The Owlery

Ron Weasley has always had an appreciation for Luna Lovegood's lovable quirkiness. But what happens when Ron realizes his friendship with Luna could be something more? This short story takes place during HBP, and Romione is featured at the end.


2. The Stroll

Later that night, Ron sneaked out of bed. He couldn’t sleep, and so he thought he’d take a stroll. Harry wouldn’t mind if Ron borrowed the cloak, just this once. Ron snatched it from the foot of Harry’s bed and quietly exited Gryffindor tower.

            As he wandered about the school, narrowly avoiding patrolling teachers, Ron wondered where Ravenclaw tower was. He scanned his brain but only knew the general direction of the place. After a few minutes of standing in place, Ron succumbed to returning to bed.

            Two mornings later, Harry and Ron had a free period before Potions. Harry sat in the common room reading his potions book. “Would you put that away?” Ron snarled. “You are reading as much as Hermione these days.” Harry rolled his eyes and continued to sift through the pages. Ron stood up and stretched. Then he said, “I’m going for a stroll.” Harry nodded him off and Ron left through the portrait hole.

            Ron wandered the grounds for a while before coming across the Quidditch pitch. He sat on the ground just beyond the stands, and stared at the gravel before him.

Suddenly, a pair of bright blue trainers appeared in front of Ron’s very eyes. “Hello Ron!” said a misty, cheerful voice. Ron slowly looked up into the electric blue eyes of Luna Lovegood. He scrambled to his feet, blushing red as a tomato. Smiling at Luna, Ron spoke. “Hello! How’re you Luna?” Luna gave him a classic Luna smile and replied, “I’m fine. Just taking a walk. A boy in my class set something on fire in Herbology, so we were allowed to leave.” Ron nodded, grinning slightly at this odd statement. “What did he set on fire?” Ron asked curiously. “A bit of everything, really.” Luna responded, unfazed.
            After a moment of silence, Ron glanced back up at the castle. It was nearly time for potions. Ron then turned back to Luna and asked, “Do you where else has a great sunset view? The owlery. It’s beautiful and . . . private.” Ron blushed once more, but Luna didn’t notice. “Oh that sounds wonderful!” she exclaimed. “Would you like to show me tonight?” she asked. Ron nodded. “Sure! I’ll meet you up there just before sundown.” Luna smiled at him again, and then turned toward the castle. “We better get back.” Ron nodded in agreement. Then, in a spur of the moment move, Ron held out his arm for Luna to take. “My lady?” he said, and Luna giggled. Together they walked back to the castle, arm in arm.

When they reached the front doors, they both realized they had been holding hands. 

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