A/N: So, here goes my first fanfiction. I was in the middle of one on but. I hated it. After one chapter; one very short chapter. Hehe. Okay so. If I misspell or misuse any grammatical words or punctuation, please don't kill me I'm too young to die! *clears throat* Those of you who know will, know that must have been hard for me to joke about so. Anyway, although most of you have probably skipped this, which is very rude (:P not really, I don't blame you, I'm a boring person) I don't mind. This chapter will be short… Probably.

I decided to write this, not because I don't have a life, but because I have way too much time on my hands, as you may know.

RUPERT GRINT IS A SEXY BAMF 3

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Disclaimer: I don't not own Harry Potter. He's not the one I desire anyway…

Ron watched her with his lip bit. Her movements were slow but precise. If fact, everything about her seemed to flow in a perfect rhythm as if there was a constant song playing in her head. She turned to him and smiled sweetly. "You know if I didn't know you so well I would be very afraid right now."

Ron chuckled, "Why?"

Luna Lovegood ran a small, soft hand down his cheek. "You're staring at me like a crazed man."

"I am crazed. Just look at you. How am I supposed to be?" Ron asked. Luna rolled her eyes and stood up.

"I can't find my jeans," she breathed. Ron licked his lips and watched her search. Luna's skin was ghost white. Her body was small and delicate. The two of them looked rather amusing together. Sometimes when they hugged, Luna got lost in his long limbs. He loved it.

"Why would you need jeans? We're about to start round two," Ron said sitting up in the bed.

Luna's already huge eyes grew larger. "Round two? Ron, we just finished a few minutes ago. There's no way you are ready again."

Ron rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm. He pulled her into the bed and took her hand. He placed it on a certain body part that would make her think otherwise. "You may be in Ravenclaw, but I think I know more about this than you."

Luna licked her lips. "You defy all laws of nature." Ron closed the gap between them and kissed her. Luna kissed him back and opened her mouth. Ron moaned as he tasted her sweetness. He wrapped his lips around her tongue and sucked. Luna placed her arms around his neck. Ron laid her back against the bed. He broke away from her mouth and gazed at her.

Luna's pale face was slightly pink. Her large silvery eyes were hazy and dreamy as always. Ron was blown away. Luna was the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen. Everything about her was mystical and refreshing. He traced her small red lips with a finger.

"You're so bloody beautiful," he breathed.

Luna grinned and kissed his nose. "You're not so bad yourself, Ron." She ran her hands up and down his arms.

Once again, Luna was looking for her jeans. "They're right here," Ron said as he pulled them from under the bed.

Luna frowned, "They were there the whole time."

Ron shrugged, "Well, I needed a few more minutes to look at you."

Luna snatched them and put them on. Ron himself put his pants back on. Luna went to the mirror and ran a hand through her waist length, dirty blond hair. Ron chuckled. No matter what she did, it would look wild. He thought it was sexy.

She caught his eye in the mirror, "You're starring again."

Ron shrugged and walked over to her. He stood behind her and held her. "I don't want you to go."

"Dad said I had to come straight home. It's not safe here he says." Luna turned around and placed her arms around him. Ron rolled his eyes. He and his family were still at Sirius's house. He hated it there. It was dark and gloomy and he rarely got to see Luna.

"If we were at the Burrow, I could just walk to your house," Ron whined.

"I know, but it's for the best. You're safe here and so is Harry," Luna told. Ron wanted to retort but he knew she was right.

"I miss you though," Ron confessed.

"I miss you too. I miss you so much," Luna said softly.

"I can't believe I miss school. We've been out a week and I miss it. At least at Hogwarts I can see you whenever I want to," Ron said while twisting one of her wavy lock between his fingers.

"Hey, we'll see each other plenty of times this summer, and when school starts we'll spend all the time in the world together," Luna reassure. Ron looked away. "Ronald," she breathed. Ron turned back to her. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. Ron instantly melted against it. They held each other for days it seemed. She pulled away. "I love you. You know that. My heart is inside of you. I can never be too far away."

Ron felt a small lump in his throat. She was always saying things that like. Ron could never come up with anything so brilliant. All he could say was, "You have my heart too. I love you so fucking much." Luna smiled a bit and kissed him once more before pulling away.

"I have to go, but I'll see if I can come by tomorrow," she said. Ron nodded. She went to the door and opened it. She turned back around and gave him another beautiful smile. "I love you Ron. I'm always right here." She placed a hand over her heart. Ron exhaled deeply and bit his lip. She closed the door behind her.

Ron slumped to the floor and played with a loose string on the carpet. He always felt a bit lonely without her. They started dating in the middle of his fifth year. Ron had always been intrigued with her and wasn't really sure how he felt. He couldn't believe it when Ginny told him that she fancied him. It didn't take him long to ask her out with a little push from Harry. It had been over a year now. Ron couldn't be happier. He would start his last year at Hogwarts with the best girl in the world.

He finished getting dressed and walked downstairs. His mother was making dinner and everyone was seated at the table. He took his spot between Harry and Hermione. She smiled at him as he sat down. Ron returned her smile. "You'll see her tomorrow," she said smoothly while rubbing his arm. Ron's smile grew. Hermione always knew how to make him feel better.

"You don't think I'm acting ridiculous do you?" he asked.

Hermione shook her head. "Of course you're not. You're acting in the exact way you should." Ron nodded and decided not to be too upset. He would see her soon.

It was dessert time. Ron was working on his third helping of pudding and was in the middle of discussing quidditch tactics with Harry and Ginny when Bill ran into the house. Ron knew something was wrong. Bill was pale and had a weird look in his eyes. "There's been an attack."

"What is it?" his mother asked.

Bill walked further into the room. "Death eaters. They made another attack."

"Where did it happen, Bill?" his father said at once.

Bill turned to Ron. It was at that moment that he knew. Something was terribly wrong. "The Lovegood house."

The room was quiet. Ron felt a disconnection to his body. It was as if his mind had oozed out of his skin. "Where is she?" he asked.

"St. Mungo's," Bill breathed.

Ron didn't give anyone time to respond. Without him even thinking of a plan or what he was going to do he Disapparated. Before he knew it he was in the hospital. He went to the front desk. "Where's Luna Lovegood?" he demanded.

The witch at the reception desk gave him a look. "Are you family or-"

"I'm her cousin," he lied.

The witch sighed and looked at a chart. "She's on the second floor." Ron dashed away as quick as he could. His mind was in a haze. He didn't know what to think. He couldn't think. All he knew was that he had to find her. He made it to the second floor. There were many healers standing outside a particular room. He ran over and one of them grabbed him.

"Son, you can't be there," he said.

"No, Luna's in there. I have to see her," Ron whined. He tried to pull himself away from healer.

"Ron," someone said from behind him. He turned around. Harry had his hands on his knees and looked out of breath.

"Harry, they won't let me see her," Ron cried.

Forty minutes had gone by. His family was standing outside her room. Luna's father was in another room. He was badly hurt but would be okay. Ron didn't care. He only had eyes for Luna. He paced over and over. He tried to keep his mind blank.

The door to her room opened. A healer came out. His thin, white robe was covered in sweat. His face was red. Ron didn't need to hear it. The look in his eyes told it all.

"Oh, no. No, no, no. LUNA!" Ron screamed as he ran past the healer and into her room. Ron ran to her bed and gasp. Luna was pale. She was paler than he had ever seen her. Her eyes were closed and dirt and blood covered her body. "Luna, Luna, wake up. It's me Ron. Please wake up," Ron cried as he held her and patted her face. She didn't move. Her beautiful eyes didn't open. Her perfect mouth did not stretch into a smile.

"Ron," Harry said from behind him.

"No! Don't even fucking think about it. She's fine…she…just. Luna. Luna please…it's me Ron! It's your love. I'm here. I'm sorry I let you leave. Please come back to me. Don't be mad. Don't do this. Don't leave me all alone," Ron begged. He shook her lifeless body. "LUNA! LUNA!" he screamed.

Harry grabbed him and pulled his away. Ron collapsed to the floor. Hot, painful tears ripped from his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Harry cried.

Ron tore from his clutches and ran out of the room. He didn't get very far. His legs gave out again. He held himself and rocked. He couldn't stop crying. "Ron," someone breathed.

He looked up. Hermione was kneeling in front of him. Her brown eyes were wet and red. He didn't know what to say. For some reason her eyes made him brain connect to his body. He threw his arms around her without thinking. He held her tightly while taking in her warm scent.

Hermione didn't say anything. She held him while rubbing his back. Ron cried and couldn't stop.

"Ron, it's time for breakfast. It's last call. I tried telling her that you weren't hungry but she won't have it."

Ron opened his eyes. A blinding light was shining in his face. He sat up and rubbed them. When the room finally came into focus he saw Harry sitting on the edge of his bed. He had the same worried look on his face that he held every morning. "You okay?" he asked.

Ron rolled his eyes. This had been their daily routine all summer. "Yes, I'm fine."

Harry smiled a bit and patted his knee. "Okay. Meet you downstairs, yeah?" Ron nodded and swung his legs over the bed. Harry gave him one more smile before leaving the room.

Ron didn't want to shower but he had too. The cold water stung but felt good to his skin. Ron looked at himself in the mirror as he got dressed. Every day he felt a bit more disgusted with himself. He was tall. He was too tall for his own good. His skin was pale and his freckles blemished his skin everywhere. His frame was small. Ron hated how skinny he was. Even at seventeen he barely had any muscle. His blue eyes were a bit red and blank as always. It was nice that his hair was long enough now to hide them a bit. Even though he didn't want to see anyone, he had to eat. He barely ate anything the day before and he knew his mother would get on his case again.

With a heavy sigh, Ron left the room and tried his best not the look the way he felt. The smell of sausage and toast lifted his spirits a bit. His father, Harry, Ginny, and Hermione were at the table. Ron said next to Hermione. She smiled a bit. Ron tried his best to return it.

"How are you feeling today?" his father asked.

"I'm fine," Ron breathed.

"Are you really dear?" his mother asked while putting a hand to his forehead.

"Mum, I'm not sick. I'm fine," Ron pressed while moving away.

They all looked at him in a disbelieving way. Ron wanted to leave. He wanted to scream at them to stop staring. He didn't though. He placed his head in his hands. "I'm not going to crack today, okay? Can we please just eat?"

Nothing more was said. They all ate in virtual silence. Afterward, Ron excused himself and went back upstairs. He went to his room and closed the door behind him. He would lock it but feared if Harry tried opening it and noticed it was locked, he would panic. Instead he took something out from his side table. He ran to the bathroom and locked the door.

He looked at the picture. It was of him and Luna. They had taken it last Valentine's Day in Hogsmeade. He ran a hand over Luna's beautiful face. It had always been his favorite picture. Not only did she looked gorgeous as she laughed but she looked so…alive. It had been two months since her death. Death eaters had attacked her house. While her dad made it through with broken bones and a cursed arm that was pretty much useless, Luna was dead. She had lost too much blood. A curse hit her stomach. The healers said she probably didn't feel too much pain. She was practically dead when she was admitted.

Everyone thought that would make him feel better. Ron snorted. Being told his girlfriend felt little pain when she died only made him feel worse. He rather her be in extreme pain and alive than peaceful and dead. He clutched the picture and let his tears fall. He couldn't feel in front of everyone. He couldn't let them in. He blamed himself for her death and everyday he wished he would have been there with her. He didn't tell anyone about his feeling of course. All he could do was keep saying over and over again "I'm okay."

The truth was he wasn't okay.

A/N: Okay, that was depressing to write. This is a Romione fanfiction. But it won't happen straight away. I got this idea from crazednthu. She never finished her fanfiction so I thought I'd finish it for her because I really got into it and it just... stopped. Thanks and review! :D