Fic: Interlude (Harry/Luna)
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lightofdayeTitle: Interlude
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Luna Lovegood
Word Count: 555
Content: Divorced!Harry, Angst, comfort,
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Newly divorced and between phases of his life, Harry needs a place to stay. Luna provides.
A/n: Second of two fics written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hphet. For torino10154's prompt: "Newly divorced, older and wiser, they rekindle their old romance" Although I only used the "newly divorced" part. The masterlist for the fest is here.
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Harry Potter was not used to sleeping alone. He hadn't done it with any regularity for many years. There had been the odd occasion, of course, business trips mostly, and he'd laid alone awake all night, wishing Ginny was lying next to him.
Well, that wasn't going to happen any more, Harry knew. The most he was going to see Ginny was Friday nights and Sunday nights, every holiday weekend to pick up and drop off the kids. Not even that he supposed, if they used Floo.
Harry dropped the two large suitcases in the corner of the room and extracted some pyjamas. He was not entirely without friends of course. Lots of people would offer him a spare room. Ron and Hermione were too close to all the Weasleys to go with though. Dean, Seamus, various old Quidditch colleagues had all offered.
Harry had ended up at Luna Lovegood's.
Technically, Luna hadn't offered. She hadn't had to. There was such a long friendship and understanding between them that saying the words would have been crude.
So Harry had turned up on her doorstep, cases in hand and she looked him up and down with those wide, all-seeing eyes and stepped aside pulling the door open for him. She was chattering and talking as she did so, maybe asking about him or maybe expounding on her latest theories about magic and magical creatures, Harry let it wash over him in that moment and followed her up in to her guest room. Then she departed to make some tea.
Here he was he thought. His life to that point contained in a couple of cases and nothing else to show for it in the world apart from the kids that he'd hardly be able to see. Not that would be much of a change according to Ginny.
Harry felt empty and drained. Operating mechanically, more on muscle memory than anything else, he changed into his pyjamas, leaving his existing clothes puddled on the floor between the cases, not taking in anything about the room and collapsed forward onto the bed into blessed oblivion.
When Harry awoke, he was confused but pleased, he was not alone in the bed at all. The last few months of fighting, arguing and bargaining fell away, forgotten like a dream. Everything was right.
Then he opened his eyes a little wider and realised it was all real and he was still in Luna's guest bedroom.
The other figure in the bed was a woman with long dirty blonde hair. She'd stirred when he'd moved and her protuberant eyes seemed to glow in the dark as they opened.
"Luna?" Harry asked hoarsely.
"Yes, Harry?" she replied dreamily as if this was all perfectly normal.
"What are you doing here?"
"It's my bed, Harry," Luna said.
"It's your house," Harry said, "I thought…"
"I don't have a guest bedroom," Luna responded.
Harry stared for a moment then chuckled softly. It was so perfectly Luna.
Luna smiled at him in the half-dark and then gently pressed him down onto his back. Her head was on his chest.
"Luna…" Harry whispered. "I'm not ready for…"
"I know," Luna said, "but you're safe and sound here until you are."
Harry drifted off to sleep and had the most peaceful rest he'd had in a long time.
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing: Harry Potter/Luna Lovegood
Word Count: 555
Content: Divorced!Harry, Angst, comfort,
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Newly divorced and between phases of his life, Harry needs a place to stay. Luna provides.
A/n: Second of two fics written for
hphet. For torino10154's prompt: "Newly divorced, older and wiser, they rekindle their old romance" Although I only used the "newly divorced" part. The masterlist for the fest is here.- - -
Harry Potter was not used to sleeping alone. He hadn't done it with any regularity for many years. There had been the odd occasion, of course, business trips mostly, and he'd laid alone awake all night, wishing Ginny was lying next to him.
Well, that wasn't going to happen any more, Harry knew. The most he was going to see Ginny was Friday nights and Sunday nights, every holiday weekend to pick up and drop off the kids. Not even that he supposed, if they used Floo.
Harry dropped the two large suitcases in the corner of the room and extracted some pyjamas. He was not entirely without friends of course. Lots of people would offer him a spare room. Ron and Hermione were too close to all the Weasleys to go with though. Dean, Seamus, various old Quidditch colleagues had all offered.
Harry had ended up at Luna Lovegood's.
Technically, Luna hadn't offered. She hadn't had to. There was such a long friendship and understanding between them that saying the words would have been crude.
So Harry had turned up on her doorstep, cases in hand and she looked him up and down with those wide, all-seeing eyes and stepped aside pulling the door open for him. She was chattering and talking as she did so, maybe asking about him or maybe expounding on her latest theories about magic and magical creatures, Harry let it wash over him in that moment and followed her up in to her guest room. Then she departed to make some tea.
Here he was he thought. His life to that point contained in a couple of cases and nothing else to show for it in the world apart from the kids that he'd hardly be able to see. Not that would be much of a change according to Ginny.
Harry felt empty and drained. Operating mechanically, more on muscle memory than anything else, he changed into his pyjamas, leaving his existing clothes puddled on the floor between the cases, not taking in anything about the room and collapsed forward onto the bed into blessed oblivion.
When Harry awoke, he was confused but pleased, he was not alone in the bed at all. The last few months of fighting, arguing and bargaining fell away, forgotten like a dream. Everything was right.
Then he opened his eyes a little wider and realised it was all real and he was still in Luna's guest bedroom.
The other figure in the bed was a woman with long dirty blonde hair. She'd stirred when he'd moved and her protuberant eyes seemed to glow in the dark as they opened.
"Luna?" Harry asked hoarsely.
"Yes, Harry?" she replied dreamily as if this was all perfectly normal.
"What are you doing here?"
"It's my bed, Harry," Luna said.
"It's your house," Harry said, "I thought…"
"I don't have a guest bedroom," Luna responded.
Harry stared for a moment then chuckled softly. It was so perfectly Luna.
Luna smiled at him in the half-dark and then gently pressed him down onto his back. Her head was on his chest.
"Luna…" Harry whispered. "I'm not ready for…"
"I know," Luna said, "but you're safe and sound here until you are."
Harry drifted off to sleep and had the most peaceful rest he'd had in a long time.
