Be With The One You Love
He’d heard the news from Theo and headed straight to the pub. He’d seen it coming—how they’d looked at each other. And now it was official, and there was nothing he could do but drown his sorrows in whiskey.
He threw the drink back, not even tasting it on his tongue. He only had himself to blame. He’d asked Luna to help him get close to Pansy. He should be happy for them; he’d practically made the match himself. They deserved love. Pansy, with her good looks and grace, and Luna, with her kind heart and ethereal beauty—of course, such perfect women should fall for each other and not look twice at him.
Though this whole plot started with his love for Pansy, he thought he might genuinely miss his scheming with Luna more. She’d been so sure he could be loved, so devoted to helping him. This betrayal stung, but perhaps not for the reasons it should have.
And then she was beside him, pulling up a stool. He blinked rapidly, trying to understand what was happening. His large hand flexed around his empty glass. “Luna, why are you here?”
She shrugged. “I couldn’t let you drink your sorrows away on your own.” She signaled for the bartender to bring Greg another and one for herself.
He laughed. “No. You can. Go be with the one you love.”
She furrowed her brow. “If you must know, I am with the one I love, though they do not love me.”
Greg glanced around the pub, searching for Pansy, unable to find her. “It may be too early for the word ‘love,’ but snogging each other's faces off in the park is a good start.”
Luna nodded. “Yes, that’s why I’m here to drink with you—since Draco and Pansy are back together. Harry and Theo saw them snogging, and Harry mentioned it to me. I had to come and find you.”
“Draco?”
Luna nodded. “Yes. She says she 'can’t resist him with his hair grown out.' I think she likes the androgyny.”
“Draco, not you.”
“Me? Kissing Pansy? But I love you, silly.” Luna shook her head and sipped her whiskey, coughing from the strong burn.
“You do?”
“Mmhm. Did you not know?”
“How could I?” His mind was racing. He didn’t understand.
“Why else would I help you get Pansy? I wanted the man I loved to be happy. And now you’re sad. I have failed.” She took another sip from the drink, fairing slightly better this time. He looked down at her, marveling at how small she was, how delicate. How could someone so lovely ever love a big oaf like him?
“Luna, sweet girl, I love you too.” He placed a tattooed hand under her chin, bringing her eyes to his. “I think I have for a while now.”
She smiled, and it was as if the whole room was filled with stars. “Truly?”
He nodded. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Yes, please.”