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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
4
Acceptance

“Oi! Get up, you two!” Neville said.
Dean’s eyes slowly focused on his smiling face. “Fuck off,” he said, and rolled over.
“Yeah, I’d like to. But McGonagall told me that enough is enough, and you two need to get down to her office.”
“What the fuck does she want?” Dean asked, burrowing into Luna’s side and making her wake with a giggle.
“Oh, I think it’s safe to say you’re getting the same speech Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione got.”
“Good morning, Neville, Hannah,” Luna said brightly from behind Dean. “My, how long did we sleep?”
Hannah laughed. “It’s half two on Sunday afternoon; you’ve slept nearly a whole day.”
“Oh, that explains it,” Luna said. She kissed Dean’s cheek and slid, still naked, from the covers. “I need the loo.”
Hannah laughed and covered Neville’s eyes as he gawked at Luna marching her way across the dorm room to the loo. “It’s not polite to stare, Neville, my darling.”
“Same goes for you, Han,” Dean said as he stood. Her eyes flew very wide as she took him in. Dean kissed her cheek and walked, laughing, to the loo.
====#~~~~~~*
“Now, Mr. Thomas, Miss Lovegood,” Headmistress McGonagall said. “I understand that the events of the last few days and weeks – the last two years, really – have been dramatic, and that these events have forced many of you to grow up far faster than any of us would like. Even so, there are certain standards that we will be adhering to from now on. One is that you will spend the evenings in your own beds.” She walked back behind her desk and sat. “I am happy that so many of you have found something in the midst of all of this, but I must be firm about these rules. We have them for a reason.”
“I understand, Professor,” Dean said. “But there’s something you need to understand.” He turned and looked at Luna. May I? She nodded slightly. “Luna was tortured by Bellatrix, and she needs me there at night. I understand your misgivings, but I am not letting her suffer. Ever.” He took Luna’s hand. “I love this woman, and I intend to be there for her whenever she needs me, rules or not.”
The corner of Minerva McGonagall’s mouth moved upward. “Is that so?”
“Yes.”
She snickered. “Three for three,” she muttered. “Have you spoken with Mr. Weasley this morning?”
“Which one?” he snickered. “Well, doesn’t matter – no,” he answered.
“He gave me the same answer about himself and Miss Granger,” she said and smiled. “His sister was even less polite.” She shook her head. “While your blatant mutiny is concerning, I can’t help but admire your inner Gryffindor.” She straightened her parchments on her desk. “Very well. For the duration of your stay here you will be housed in your current dormitory, Mr. Thomas. Miss Lovegood, you may stay with Mr. Thomas during the evenings. The minister has determined that it is far too dangerous to let you leave the castle just yet. There are many uncaught Death Eaters and they all hold a grudge against anyone that helped Mr. Potter defeat… Tom Riddle.” She said the name with relish. “Please wear appropriate sleeping attire, as you will be sharing that space with Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley along with Mr. Longbottom and Mr. Finnigan, should he ever leave Miss Brown’s side.”
Dean was suddenly very interested. “How is Lav?”
“Miss Brown was gravely injured, and Mr. Finnigan will not leave her.” Professor McGonagall smiled sadly. “He became quite agitated when Miss Patil tried to get him to go to bed yesterday. Poppy says Miss Brown will recover, but I am afraid that she will become a werewolf. The tests say she will. Greyback was fully transformed, so the curse seems to have been passed.”
Luna spoke at last. “The full moon is only a few days away, which was probably how Greyback was able to achieve full transformation. It will be hard on Lavender; we should help her.”
Professor McGonagall looked at Luna with great affection. “I suspect The Dark Lord had a hand in Greyback being fully transformed. Miss Grainger and Professor Slughorn are working on that right now, Miss Lovegood. Perhaps you would like to help?”
Luna nodded. “I would very much like to help. I think I have a few ideas they may not have considered.”
“Excellent, Miss Lovegood. Now.” She composed herself. “I understand that you may have already embarked upon an adult relationship. Be that as it may, there will be no inappropriate liaisons, am I understood?”
Luna smiled. “You have my word, Professor. We will not engage in inappropriate behavior in the dorm room.”
“Thank you, Miss Lovegood. That is a relief.”
“You needn’t have worried about Hermione or Ginny, Professor,” Luna said. “They are both still virgins, and I believe they have made a pact among themselves to remain that way for a time.”
Professor McGonagall gaped at her.
“It was interesting to hear,” Luna continued, and Dean smiled. She was on a roll. When Luna had a thought she wanted to express, she did. It usually came out completely unfiltered as a stream of consciousness. Dean supposed it was what listening to her head might be like if their situations were reversed. “The idea came from Ron.”
Professor McGonagall tried to interject, but Luna continued.
“He was bemoaning the fact that he didn’t get to court Hermione. He wanted to take her on dates and be like any other couple. He, though his body was telling him otherwise, didn’t want to just jump into an adult relationship with her. Ginny was very unsympathetic, as she has been looking forward to making love with Harry for at least two years now.”
“Miss Lovegood!”
Luna continued, unfazed, “Harry, for his part, agreed with Ron. He convinced Ginny to go along with the pact. Strangely, Hermione was the one who took the most convincing. She, as I’m sure you know, Professor, has been in love with Ron for several years, and she was very interested in making love with Ron. They all convinced her that she was still suffering from the after effects of the torture that Madam Lestrange put upon her, and that she should not make this decision while still under the effects of the curse.”
“She hasn’t yet told me about that,” Professor McGonagall said sadly. “I know, of course. All of us in the Order were informed when you arrived at Shell Cottage.” She wiped a tear from her eye. “We were all so relieved, as much for the two of you as for the other three. Remus told us… when he returned from telling you of the birth of his son… he told us what had happened to Hermione. I hope she feels she can talk to someone about it.”
“It is a difficult thing to talk about,” Luna said flatly. “Madam Lestrange’s curse is a very strong one, and the memory of the pain can be as bad as the curse itself. She will need time and Ron’s love to fully recover.”
Minerva McGonagall looked at the pale waif before her in horror. “It wasn’t just Bellatrix, was it?”
Luna shook her head. “No.”
“And it wasn’t just once?”
“No.”
“Have you seen a healer, Luna?” Professor McGonagall asked.
“I have Dean,” she said and hugged his arm. “He’s better than any healer.” Luna looked at one of her favorite professors. “Headmistress, you should know that all of us need this comfort. Harry, as I’m sure Ginny made apparent, needs her. He laid down his life for all of us, but mostly he did it for her. She, as much as he, saved us all. And she needs him. She lost a brother, and for a time she believed that the love of her life was also dead. She needs Harry’s presence to ground her, to be ever-present in her life. Hermione may need Ron, but he needs her every bit as much. If you could have heard the anguish in his voice as he called for her, you would never doubt it.”
She then looked at Dean. “And Dean needs me.” She turned and looked back at Professor McGonagall. “He was a fugitive for all of last year. Never safe, never fully fed, in the company of other fugitives, it was not a happy life. Then they were set upon by Snatchers, the one man that had been a surrogate father for him was killed brutally, and Dean could do nothing to stop it. I’m sorry, my love,” she said, and wiped a tear from his face. “And so he needs me as much as I need him. The nights are the worst, but having the person you love there nearly takes it all away.
All the airiness that people seemed to think permeated Luna Lovegood was gone, and she spoke plainly and confidently to Professor McGonagall. “Many people are going to have to accept a different paradigm. The Weasleys, for instance, will have to accept that Fred is gone, and that though they have lost a son and brother they will, in due time, be gaining a daughter and sister in Hermione, and another son and brother in Harry.
“The Ministry will be shaken to its core, as no one knows how many true Death Eaters were installed during this time. You will have to rebuild the school amid all this uncertainty, The Prophet will be in complete disarray, and Harry tells me that my home was blown up, so the Quibbler may take some time to get up and running again as well. All of these forces will change wizarding society. For the better, I hope, but during this time of transition things will be unsettled, and there will be occurrences like our sleeping arrangements that will need to be accepted.”
Minerva McGonagall laughed for the first time in weeks. “Miss Lovegood, I have often thought that the hat made a mistake in not placing you in my house. The courage you have shown throughout the last few years has been nothing short of heroic.” She shook her head. “But you are such an obvious Ravenclaw. You do intend to return to your studies?” she asked.
“Of course,” Luna responded. “This year was mostly wasted. I will need revision this summer, but I expect to sit for my NEWTs at the end of next term.”
“Very good, Luna. I will be speaking to Filius, you should have been prefect in his house, but he chose otherwise.” The Headmistress nodded to herself. “I would like you to consider Head Girl.”
“Not Hermione?”
Professor McGonagall looked out her window. “I think Miss Granger has done enough, suffered enough, as have you, my dear, really. But I need one of you next year, and I think you would be an exemplary Head Girl.”
“If you wish, Headmistress.”
“I do,” Minerva McGonagall replied in her kind voice. “And I also desire for you two to get down to the great hall and have some food, then get out of the castle and have an afternoon in the sun. If anyone approaches you for duties of any kind, tell them I ordered you to spend the day off. This is a blanket order for all students who participated in the defense of the castle, so if you see Mr. Potter, or Miss Grainger, or anyone under twenty with the last name Weasley or Longbottom trying to do any restoration work at all, stop them.”
Dean laughed. “Yes, Professor, we’ll do that.”
“Excellent.” Minerva McGonagall had seen this many times, and it still warmed her heart. The look of love that passed between the two young people reminded her of so many who had come before. “Luna, you will find Miss Grainger and Professor Slughorn in the potions dungeon room after you eat, should you desire.” She rose from her chair, rounded her desk, and laid her hands on their shoulders. “And I must say, Mr. Thomas, Miss Lovegood, well done. Well done, indeed.”
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“It will be very dangerous at first, but I believe we will be successful,” Luna said.
Dean had just opened the door to the dungeon class room. Professor Slughorn sat on a wide stool next to a table with several cauldrons simmering on it. A vast array of potion making materials were scattered on the three adjacent tables, and the air was heavy with the smells of herbs and sulfurous fumes. Cho Chang snored lightly in a chair in the corner of the room. Dean snickered as he walked up to the table. “So here you are,” he said, and kissed Luna on the cheek.
“You knew where I was,” she replied, and kissed him on the lips. “How is Seamus?”
“I think he’s going to let us drag him back to the dorm tonight. Lav is looking loads better. Her color is coming back, and she’s moving in her sleep. Madam Pomfrey says she’ll probably wake from the healing potion tomorrow morning.”
“That is so good to hear, Dean,” Hermione said. “She’ll need to be awake for what we have planned.”
“What are you planning?” Dean asked.
“We will be taking Lavender to a secluded place, and then we will attempt to help her subdue and incorporate her wolf.” Luna said it as if it were a simple homework assignment.
Dean couldn’t speak from sheer astonishment.
Not to worry, my love. We will succeed, her voice said in his head.
“Okay,” he said at last. “If you’re sure.”
“Oh, my boy, my boy,” Slughorn said, slapping him on the back. “These two, well, they have quite the hand at the craft you know, and with their friends I think they have a better than sporting chance.” Slughorn laughed. “And speaking of sporting, where’s my Bessie?”
Dean laughed grimly. Slughorn had seen him running with Luna, unarmed, during the prelude to the battle and had quickly ushered them to his office. The shotgun he had pressed into Dean’s hands had saved his life several times. A simple, double-barreled antique, Slughorn had charmed it with Everfull so that it never needed reloading.
“Death Eaters won’t know what the hell this is, but you do, don’t you, son?”
Dean had nodded.
“Good,” Slughorn said. “They won’t know what they’re up against until it’s too late if you play your cards right.” Dean had made the most of that weapon until he crossed paths with Hammerlin Crabbe.
He looked at the enormous professor. “It’s in a cubby behind one of the plinths in the second floor hallway.” Dean chuckled without mirth. “I’m sorry, Professor, but I broke the stock.”
“It’s all right, my boy. How’d you do that?”
Dean looked down. “I broke it on Hammerlin Crabbe, getting this.” He held up his captured wand.
Slughorn nodded. “That was you, eh? Thought I recognized Bessie’s handiwork.”
Dean nodded again.
“Good on you. Hammerlin Crabbe was an evil piece of garbage. Bessie ‘ll fix.” Professor Slughorn laughed. “I saw what you’d done. There’s no fixing Hammerlin Crabbe.” He leaned in to Dean. “Why’d you shoot him in the bollocks?”
“I’d rather not say with the ladies here,” Dean said.
“There’s nothing you could say that would shock me, Dean,” Hermione said. “Cho’s asleep, and Luna probably knows already.” She smiled slyly. “Given her talent.”
“Actually I don’t,” Luna said. “But Dean knows he can tell me anything.”
“Well, it was after Riddle declared the ceasefire,” Dean said. “Myrtle found me. I was on the second floor, and she was hysterical – well, more hysterical than normal, just babbling – and she made me follow her.”
“What happened, Dean?” Luna said softly.
“We, well, I ran down the north hall, and then she told me to be quiet, and I opened her door.”
“And Hammerlin Crabbe?” Slughorn asked.
Dean sighed. “He was raping a second year girl in Myrtle’s bathroom.”
“I take it back,” Hermione said. “I’m shocked.”
Dean trembled in remembered anger. “He had left his wand on the sink so he could hold the girl down, and I… I just…”
“Shot him in the old hairy hello and beat him to death with the butt end of my shotgun,” Slughorn said flatly. “Again, good on you, boy.”
“Who was it, Dean, the girl?” Hermione asked.
“I don’t know her. She was wearing a Hufflepuff scarf, but I didn’t recognize her. Haven’t been around much this year.”
“I can find her,” Luna said.
“No, love,” Dean said. “You’d have to look in…” he stopped and looked at Hermione and Professor Slughorn. “They know, don’t they?”
“Yes.”
“You’d have to look in everyone’s mind.” He shook his head. “That’s probably not a good idea.”
“It will not be pleasant, or polite, but we should have helped her already. I have to do this, Dean.” Luna closed her eyes. “There are wells of despair and sadness everywhere,” she said, distractedly. “Ah, the Weasleys, hmm and Har… ry.”
“What, Luna?” Dan asked.
“Nothing really, he’s just worried about some things.” She nodded to herself. “The Creeveys, oh. Oh, Dennis.” A tear slid down her face.
“Stop, Luna,” Dean said.
“It’s alright, Dean,” she replied. “But we should find Dennis soon and talk to him.” She smiled. “There is great sadness, but there is also great joy. Leanne’s parents are here, and they have just found her. Parvati and Padma’s mother has arrived also. Cho is having a very erotic dream about Oliver Wood.”
Everyone but Luna looked at the sleeping woman in the corner.
“There are the elves, and…ah, I have her.”
“Who is she, Miss Lovegood?” Slughorn asked.
“Mary Anne Wiesenbach, Hufflepuff. She is currently in her dorm room alone.” Luna looked at Hermione. “Should we get Hannah and go to her?”
“I will,” Hermione said. “You’ve done so much today, Luna.” She smiled warmly at her friend. “Now we just have to convince Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall. I’ll take care of that tomorrow, and I’ll go and find Hannah now.” She looked at Luna again. “Dinner’s already been served, you and Dean should go.”
Dean smiled. “Got it covered already,” he said. He held up a picnic basket and smiled at Luna. “Quidditch pitch?”
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“I’m surprised we’re alone,” Luna said as she put down her goblet of pumpkin juice. “It’s lovely out.”
Dean nodded. “Well, for Scotland, I suppose it is. Still a bit chilly, though.” He glanced around at the remainder of their dinner. “Guess we were hungry!” he said and chuckled.
“It was quite the gap between lunch yesterday and our little picnic,” Luna observed. “I am satiated now, though.” She laid down on the blanket and stretched. “We should have heeded the Headmistress and gone to lunch. Instead you went to Seamus, and I went directly to the potions room. Professor Slughorn had the elves deliver some sandwiches for us, but I was occupied in research at that moment, and by the time I realized there was food, well. Hermione did get one sandwich from it.” They laughed together, and then she looked at Dean. He’d seen plenty of her expressions by this point, but the come-hither look she wore now was one he’d never seen. “Shall we make love?”
“I thought you promised McGonagall ‘no inappropriate behavior.’”
Luna smiled confidently. “I promised no inappropriate behavior in the dorm room. We don’t seem to be in the dorm room.”
Dean laughed and looked around the Quidditch pitch. They were completely alone, the sky was shot through with red from the setting sun, and it cast a rose-colored glow over everything, including Luna. Her pale skin mirrored the ruddy hues in the sunset, and he caved immediately. “Bloody fucking brilliant, you are. Okay, let me cast a warming charm.” He stood and waved his wand in broad arcs as he slowly turned. The air warmed noticeably and Luna smiled up at him.
“That was a very valuable skill this winter, I suspect,” she said as she unbuttoned her shirt.
Dean knelt and slid his hand up her leg, past her knee, over her thigh and up to cup her bum. I am one of the luckiest men on earth, he thought to her.
She nodded and lay back as he bent down to kiss her. No more than I am, my love. To find you amid all of this was a blessing I had never thought possible. I love you.
No more than I love you, my moon goddess, he thought, and then they were kissing and thinking was unimportant.
Her hands were everywhere, on his back between his shirt and his skin, roughly pulling the shirt over his head, unbuckling his belt and lowering his fly. His hand found her center at the same moment hers wrapped around him, and they gasped in mutual pleasure. He buried his face in her hair and licked along her neck from her ear to her shoulder. Luna moaned and shuddered in ecstasy. He sat back on his knees and pulled her upright, and then with great care and reverence he slid her shirt from her shoulders. She smiled broadly, reached behind her back, and unhooked her bra.
You are spectacular, you know that, right? Dean asked.
And you, my love, are an ebony Adonis, she sent back.
The bra fell onto the robes that they had spread out for a blanket, and Dean lowered her back down with a searing kiss. His hand found her nipple and he gently tweaked it between his thumb and finger.
“My breasts are sensitive, Dean. Be careful.”
He laughed and said, “Well, I’ll just have to kiss them better.”
He reveled in her, kissing her breasts, her nipples, across her stomach, and then along the band of her skirt. Hooking his fingers under the bands of both, he pulled knickers and skirt from her in one motion. He left a trail of kisses up her leg until he reached her golden curls. She gasped as he tongued her lightly. Her eyes closed, and she sighed and lay back.
Dean felt like he had all the time in the world to make her happy, so he focused on giving her as much pleasure for as long as he could. She came once, twice, and then he took her to the precipice and hung her there for several minutes. When at last he pressed forward and tongued her fast and hard, she screamed his name and nearly pulled his ears off.
He was laughing at her inarticulate mumbles as he kissed his way up her body and captured her mouth. Her breath was still coming in heaving pants.
“Oh… Dean… Oh, my… That… It just gets lovelier every time.”
“Yeah, well, it’s one of my better skills,” he said with a laugh.
“It certainly is,” she said and hugged his side. Her hand traced its way down his stomach and found his long hard shaft. “But I need practice. Theory is fine, however…”
Her mouth was warm compared to the surrounding air, and it made Dean sigh with pleasure. It was his turn to lay back. She couldn’t get him more than halfway into her mouth before she gagged, and Dean could see her working the problem out. When she grasped him firmly with one hand so she knew where to stop, she was able to bob her head up and down while she squeezed in time with her swirling tongue. Her other hand was tracing runic patterns on his skin, leaving tingling trails.
What is that? he thought to her, unable to speak.
He could feel the grin in her thoughts. Just something I read in one of the Ariavantal sex magic scrolls from Tibet . I’ll teach you later.
“Please,” he said, eyes closed, stroking the back of her bobbing head.
The tingle was covering most of his torso by the time she started up his leg toward her goal.
Luna?
We have time.
Okay.
She traced the patterns on his bollocks and he exploded. “FUUUUUUCK!” he shouted. “OH… CHRIST…FUCK… JESUS.”
Her laughter started him laughing. He tried to prop himself up and look at her. Two competing Lunas looked at him, smiling. “It’s very salty, and a bit sweet. Hmm.” She dragged a finger along her cheek and gathered a bit more to lick from it. “Do I taste tea?” she asked with a curious expression.
He closed his eyes and guffawed. “Only you!” he felt her crawl up his body and pulled her into a kiss, tasting himself on her. He laughed again. “Yeah, maybe.”
“Does swearing intensify your orgasm?”
“No, it’s more of a reaction to a really great one… which that was by the way.” He laughed again. “Holy shit, Luna. You’ve blown me incoherent.”
“I don’t sense any wrackspurts,” she said as she leaned on her elbow and looked above his head.
He smiled at the now-single Luna. “No babe, you did this all yourself.” Her expression of happy self-assurance and overt love made him giddy and he drew her into another heated kiss. “I love you so much, Luna. I’m so happy you can feel it, because I just… I can’t put into words …”
“And I love you, Dean,” she said, and laid her head on his chest. “Will you help me help Lavender?”
He was puzzled by the ninety-degree turn in the conversation. “Yeah, of course. How?”
“When we make love,” she said, rising back up top look at him. “I need you to concentrate on pushing as much magical energy as you can into me when you climax.”
“You want to do the Great Rite?”
She perked. “Oh, so you know of it.”
He rolled his eyes. “Well, Seamus, you know…”
“Yes, of course Seamus would have that knowledge, given his ancestry,” she said. Luna looked at him with her soft, loving expression. “I will need everything I have and more Monday night. We are going to attempt something that has never been done, and I am at its core.”
“Will you need me?”
“No, it will be all women, for Lavender’s sake.”
“Who else?”
“Hermione, Ginny and I will be acting as High Priestesses, and Lavender will be the focal point. Padma, Parvati, Cho, Katie, and Angelina will round it out to a total of nine, the number of ultimate magic.”
“That’s some group you got there,” he said, awed.
“We are nine women of power, and we will triumph.” The confidence in her voice made him kiss her again… and again.
He smiled into the kiss as her hand found him. She smiled when he began to stiffen. Then his hand found her and she gasped. His large hand covered almost her entire bum, and he moved his middle finger from slowly circling her clit to slip it into her. She shuddered.
“You are so wet, love,” he said. “And hot and tight. I love you.”
“And I love you,” she said as she straddled him. “A little slower this time, I think.” Luna propped herself up on one foot and guided the head of his cock to her. She took him an inch, then another, slowly, and with a few more pauses she lowered herself onto Dean. “Oh, yes. Much better.”
Dean looked up at her. The sun had set and the waxing moon was rising in the east. The red-gold glow of the sunset had been replaced by the silver light of Luna’s namesake, and as it rose behind her it made her hair glow silver and gold. She was a goddess, his goddess, and his goddess began to ride him. He reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands, gently caressing her nipples.
“Perfect, Dean,” she panted. “Just like that. Oh, yes.”
He felt her come, and then she redoubled her pace. He thrust back in time with her, driving firmly into her until he was fully sheathing himself every time. He could feel it approaching, and he concentrated hard.
Your cock, use it as your wand, she said in his head.
He envisioned the magic flowing from him into her through their connection, and then he was there. When he looked up at her as he came he forced as much magic from himself into her as he possibly could. With the small portion of his mind that wasn’t enraptured in bliss or concentrating on passing the magic, he saw that the moon had risen over her and that her arms were held above her head, almost grasping the white orb. He half saw, half felt a silvery ray of power pass from the moon into her as he felt his own burst of magic pass from him into her. Luna came with a scream.
Dean came to his senses a few moments later. Did we pass out? Luna?
What? Oh my, what?
Dean laughed. “I asked, did we pass out? I guess so.”
“I seem to have,” she said. “Thank you, Dean. I can feel it. It’s… jangling inside me, wanting to be used.”
He nodded. “There was something else, something from the moon, I think.”
“Oh good, that worked, too,” she said against his chest. “I would like to do that a few more times before Monday. The more energy I have to work with, the better our chances of success.”
He sniggered. “Whatever you want, baby.”
They snuggled for nearly a half hour more before Dean roused them and they got their clothes put back on. He felt like the trudge back to Gryffindor tower was longer than the last time. When he and Luna arrived back at the dorm room, they found Harry and Ginny in their pajamas, Ron nearly asleep on his and Hermione’s bed, Seamus very asleep on his, Hermione in the loo and Neville missing. Dean sat heavily on his bed while Luna went to the loo to change. Her trunk had somehow been transferred to sit next to his at the foot of his bed. He looked around and found the Hermione’s was next to Ron’s and Ginny’s was next to Harry’s.
Ginny, never one to leave things be, asked, “So where have you two been?”
Dean shrugged. He was very happy that, though he was blushing, they couldn’t tell. “We were having a picnic dinner on the Quidditch Pitch, and well, the time just got away from us.”
Ginny nodded approvingly. “A likely story.”
Harry chuckled and drew the curtains around them. “Mufli…” Dean heard him say.
When Hermione and Luna emerged from the loo Dean took his turn, walking wearily across the room to the door. He changed as fast as he could manage. Ron and Hermione’s curtains were closed when he emerged, and he walked straight to Luna sitting on his bed and kissed her soundly. “I. Am. Knackered,” he said as he crumpled onto the sheets.
“You passed a great deal of energy to me,” Luna said kindly. “It’s little wonder you are tired.”
He gathered his love in his arms as she lay down to face him. “I love you. G’ night.”
Luna drew the curtains with her wand and set it on the nightstand. “Good night, my love.”
Neville returned about an hour later. Seamus was still sprawled on his bed, fully clothed. The curtains were drawn on the other beds in the dorm, but the trunks and shoes told the tale of who was behind those curtains. Neville smiled, changed into his pajamas, and joined his best friends in slumber.
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