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“Would you mind passing me the amber dropper bottle?” Luna asked, turning to extend a hand back over her shoulder while the other stayed buried in the dirt in front of her.
Ron didn’t reply, he simply ducked his head down to the small box of herbology tools that Neville had lent them when Luna had told him that they were going to be planting a small newlyweds garden in their backyard. He pushed around a few unrecognizable handheld contraptions and unmarked potions to find what Luna was asking for.
Moments like these made Ron feel more alive than he ever had before.
He loved his family, he loved his friends, he is so proud of everything they’ve done together. But his whole life has practically been one big condensed ball of stress. Growing up in the burrow, attending Hogwarts, risking his life practically every other week, and fighting a war before he even turned eighteen. He couldn’t catch his breath, not for years. And everything that he’d ever loved was tied to that whirlwind past, tied to that history. The weight of those years pulling them down.
Luna felt different, she was always different. Never above it all, just… fantastically and outlandishly detached. He always thought she was a bit mad, but these past few months have shown him that maybe being a little barmy is good for the soul.
Ron was sitting cross-legged in the grass, in a hand-sewn flowy blouse and bright blue shorts. There was a flower crown made of daisies sitting on the crown of his head over the chin-length ginger locks that he’d recently decided to start growing out. He had no socks or shoes on, because Luna said that footwear disturbed the bristletusk that lived nearby. It was a little disturbing, a dash embarrassing, but immensely freeing.
“There you go,” Ron said, pressing the dropper gently into the hand that Luna had awkwardly extended over her opposing shoulder. He laced his fingers together and placed them in his lap as he leant forward, prepared to watch his partner work.
Luna thanked him and then made to turn away, but something caught her eye and stopped for a second to look at Ron curiously. She put the dropper down next to her knee and reached back over her shoulder. “Could you bring your head closer please?”
Ron moved towards her automatically, leaving his hands placed in his lap as he bent in her direction. Luna clumsily twisted her torso, trying to leave her left hand planted in the dirt while attempting to do whatever it was she was trying to do with her right hand that was straining to reach over her left shoulder. Ron moved even further, ultimately deciding to make her life easier and shift his hips over just slightly so his chin was close enough to prop itself up on her shoulder.
With much more ease, Luna plucked a strand of his hair out from where it had gotten tangled in the flower crown and tucked it behind his ear. She let her hand linger on his jaw for a moment as she pulled away, and booped the tip of his nose with her fingertip.
Luna gave him a bright, fond smile and Ron felt himself fall a little bit more in love.