen as she ranted. Tonight was supposed to be a happy night, a fun night. Instead of having a blast she was stuck sitting on the ragged old couch being forced to complain about the many reasons she wasn’t completely ecstatic about dating the Wonderful Amazing Chosen One turned Hero. If all those simpering witches knew exactly how boring and blah the Great Harry Potter truly was then he’d lose his fan base. This wasn’t how she’d imagined their relationship to be after graduation. Where was the romance? There was no passion or spark to keep her from straying. It really was his fault that she couldn’t remain faithful. This was supposed to be date night but instead of enjoying each other’s company they had to make it a triple date. Her boyfriend would rather sit on the other couch with his friends and get drunk. Unlike Hermione, she wasn’t content to sit off to the side with her nose in a book. At least Luna had the decency to try to keep her company. "Doesn’t it bother you that Neville would rather sit over there getting drunk off his arse than snog with you."

"No," Luna’s comment came instantly. Honestly, she didn’t care either way. The only reason Neville was technically her boyfriend was because she’d been roped into saying yes because of Ginny. Neville had asked her to go steady right in front of their other four friends. More or less her best friend had gushed and hugged her immediately screaming how happy she was for them both. Harry and Ron had congratulated Neville on finally asking her. No one had given her the time to actually answer the question, they had all assumed it was what she wanted. Being with Neville wasn’t what she wanted. For the last two years she had remained only to keep the others happy. She didn’t want to break up their group. They were the only real friends she had.

"That’s probably because he’s all over you all the time." Ginny wished Harry would once again look at her with that look with adoration. Their relationship had turned to a platonic fuck-buddy but lets not speak to each other kind of relationship. Even the sex wasn’t doing it for her. She couldn’t remember when the last time they had cuddled after sex. The only real thing he had going for him was his size. He was still the largest she’d ever had, if she didn’t count that quick fling with Zabini. She didn’t like being treated like a fragile piece of glass in bed. He’d always bitch whenever she tried to get rough or wild. What guy didn’t want his girl to scratch or pull hair. She was just letting him know that she liked the way he was doing it. Even when he got off his sanctimonious arse to fuck her like she wanted it wouldn’t last long before he slowed down to do the same boring slow in and out.

Luna wasn’t going to argue with her friend. They both had their own ideals of what they wanted. If Luna had to name a relationship she envied then she’d say Ronald’s and Hermione’s. The two did argue upon occasion but one could hear the love in their voice despite the ire. It was usually the witch bitching at something the other had done but the two didn’t let it put a damper on their feelings. Hermione also was content letting Ronald hang out with his friends, saying it was healthy for any relationship to spend time apart and with friends. This play date was a relief from Luna’s normal weekends. Neville was too attentive, too pushy, too adoring, to the point it all seemed forced and faked. Often she felt like he was trying to stress the fact that they were together, like he was in denial over something else. There had never really been much emotion in their kissing. She didn’t want to think about the six times they had gotten around to shagging. The last time had been four months ago. Since that time she refused to let him get anywhere near that part of her anatomy. They had tried a position Ginny had told her about, being on the hands and knees. Neville had been slamming away without any care if she were enjoying it or not. His last thrust had rammed it right up the wrong hole. It hadn’t gone in far, due to his size and no lubrication but it had still hurt.

"You don’t know how lucky you are. Neville is so sweet and attentive towards you. The man practically worships the ground you walk on. Honestly, these days my mother gets more attention from him than I do." Ginny took a sip of her cocktail, making sure to watch as the three males shouted at something happening on that damn muggle device. She didn’t see the attraction of the games. Hermione had said they were something Muggles called the Olympics. It was boring in her opinion. Did anyone want to hear how she had been made captain of the Harpies? There was nothing those sports offered that couldn’t be found in Quidditch.

Luna was sure Ginny was over exaggerating. Every so often Harry would glance back in their direction with a dreamy look on his face. He was doing it now. Ronald was calling someone foul names but Harry wasn’t paying attention. Instead he was looking in their general direction with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Whatever he was thinking about, it wasn’t those men running around in circles. Sure, Neville tended to paw and hound her but none of it was done with real affection. Not the type of affection that made a girl want to lean back and take in his scent, relishing the feel of his strong arms around her.

With a heavy sigh, the Savior turned back to the television. Luna wondered what he was thinking about. Once she would have asked but not these days. The last time she had spoken to him directly was two months ago. It had been at Molly and Arthur’s anniversary party thrown by George and Angie. The party itself had been fun and wonderful. Needing fresh air she had stepped outside at the Burrow to take in the night sky. Harry had already been doing so when she found him. Being sensitive to others she had immediately noticed that he was contemplating something serious that was causing him grief. Wanting to be a good friend she had walked up to him to grab his hand and to ask if he’d like to talk about it. As soon as he realized it was her squeezing his fingers he had snatched his hand away and swore in a way to make Bill proud. "Don’t fucking touch me, Luna. Go away, stop trying to be my fucking friend." Those words had been painful, more so than the several times Bellatrix Lestrange had gotten bored and thought she’d make fine entertainment. They hadn’t been friends since, not in her mind. He spoke to everyone else like nothing had changed but didn’t appear to realize that she was around. "You’ll feel better once this week is over."

"I’m not bleeding! Seriously, I know I’m not imagining this. I know what a man looks like when he’s in love." Look at her idiotic brother! Ginny snorted seeing the puppy eyes her sibling gave Hermione as he turned to ask if there was anything else to snack on in the kitchen. Harry has never looked at her like that! She wouldn’t be shocked if he was already cheating or thinking about it. "I’ll prove it."

Sure, she would. Luna wanted to tell her friend to get something stronger to drink. The only one in this room that didn’t have a man in love with her was herself. Neville was in love with the idea of being in love. He didn’t really love her as a lover. She was a good friend and he wanted to be with someone, she was convenient. Not wanting to be overheard she leaned in closer to the ginger. "Don’t be silly, Harry loves you. I’m sure he’ll be asking the question any day now. He’s just under a lot of stress with his new job."

"Griffinshit! Fine, since you are so positive, you can help me either prove my point or prove me wrong." Ginny knew she was right. This would just be a harmless little experiment. "You heard my mum at their anniversary party. If one’s partner truly loves the other then their instincts will make sure they reject anyone else. Remember last year during George’s Halloween party when Ronald crashed in Fred’s bedroom and that Lavender tried to sneak into the room to seduce him? Well, Ronald swears that he knew even while half asleep that something was wrong, that it wasn’t his Hermione touching him. He knew it wasn’t Hermione in bed with him. So, you are going to help me prove that Harry doesn’t love me as much as he claims. I’m willing to bet my new broom that I could swap with anyone and he wouldn’t know the difference. You’ll meet me in the hallway to his room an hour after he goes to bed."

"That’s not a good idea," Luna knew it to be a horrible idea. She couldn’t swap places with her friend. It didn’t matter how much whiskey Harry swallowed, he’d know immediately that something was wrong. Their friendship had already deteriorated beyond repair. She didn’t need him to outwardly hate her as well. How would she be able to explain climbing in bed next to him? "Besides, I’m sure Neville would notice it if I were to leave."

"Don’t worry about it, I’ll climb in next to him. This will also prove to you that your relationship with him is solid. I’m almost positive that Neville will realize it’s not you. However, I’m sure my Harry will continue to snore." Ginny wanted to prove a point. That he would not be able to tell the difference. Then she’d be able to hold it over his head. "Come on, you’re my best friend, do this for me. What’s the worse that can happen?"

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She could throw up. Luna stared at the ominous looking door in front of her. Here she stood just outside the room wearing nothing but her nightgown. Should she just head down to the couch and get some sleep? Would Ginny be able to tell that she was lying? Yes! She didn’t want to do this. Harry would NOT be happy to realize that it was her in his bed. Okay, so she could always lie if he woke. Simply tell him that she heard yelling and came in to check on him. Ginny said she only had to lie down on the bed, nothing more. So she could just go in there, lie down on the bed for an hour, not the two hours that had been assigned. As soon as the time was up she’d just head downstairs and wait for Ginny to come fetch her. Why couldn’t she say no?

No, she wouldn’t admit that a part of her didn’t want to say no. A large part of her was curious as to what it would be like to lay down next to Harry. What would it be like to cuddle or snog...no, she wouldn’t think about that. He belonged to her best friend. It didn’t matter that he was handsome, beautiful, or had a heartwarming smile. There was no reason to recall how he was and is the only male to ever make her heart speed up whenever he got too close. She had never allowed herself to think of him as more than anything but a friend and she wouldn’t begin now. Okay, there was the time in sixth year when she’d found him on the train. When he had told her they were friends, her heart had swelled with happiness. Then he had asked her to Slughorn’s party. She had been so happy thinking that he had actually wanted to take her. It wasn’t until they had arrived that she realized that she wasn’t his first choice. Hell, she hadn’t been any form of choice. The only reason he had asked her was because they were friends and he didn’t have anyone else he was comfortable with enough to ask. Seeing as Hermione already had a date and Ginny had been seeing Dean at the time. He hadn’t really wanted her company that night. Just like he wouldn’t want her company in his bed. Five years had passed since that year, nothing had really changed.

Taking a deep breath she put her hand upon the handle. Only two hours, she could do this. There was no way she’d do as Ginny suggested and actually try to touch him. Even something as simple as putting her arm around him was not a boundary she wanted to cross. Lay down next to him, keep plenty of room separating them. She had fought in a war, she could handle two hours alone with Harry.

Thankfully the door didn’t creek as she stepped inside. There was enough light coming in through the window she could make out the large bed. Plenty of room for her to occupy while keeping her distance. To be on the safe side she cast two quick charms. One to lock the door, it wouldn’t bode well to have either Ronald or Hermione rushing inside. The other was a silencing charm, so when he woke up to curse her to all seven levels of hell he wouldn’t wake the others.

It was easy to make out his sleeping form. The Savior was laying upon his back without a shirt on. One arm was thrown over his head, the other had disappeared beneath a stack of pillows. What drew her attention was how the moonlight caused the golden skin to appear ethereal. All the way down a very chiseled chest. Ooooooh, he had hair there. The only naked chest she’d seen was Neville’s and it greatly lacked compared to the one now being ogled. There was an actual trail of dark hair starting at his belly button, disappearing beneath the sheet that hung dangerously low on his waist.

His face could not be made out, he was looking towards the wall. At least she didn’t have to walk around the bed and the door would remain on her side. Living this dangerously, a girl needed to ensure she had an escape route always in sight. If he began to wake she’d simply make a run for it. Or claim to ‘wake up’. Everyone thought she was strange so claiming to have a case of sleepwalking wouldn’t hurt. If he woke she’d act just as shocked to be in his bed and claim she must have been dreaming and walked in her sleep.

‘Mental note, yell at Ginny for giving me the room with the harsh cotton sheets.’ Luna smirked as she sat down upon the mattress. So nice, the sheets felt like rose petals beneath her fingertips. No wonder Harry was sleeping so soundly. She would too if she’d been given this room. Not only were the sheets silk but the mattress felt heavenly beneath her bottom. With the faint light all she could make out was that the bed was done in a dark theme, perhaps a black or dark purple. ‘Might as well get comfortable.’

Staying near the edge of the bed, she slid until she was laying underneath the thick blanket. How could Ginny want to give up this spot for even a minute? Even the pillows were plush beneath her head. With a contented sigh she closed her eyes to wait out the hour. The sooner this got done, the sooner she could go back to pretending she was content with life. The most she’d have to tell her friend was that she was envious of this bed. She’d leave the fact that she thought Harry had a nice chest to herself. Or that she had to fight the urge to trail a finger down the soft curls along his stomach to see if the hair was really as soft as it looked. Maybe looking wouldn’t really hurt. If Ginny wanted her to come in here was it really such a bad thing if she got to see a little bit. Sure, all Ginny would get to see is Neville’s green pajamas but it was really all fair.

Just a few minutes to watch him sleep. She would never get the chance to touch so looking was reasonably harmless. With the thought of only taking in his form visually for several moments she turned on her side. She fully expected to see him in the same position as before. Grey blue eyes opened to look directly into deep green. A fist slammed into her chest, the air was shoved from her throat and all coherent thought ceased as their eyes met. Her first instinct was to run, to flee before he began screaming. Seconds passed and he didn’t move, just continued to lie there staring.

His first thought was, what the hell? Harry blinked as the girl kept eye contact. His attention had been drawn to the dip of the bed. The unusualness of it had startled him. Ginny’s usual habit of just flopping into bed was so common he could sleep through it. To have the mattress slowly dip and the person to silently get comfortable was a huge alarm to his brain. Well, it would have been if he wasn’t positive that he was dreaming. If it were real then it would have been his girlfriend literally jumping into bed then demanding that he wake to show her attention. What he saw before him now was a very wide eyed Luna.

It was the whiskey! Harry knew it had to be. This was his own morbid, fucked up fantasy because of his earlier thoughts. Why the hell had he listened when Neville and Ron had begun to trade sex stories? The last thing he had been wanting to hear was how docile the blonde was in bed. True, Neville had been complaining that he wanted his girlfriend to show some initiative and take control. Harry had almost snapped that they should trade then. It annoyed him whenever Ginny would start getting too rough and start making demands like a man. Hermione told him it was a reaction from his childhood and his life. For so long he’d been told what to do, what was expected of him. So while being intimate he wanted to be completely in charge. If he wanted to go slow and easy then that’s what he wanted to do. He hated it whenever Ginny teased him and told him to beg for it. Every position, every fuck was when she dictated it. Even when it came to shagging he didn’t have any control over it. Was it really shocking that he had gotten harder than Snape’s Advanced Potions Essay? The thought of the tiny blonde beneath him, allowing him to do whatever he wished, he had the urge to wank.

Fuck, he was growing hard while just looking at her. Seeing her lying so silent and accepting in his bed. At times he hated his dreams. Most centered around the war, losing his loved ones. Others were about Ginny, of the Weasley’s turning on him. Hearing his girlfriend threaten him with that card so many times while awake, nightmares would plaque him of losing the only family he had. Now, this one was another. In the last year he had several erotic ones about the blonde before him. All of them focused on her sneaking to see him, then her begging him as he did whatever he pleased. So having Neville confirm his fantasy only fueled his curiosity. Would she really be docile and loving? Or more like the dead fuck Neville pegged her to be? Well, if he was going to have another vivid dream, he may as well go along with it. In reality there was no way Luna would climb in his bed. Nor would Ginny be vacant in order for her to do so.

What was he doing? Luna didn’t dare move as the wizard suddenly sat up to spin until he was on all fours. Her mouth opened in confusion when he began to cross the five feet separating them. Without asking a single question hands came out to toss the fluffy blanket away. Aware of the fact that she was in nothing more than her nightgown she tried to roll back over in an attempt to get off of the bed. Before she could swing her legs over the side a hand was on her shoulder. There was enough force to push her shoulders back onto the pillows. Now she was staring up into heated green eyes. She’d been correct, he was pissed. There was no other explanation for the intense look.

Dammit, of all the times for her to be wearing clothes. Well, the last dream she had come to him in the library wearing a silk red teddy with crotch-less panties. That had been alright. The baby blue nightgown was extremely modest and in his damn way. Fuck it, this was his fantasy, he’d worry about getting completely naked next time. Right now he just wanted to relieve the throbbing ache she was causing.

"Harry, I..." the sound was interrupted by the ripping of her gown. Luna knew she looked positively stupid with her mouth hanging open like a fish. While he tore down the front of the cotton he came to sit on her knees. By all that was magical! He didn’t have on anything. Why the hell would Ginny send her in here if the wizard made it a habit to sleep without a stitch of clothing on? She couldn’t see IT but she most definitely felt something hitting her thigh as he leaned forward to open up the ruined material.

"You’re beautiful," even more beautiful than the other times. Harry was amazed at how smooth and pale she was beneath him. Her breasts were small but high. Unable to resist he reached to palm one. It fit perfectly in his hand, the pink nipple hardening with the mere contact. She looked extremely sexy with the flimsy gown barely hanging onto her shoulders. There was a hiss when he made sure to rub his thumb over the peak. His gaze was drawn to the rest of her. While petite and very slender her waist was narrow. Small hips flared out enough to be considered womanly. Wanting to see it all he scooted back while getting a hold of the pink cotton panties. They were normal bikini style, nothing too fancy but not the grandmother style that Ron had once joked about her wearing.

She was too stunned to do anything but watch as he slid what was covering the remaining of her modesty past her knees. His words rang in her mind. He had said she was beautiful. Did he mean it? Did Harry find her attractive? Why else wasn’t he screaming and telling her to get out of his room? Skilled hands ran up the inside of her calves. The touch was almost ticklish but sent shivers through her stomach. Arousal was something she was semi-familiar with. With enough time and foreplay Neville would garnish a reaction from her. However, this time she could feel the dampness between her thighs and Harry had yet to touch anywhere close. It was wrong but felt wonderful.

He almost came as the creamy thighs parted. There were no shouts telling him to hurry or telling him to fuck her hard. The blonde was watching him with a look of utter acceptance and desire. She actually trembled beneath his palm as he ran his hands up the flawless skin. Having the urge to be closer, he moved until he was hovering over the small frame. It was different this way, he could make out just how much different she was from his girlfriend. The top of her head didn’t reach his nose. There would be no eye contact unless he made sure to position them that way. Knowing she was little didn’t prepare him for the thrill and excitement of having her beneath him.

Now she had a reason to panic. Luna could feel every inch of harness pressing against her hip. Did it end? Thoughts of how she was betraying her friend flew away faster than Harry on a broom when a knee began to pry itself between her own. This couldn’t be happening to her. There was no way Harry Potter was about to shag her. It didn’t matter that she could feel the heat coming from his body the closer he leaned forward. Not even the slight brush of something hard running along her drenched opening brought her back to reality. Hearing the Boy Everyone Wanted, moan had her muscles tightening and the ache piercing her with undeniable need.

She was so wet, he could tell without dipping inside. The slick but thick moisture coated the tip of his cock as he toyed with the swollen petals. From what he could make out there was just a little patch of pale blonde hair on the mound. As he ran the bulbous head to tease, he took in how smooth it was. He got the reaction he wanted, finding the key to making her his. She jerked in surprise as he began to rub himself against the hidden nerve. He couldn’t help himself as she brought her face up to look at him.

Being trapped beneath him while he teased, she wanted to make sure he was aware of exactly what he was doing. To ensure herself that he was indeed awake. Everything ceased to matter as hard lips crashed into her own. The intense heat blazed to life, her blood felt like it had been lit from the inside. There was no pausing before a wet tongue pushed into her mouth. In earnest she began to return the kiss, loving the way it made her feel. It brought about a sense of being close, connected, as well as painful lust. Battling for dominance was quickly reprimanded with a quick but gentle bite to the bottom lip. She willingly gave him control, answering the beckoning of his sweeping tongue. Her mind refused to contemplate the strong taste of alcohol or that he had yet to acknowledge her by name.

Oh gods, he had to have her. Enough playing around, he had to have her wrapped around his cock before he was forced to wake. Using the arousal already leaking from his cock, he mixed it with her own. The warmth was begging him to enter, to bury every inch into the heat. Without breaking the kiss, he pressed forward, forcing the sweet lips to part. The deep whimper echoed in his mouth the more he pushed. It was unbelievable, how tight she was. He had to withdraw, as she squirmed. Not about to be denied, he thrust back in, making sure to lodge more in this time. If he didn’t know better he’d swear he could feel the muscles trying to dislodge him.

Luna gasped the third time he withdrew only to re-enter. There was slight pain, but the sensation was more uncomfortable than anything. It felt like he was stretching her further than she was meant to go. She was positive her cunny hole wasn’t meant to open so far. Meant to or not, he wasn’t letting it stop him. The next few thrusts allowed him to go deeper. She was doing her best to relax, not to make any noise. How did he expect her to take it and not scream? How did Ginny take it so often and continue to walk? The friction of him sliding inside was causing the strangest sensation. A growing tension that was too pleasurable to be possible continued to expand. He was barely moving, slowly keeping her filled. "Oh, UH, HARRY!"

"Yes!" He had to completely stop moving. She broke from the kiss and turned her face away as she began to pant and shake. It couldn’t have been no more than three minutes of actual steady penetration but he could feel her tightening around him, squeezing as she got caught up in the orgasm. Being clenched as she rode it out almost had him releasing. He wasn’t ready to finish. He wanted to savor the way she felt.

Luna was in sensory overload when he began moving again. The pace was slow and steady but she could feel it everywhere. Her toes curled having a wet tongue sliding along the shell of her ear. Hearing him breathing heavy, the low moans as he drove in and out without pausing. The friction felt so good, even when he pushed so far it caused the slightest amount of pain had the tension building once more. The anticipation as he entered only halfway, knowing that the next one he’d fill her until she couldn’t take anymore. She was trembling like an exposed leaf in a hurricane by the time she felt herself getting close to reaching that high again. Disappointment filled her when the next thrust came and she barely felt him enter.

Elation filled his veins as she groaned her disappointment at being refused. He was so damn close to spilling. There was no need of ending things fast and hard, just slowly gliding into her tight body had him in a state of pure pleasure. Every nerve in his body seemed connected to his cock. This fantasy was nothing more than a simple shagging but had to be the best yet. He wanted to hear her say it, for that soft voice to tell him what he needed to hear. "Tell me, tell me you want me."

How could he doubt it? Luna was sure that if she had nails she’d have left impressions on his arms by now. Surely her fingertips would leave bruises. Could he not tell by how wet she was? Did he want her to beg for it? If it got him moving then she’d say whatever he wanted. He wasn’t asking her to tell a lie. "Please, Harry. I want you."

"Tell me, say you need me." Gods, she was so beautiful and perfect. He could feel her trying to move her frail hips, trying for some kind of friction. His cock was pulsing, aching for more of the sweet pressure. Having her around him, being buried deep between her pale thighs, brought about a sense of elation, completion, he knew he’d be fucking her for all he was worth within seconds whether or not if she told him what he wanted to hear. "Say it."

"Fuck, I need you. Please, Harry. I’m begging you, please." Luna couldn’t stop the cry of pain and pleasure when he drove so hard she actually slid further up the mattress. A strong hand grabbed her hip, keeping her in place as the ride began rough. The springs squeaked, she wasn’t sure who was being louder as he pounded nonstop.

Harry leaned forward, fisting a handful of the curls as the tension became unbearable. His balls felt like they were on fire, about to explode. It was too much as she began to cum, the slender legs came to wrap around him, feet on his arse. The dreamy voice constantly crying out his name tenderly as she fell over the edge. He took in the heady scent of honey and sweat while nuzzling her neck. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you," the words passed almost in a whisper but she knew he heard. With a harsh cry he entered one last time, forcing her to take more than she could handle. It was a stabbing pain that had her wincing. It paled in comparison to the knowledge that the beating along her walls was him finding release. The soft touch of his mouth caressing her throat as he finished.

Harry closed his eyes as he rolled off and onto his back. His bloody arms were shaking, hell, his entire body was trembling from the orgasm. That had been so fabulous. He took a steady breath in order to lock in the memories. He would need something to recollect once he woke up. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so good after an orgasm. His limbs felt like noodles. A sense of contentment had him yawning against his will.

Luna tried to still her pounding heart as the minutes ticked by. He hadn’t said anything before moving away. Should she try to talk to him? Or just leave? Would he want to talk about it? What was she to say to Ginny? Merlin’s knickers! She had just told him she loved him! Why had she said that? Because he had asked her to and she hadn’t wanted him to stop? If only she could blame it on that. When he had demanded that she say she wanted him, she had answered because it was true. Everything else had been answered honestly. She did want him, she did need him. She couldn’t imagine her life with no Harry Potter. It didn’t matter if they weren’t on friendly speaking terms. Knowing he was alright and close made her happy. It never mattered to her that he had chosen Ginny. All she had ever wanted was for him to be safe and happy. When all was said and done, the honest truth was she loved Harry Potter. She had loved him for years.

What to do now? Did she wait for him to sit up and talk about what happened? Why was he being so quiet? Was he sleeping? Luna almost struck out to hit him in the side hearing the soft even breathing. She knew most men tended to fall asleep afterwards but how often did he shag his girlfriend’s best friend? Knowing that they needed to discuss this before morning, she reached out to lightly shake his shoulder.

Harry grunted feeling the pressure against his shoulder. The grogginess surrounded him as his body tried to awaken at the summons. Dammit, he was bloody tired and he wasn’t in the mood for this. Did she have to fucking wake him with her persistent demands? Without bothering to care if it pissed her off he rolled back onto his side. His anger flared from lack of sleep and knowing what was about to occur he couldn’t help but snap. "Dammit, Ginny! Go downstairs or something. I’m trying to sleep."

Only a few seconds passed before he heard the closing of the bedroom door. Finally, he could doze back off. Leave it to her to fuck up a wet dream. He was so tired. His eyes refused to open. Snuggling into the pillows he tried to relax and clear his mind. He’d worry about soothing Ginny’s temper in the morning. With luck she didn’t notice that he had soiled himself once more while asleep. He didn’t need to be told again that only little boys did it. How the hell could he not soil himself with dreams like that?

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"You didn’t have to clean. He has a house elf." Ginny plopped down on the stained chair. From the smell of the room Hermione and Ron hadn’t immediately gone up to their room last night. "I should have remained in your bed. I didn’t get any kind of sleep. I hate when he drinks, he has no tolerance for it. How many bottles did they finish?"

"Four," Luna was positive they had actually consumed six between the three of them. There was a few hours until noon. She hadn’t been able to sleep after returning to her room. Ginny hadn’t asked why she had returned before the two hours was up. The redhead had been sitting on the edge of the mattress with arms crossed. It had felt odd to climb in next to Neville’s sleeping form. She was still waiting for Ginny to ask about what had occurred.

"Luna, we need to talk." Ginny wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. Last night she had thought to find out whether or not Harry really loved her. How could she tell her boyfriend the secret she’d been harboring?

"Yes, nothing happened!" Luna blurted out the lie. She couldn’t let Ginny find out. It already hurt so much to realize that he had thought she was someone else the entire time. She should have known immediately that something was off when he hadn’t kicked her out of his bed. What had made her believe that Harry Potter would want her? Would want to hear her petty words? He didn’t want to anything to do with her. He’d been so drunk he had been seeing someone that wasn’t there. It was Ginny he wanted and loved. "I went in for a few minutes but he was sleeping so soundly I..."

"I’m pregnant," Ginny needed to tell someone. She wanted to tell Harry but she was afraid. In the last two months she had stepped out three times. There was a good chance that the baby wasn’t even Harry’s. The four possibilities were Harry, Zabini, her coach and some wizard she’d met in a bar.

"Pregnant?" As in going to have Harry’s baby? Luna wasn’t sure what to say. Shouldn’t she be happy for her friend? What would this mean for her? Nothing! Her presence was never an issue when it came to Ginny’s relationship with Harry. "Harry?!"

"Of course it is his!" Ginny couldn’t believe the audacity of the question. She halted in her ire to notice that Luna was staring directly behind her. Standing in the doorway was the wizard himself. Which meant he had heard her claim. Now there was no need to figure out the best way to tell him. From the look on his face he knew.

It couldn’t be possible. Harry wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry or yell at the stupidity of his girlfriend. How the hell could she be pregnant? Either he or she had used a charm every time. But if she was indeed pregnant then it had to be his. This couldn’t be happening to him. He jerked his eyes away from the grinning ginger to look at the silent blonde.

"Um, I’ll leave you two to talk." Luna was sure they needed time alone. This wasn’t any of her business.

Harry waited until they were alone to let it sink in. Why did she have to tell him this morning? He didn’t need to hear this type of news. Not when he was positive that he was ready to end their relationship. He had known it was going nowhere but had been too afraid to admit what he wanted. The only positive thing about being with Ginny was she came with a family that loved him. After last night he knew he couldn’t be with her any more. It wasn’t just the amazing sex he’d had in his dream with another person. It was waking to find his girlfriend lying next to him and wishing it was someone else. He wasn’t happy with her and he was tired of settling in order to do what others thought he should do. He and Ginny was something everyone expected. "How? We used a charm every time. I cast them myself so I know it was done."

"I don’t know. Don’t look at me like that." Ginny cringed at the stare. It wasn’t like they hadn’t done anything in months. They were intimate at least once a week. What did he want her to say? "Maybe it was that night when we woke up to do it again in the morning. The charms only last so long Harry. You can’t put the entire blame on me, you helped. What do you want to do about it?"

"What do you mean? I’m still having difficulty believing that you are. That one time was over three months ago. Shouldn’t you have known before now? Why wait this long to tell me? Were you even going to tell me if I hadn’t overheard you confessing to Luna?" He wasn’t ready to be a father. He most certainly didn’t want to settle down with someone he didn’t love. He did care for her but he was no longer in love with her. He wasn’t sure if he had ever been in love with her. The more he thought of it the more he believed he had been in love with the comfort that being with her brought.

"I was going to tell you. I didn’t know how. I know you aren’t ready to get married so I’ve been scared to tell you what I suspected. Forcing marriage on you was never something I wanted." Ginny saw the denial before he spoke. This was the reason she didn’t want to tell him. They had spoken on the subject many times. Her mum was always bringing up marriage whenever they had dinner together. Harry wanted to have a career before marrying and having a family.

"Did you plan this?" Harry ran a hand through his hair. The guilt flashed almost too quickly for him to see. Did she plan this? What else did she have to feel guilty about? Was this her way of forcing the issue of a long-term commitment. Of course, everyone would expect them to marry if she were pregnant. What else could he do?

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