Looney (Luna Lovegood x Fem Reader)

Chapter 28: Secrets

Needless to say, we didn't see much of Paris after that. Rory moped around for a while, but he was back to his normal, cheeky self a few days later. It felt like a weight off my chest when he finally realized and admitted to what a terrible person she was. As the days went on, Evie's disappearances became more and more frequent, which didn't surprise me anymore. This happened every year, and Evie minded her own business about what went on between Luna and I, so it was only fair that I did the same for her. However, it had gotten to the point where I wouldn't see her at all for days at a time, and I never knew who she was spending all that time with.

I'd just returned to Luna's room with some food from the kitchen and a new book to read, and I walked in on her sitting at the desk hunched over a textbook, reading intently.

"Whatcha doing?" I ask, reading over her shoulder.

"Transfigurations homework," she replies. "Tricky stuff."

"Will sugar cookies help?" I ask, offering her one out of the basket.

"They would," she said, taking a bite out of it. Sage, who was curled up around her shoulders like a scarf, tried to get a bite of the cookie too. I laugh and take a small can of tuna fish out of the basket, pull back the metal tab, and leave it on the floor.

"Come get your own," I say to Sage, directing her attention to the can. She hops down and starts to eat, purring happily. Luna smiles.

"She definitely likes you more," she says, shaking her head.

"Milo is the same way. We should swap," I giggle. I lay on my stomach in Luna's bed and open my book in front of me. After Sage finishes her tuna she jumps up into the bed by my side, curling up and resting her head on my arm. We sit in silence for a while, both of us immersed in what we're reading.

"I told my dad about us," I blurt. I'm really not sure why I said that.

"Hm?" Luna replies, looking over at me. "Oh, you mean like at the cemetery?" I nod.

"Something tells me our secret's safe with him," I add with a grin. "My mum, too."

"And what did she say?"

"She asked if you treat me well. I said yes, and she said that was good enough for her," I explain.

"I'm not sure about telling dad," she said, "but at least your mum had a positive reaction." I tilt my head at her.

"Luna, from what you've told me about your father, I know for a fact he wouldn't respond with anything less than a coming-out party," I respond. She shakes her head and laughs.

"You always know just what to say," she mumbles to herself. "I was hoping I'd just wait until it came up in conversation and tell him then."

"Do that if you want, but if it's his reaction you're scared of just write him a letter or send a howler," I suggest.

"I might," she answers with a shrug. "I'm still trying to plan it out and all." That was the end of that, and we both went back to what we were reading. That was something I loved about Luna, the time we spent in each other's presence just felt so easy. There was no unspoken obligation to snog each other's brains out (well, most of the time) and there was nothing uncomfortable or awkward about just existing together in our own peaceful world. Hours flew by like minutes, and I hadn't even noticed that it was dark out. Luna suddenly groans and I look up from my book.

"What?" I ask.

"That was my last bit of ink, do you have any I could borrow?" she responds, offering me her empty inkpot and the cork stopper. I roll out of her bed and take them.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be right back," I say, crossing the hallway to get to my door. I put my hand on the knob, but I freeze when I faintly hear a girl crying out inside. It was the type of sound that you couldn't tell was made in either pleasure or pain, but I shrugged it off as it could have come from any one of the neighboring rooms. When I opened the door I saw a jumble of limbs and long, dark curls in Evie's bed, and my eyes widened with horror when I realized what I had just walked in on. In shock, I dropped the glass inkpot and it shattered to pieces against the floor, catching their attention. My sister frantically tried to right herself, but we both knew it was too late.

"It's- I- Y/n, I can explain," she says with a nervous chuckle, covering herself with a blanket. All she wore was a black lace bra. I shook my head.

"No, you can't explain your way out of this one," I snap. The boy sits up, and he hasn't got a stitch of clothing on. I'm disgusted by the sight of his face in my sister's bed, but I'm not at all surprised.

"Huh?" William-Head-Boy-Of-Ravenclaw says stupidly. He looks to Evie. "I didn't even fin-"

"You're finished now, William," I interrupt, almost shouting. "Get out." He gives me a dirty stare as he puts his trousers and shoes back on, kicking the bits of glass at me on his way out and slamming the door behind him. Evie is almost in tears as she gets dressed, and I wordlessly clean up the little shards by hand. After I've cut my fingers a few times I dump the pieces in the rubbish bin in the bathroom, and my sister sits on the window seat with her knees drawn up to her chin.

"Are you absolutely mad?" I ask quietly, walking up to her. "Are you, Evie?" She shakes her head no.

"I know what you think of me but I really can explain," she replied in a shaky voice.

"What I think of you?" I begin. "That's your top priority? I remember the day you told me people were starting to notice about me and Luna. I never said a word to you about your little outings, but you just had to stick your nose in where it didn't belong rather than worrying about your own problems. If I were you I'd be worried about the possibility of a child or an STI. At the very least I'd be utterly terrified that word would get around and people would brand me as the school whore, but sure! Let's bring up Y/n and what she thinks of you, brilliant logic."

"There are precautions that Will and I take," she responded softly, "to prevent such things."

"Precautions?" I demand. "So you're telling me you've been doing this with him all along?" Her silence only makes me angrier. "God, you just don't get it, do you? You've been running off to Merlin knows where with Merlin knows who almost every night, and that's what you do? Evie, that's not healthy."

"Not always, not every time," she whispers. Tears run down her face.

"That really doesn't help. You've been running off since second year, Evie, that's Will's fourth. Your virginity's long gone and you've been sneaking around for years now, that isn't bloody healthy. William took your childhood by the time you were my age, and you can just live with that?"

"No, I gave it to him because I wanted to. Don't you understand?" Evie cried, looking up at me. "For so long, that was all I felt I was good for. The first time, it was like...it was like a drug. So I took as much as I could get. I just wanted to feel something real for once, or maybe actually make someone else happy. Will wasn't the first, but I guess that doesn't matter. I'm a whore just the same, aren't I?" I don't answer right away, still processing her words.

"What will mum say?" I ask. Evie stands up.

"She won't say anything," she replies fiercely, "because she'll never find out."

"What? How?" I ask.

"I kept your secret. Now you keep mine," she answers, walking out the door. I sat down on the window seat with a sigh. I was supposed to keep Evie's secret about her having at least two boys under her belt, her ongoing sexual crisis, and getting caught with one of said boys in her dorm by her little sister. Well...what else am I supposed to do besides exactly that?

Dear Reader,

hey uh sorry for the lack of authors note but its almost 5 am and I'm tired so until next time

XOXO
Frankie :)