their last night
Harry had dressed his best, wearing a sharp pinstriped suit with a vest, a pocket watch neatly danging across it. His shirt was neatly pressed light gray, and his tie was a lovely royal blue. He sat in the sitting room in their suite in Paris, waiting patiently for Luna to be ready.
Slipping on the ornate necklace around her neck, Luna glanced over at the clock on the wall. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, she looked back to the mirror. Normally, getting dressed and ready was no trouble at all. But she had no idea where they were going any the only hint she had was that Harry had said to dress up. Finding what she thought was an appropriate dress had been easy, but now she felt just a little nervous. Taking a deep breath she walked over and opened the door. Upon seeing him, her lips parted just a little. "You look so fantastic," she breathed, unable to take her eyes from him.
Harry stood when she entered the room, smiling broadly. Stepping forward and taking her hand in his, he bent down and kissed her cheek. "You look incredibly beautiful. I must be the luckiest man alive. Are you all sorted to go?" he asked, taking out his pocket watch and looking at the time. "We have reservations in 20 minutes."
She had almost forgotten they were going somewhere. Her hand had rested comfortably in his as her cheeks faintly coloured. Luna loved surprises, loved that Harry had arranged one for her. Still, curiosity toyed at her thoughts. "Reservations?" she repeated with a grin. "Can't I have a small hint as to where we're going?"
"Sure, you can have a hint. It's tall." he chuckled. Shall we go catch a cab? Those shoes don't look too comfortable." he commented, leading her from the room and down the stairs, hailing a cab for them with a flick of his hand, and opening the door as one pulled up before them. "After you." he smiled.
All Luna could do was raise her brow and laugh. In truth, she'd charmed her shoes. She had no idea how muggle women could endure them without magic. But it didn't surprise her in the least that they would have escaped Harry's consideration. Settling easily into the cab, nothing could be done to dampen her smile. "How is it again, that you manage to be so sweet all the time?" she asked, lacing her fingers with his when he joined her.
Before joining her, he'd told the driver where he was going and then sat back comfortably in the seat next to her. "Trust me, many people would argue about the sweet part." He sat back and enjoyed the ride, finally arriving a few minutes later at the base of the Eiffel Tower.
"I've found what other people think is usually highly overrated," she mentioned pleasantly before realizing where they were. Stepping out, she let out a squeak of delight. Turning to look at Harry, she clasped his hand snugly. "Oh Harry, it's beautiful," she gasped. They had seen it in passing during the day, but at night it was absolutely stunning.
He smiled broadly... he'd come to really love those little squeeks she'd emit now and then. He found himself wanting to do more and more to delight her. Squeezing her hand, he lead her to the base of the tower and waited for the elevator up. "We have reservations up there." he pointed to the platforms above them. "I remembered you thought it was lovely, so I wanted to take you there for dinner. I hope you love it as much as you thought you would." he chuckled.
Her gaze followed his hand, remaining upward as Harry continued speaking. Still holding his hand, she draped her free arm around his neck, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. As the elevator sounded its arrival she pulled back, pulling him in with her. "I know I will," she nodded. "This is so perfect. I wish we weren't leaving tomorrow."
He nodded, following her into the elevator. "I know... I just can't bear the thought of going back to real life." he sighed as the lift took them upwards. "I need to find a job, and I'm not looking forward not being with you every moment." He'd very much grown used to waking next to her, to spending his days exploring with her, and falling asleep in the floral-scented softness of her hair.