29. Luna Nott: Love Expert

                                    

                                          
"Hello, my hardworking Aurors. Having a good day?" Hermione chirped as she approached Harry and Ron's desks. She stopped abruptly at the sight before her. Ron had his head in his hands, elbows digging into his knees and Harry was placing a comforting hand on his back, "What is going on?"
Harry looked up first, clearly trying to hide a grin but Ron just groaned. She shot Harry a concerned look but he just shook his head and pat Ron on the back, "You'll be alright, mate, it happens to the best of us."
With a huff, Hermione hissed, "What in all hell is going on?"
Finally, Ron threw his head back with another groan and said, "I think I'm falling in love!"
"With who?" She gasped.
"Padma, Hermione, obviously!" He glared at her.
"Well, I don't know!" She threw her hands in the air, "Last I heard, you weren't super pleased about the marriage."
"Oh, like you can talk!" He hissed back, both of them glancing around to make sure passers-bys weren't listening in, "now you know how I felt when I saw you and Malfoy canoodling in the middle of the ministry"
"For the last time, Ronald, we were not canoodling."
"Stop it!" Harry interrupted, "Ron, you're falling in love with your wife. That's a good thing. Stop being a drama queen."
Ron gasped, "Well, what a good friend you are, I'm going to talk to Dean, He'll be more understanding!"
He didn't have to go far, though, because he'd barely stood from his chair when Dean was rushing over, his DMLE robes rumpled and he was out of breath, "Come... Hospital," he gasped once he'd reached them.
"What?" Harry's eyes widened, "Who?"
"All of you... it's... Luna."
"Luna?" Hermione stepped forward to grab ahold of Dean's shoulders, "Is she okay?"
Dean took in a breath and finally explained, "I don't know, I ran straight to get you when I heard, she's been attacked by a patient."
Not a single one of them spoke or told their bosses they were leaving as they rushed for the floo network, shoving passed random misistry officials as they went. St Mungo's was far calmer than Hermione had expected with the news they'd just received. Two DMLE officers stood by a door at one end of the hall and another two were at a second door on the other end. Ron glanced from side to side before calling, "Who has Luna?"
The two to their right gave each other sheepish looks before one of them raised a hand. The four of them made their way over and Hermione braced her hands on her knees, pinching her eyes shut to stop a sudden bout of dizziness while the rest of them spoke.
"Is she alright?" Harry asked the two men.
"She's being checked over at the moment, but she's unconscious."
"Unconscious?" Ron exclaimed, "What the bloody hell happened?"
"Hang on," Hermione straightened and glanced around, "Has anyone let Theo know?"
"Who's Theo?" One of the officers asked.
"Her husband."
"Oh," the man shrugged, "I don't know, the hospital was dealing with all of that."
Behind them, the floo roared to life once more and they all turned to watch Theo step out of it. Hermione had never once seen him angry but the silent fury on his face in that moment was startling. He met her stare, glanced at the door they stood before and then turned and stalked in the direction of the second set of officers. His hands were balled into fists, his wand clenched tightly in one of them.