There wasn't any other girl like Luna Ron realized, he got on top of her and stared into her gray eyes. He had never seen anyone with gray eyes before except for the blind but Luna wasn’t blind, she could see things others couldn’t see, see things in him that he couldn’t.
She smiled at him before she leaned into the crook of his neck, planting soft kisses on his neck, specifically on his freckles, her kisses traveled from his neck to the bottom of his jaw, just below his lips and Ron felt a chill up his spine as the top of her lips subtly touched the bottom of his, this was no act of sexual lust (as much as Ron was feeling it), this was love. pure, strange unexplainable love, just like the one he felt for Luna.
He grabbed her from her back, adoring the lightness of her, her pale skin and white hair almost reminded him of an animal, sometimes it was a bird, with her limbness and the way her eyes would examine things, with all the curiosity of a child but the wondering and questions of an adult. Sometimes it was a rabbit due to her bountiful white hair and calmness but Ron couldn’t categorize Luna, she was simply Luna, he leaned into kiss her and Luna was the one who he loved.