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"People expect you to have cooler friends than us," said Luna, once again displaying her knack for embarrassing honesty. "You are cool," said Harry shortly. "None of them was at the Ministry. They didn't fight with me." "That's a very nice thing to say," beamed Luna. --Half-Blood Prince |
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FAN FICTION
The Pajama Game
by Ivy Riddle
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Pairing: Harry/Luna
Rating: PG-13 for risque material.
A/N: This was just a quick little drabble, hence the choppiness of it and lack of proper flow.
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Harry Potter, 24, of Number 12, Godric's Hollow, was waiting, in his favorite overstuffed chair. He was waiting for his wife, Luna. He had returned from his work early to find a note:
Harry,
Went out shopping. Please remember to feed Belle. Be back in a little while.
Love,
Luna
Harry had, in fact, fed their pet goat Belle as soon as he came home. Now he sat, bored, waiting for Luna to come home.
At precisely 11:00 pm, she did, tumbling out of the floo with a motion that could only be called 'Luna Grace.' In her hand, she held a box of medium size. Harry's eyes were instantly drawn to it.
"Hello, dear. How was your day?" She didn't bother to stay and hear his answer; she simply went up stairs.
Harry frowned. This was most un-Luna-ish behavior. Normally, she would sit down, and they would talk, and possibly grab a quick cup of hot chocolate and sit out on the bench in the back yard. But this, this was lunacy. He inwardly grimaced at his unfortunate choice of speech.
Harry went upstairs, determined to figure out what was wrong. Surely he hadn't forgotten any important dates, like an anniversary or a planned night out. As far as Harry knew, he hadn't done a single thing wrong... for once.
When Harry arrived at their bedroom, the lights were out, though a sliver of light shone through underneath the door leading to the bathroom.
"Luna?"
"Oh, Harry, I almost forgot, I got you some pajamas. They're in your wardrobe." Luna's voice sounded through the door.
His curiosity piqued, Harry turned on the bedroom light and walked over to his wardrobe, next to the matching one that belonged to Luna. He through the doors open, and there they were, a white pair of trousers decorated with red hearts and golden snitches. He quickly donned them and looked once more into the wardrobe.
"Luna? The shopkeeper must have made a mistake, there's no top to the pants."
"No she didn't, Harry. There's a top to them."
"But where is it? Did you lose it in the floo?"
"No."
"But Lu-" Harry was cut off.
Luna stood in the doorway of their bedroom, clad only in the missing pajama top. Her hair was done up in a messy bun, and the shirt was so big that it fell past her hands, almost covering her fingertips. It was open too, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath it.
Harry's breath caught in his throat.
"If you had the top, Harry, what in the world would I wear?" She was smiling mischievously.
Harry was promptly reminded of one of the many reasons that he loved Luna Potter.
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