the moon [h.s.] - EDITING

sixty-two.

LUNA

She wakes up next to Harry and it takes her a moment to remember she's in England and in his old bedroom. She wants to smile at the thought, but she's a little too tired to. She groans from it. With her sleepy eyes, she looks over to find Harry. His eyes flutter open and she's able to smile. He makes her smile.

"What are you looking at?" He asks. He forms his own smile as he's peeking through his eyelids. He turns his body and hums as he pulls her in for a cuddle.

"I'm looking at you," she mumbles. She closes her eyes again as she hugs him tightly. They lay there together in silence and she could hear the pitter-patter against the window above the bed. It must be raining. "What time is it?" Luna then asks.

Harry lets go of his hold around her. He searches the bed to look for his phone. He finds it by his leg. He must have forgotten to charge it. "It's... eleven in the morning."

"Eleven? I'm still tired," she mumbles against his chest.

"It's six in New York so maybe that's why." Harry puts his phone down and his arms hold her again. "How are you? Are you feeling alright?"

Luna hears him, but she's quiet. Instead, she takes her fingers and slides them under his t-shirt to feel his warm and soft skin. Her fingers must be so cold since he seems to shiver under them. "I'm alright," she tells him. She's not in pain at the moment. She feels better, but she isn't sure how long this will last.

"Good," he says.

Luna smiles when she looks up at him. He's looking at her and she smiles when his thumb caresses her cheek. She glances down at his lips as they come closer. Her eyes close as she feels his nose against hers. She then feels his lips touch hers. She kisses him back softly and it's all she wants to keep on doing. She takes her fingers, sliding them off of his body to run them into his hair. She hums from the way he kisses her. She ends up climbing on top of him. Her thighs touch his bare skin, just above his pajama pants, as she is straddling him.

His fingers run through her own hair. He kisses her deeply as he is underneath her. His hands then explore their way down to her waist. He's tugging on her t-shirt. He wants to take it off.

Luna grins against his lips then pulls away. She sits up. "Just letting you know... nothing is happening when your mother's room is just down the hall," she tells him and laughs. She then gets off of him and out of his bed to put on the leggings she took off before bed.

Harry sighs as he lays back after being heavily kissed. He smiles and watches her. "What if she's not in her room? She could be downstairs reading a book."

"It's us, Harry. She'll hear," she says and laughs again.

"Fine... I guess we should wait until we get a hotel room."

She raises an eyebrow and turns to look at him again. He has a smirk on his face. "Why would we need a hotel room? Aren't we staying here?"

"Luna, did you think I wouldn't take you to see London before we leave? I'm thinking we could spend a romantic night over there then come back," he tells her and he sits up.

"Are you serious?" She's suddenly excited. She smiles wide, but then she shakes her head. "But you came here to spend time with your family! I don't want to take your time away from that."

"Don't worry about that, my love. You should definitely see London. Believe me, if I could take you through Paris and all through Rome, I would. Unfortunately, we don't have enough time for that. We have a lot of time for London. It's three hours away from here."

She steps closer to Harry when he sits at the edge of the bed. She stands in front of him and she can't help but run her fingers through his hair again. Her heart feels heavy in her chest and she doesn't know if it's because he called her my love or because he's just so amazing. He's so amazing, it makes her sad for some reason. She's no longer smiling.