"I think we should stop here," Luna stated between kisses, breaking away to catch her breath.

"We shouldn't," he countered with a smirk.

Luna groaned, pushing him away from her. "Hey," she exclaimed with a pout.

He smirked again before standing up and pulling her onto her feet. "Let's get you some dinner."

Later that evening, when Harry had dropped Luna off at her dormitory building and drove away, Luna laid down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her stomach churned unpleasantly as she thought about how everything that had been happening lately seemed to have a way of screwing everything up. For starters, she hadn't gotten any...