Luna's lips parted slightly in surprise, very much touched. "I'd love to," she said as his words began to stagger. She did want to meet them, and didn't bother with picking the gesture apart. She loved that he wanted her to meet them. Gently biting her teeth into her lower lip, she dropped her eyes to their joined hands. For the first time she noticed that she could still faintly make out the delicate scars along the back of his hand, and couldn't help but wonder how long she'd been so fond of him. Not concerning herself with where there were or who was around, she brought his hand up and brushed her lips over the barely visible scars. "I am, you know," she smiled, looking back up at him as colour rose in her cheeks. "Falling, in love with you." She dropped her eyes as she replaced his hand on the table before softly saying, "Rather more than I expected."
He smiled brightly, looking up at her closely, a habit he'd picked up after being lied to so many times. Not that he'd suspect she was lying, quite the opposite. But he always over-analyzed people's true intentions. Finally listening to his heart, he nodded, his smile fading only slightly as he remembered to exhale. "I'm glad... because I feel... I feel like this is really becoming something."
These were the sorts of things Luna had the impression were difficult for men to say. Then again, Harry never really fell into the typical, often mundane, mold so many others did. She liked it when he looked at her, even with a bit of scrutiny, because she felt like he really saw her. "Whatever it is, you and me, it's special," she replied, feeling just a bit more heat splash across her cheeks. She knew what he meant, but there just weren't enough words to say how lovely their holiday had been and how she wouldn't have traded it for anything. With a small laugh and something of a tease in her voice she asked, "Can't we just hide away in Paris for another month or so?"
He chuckled softly, looking at her for another moment. "Don't tempt me, really, Luna... if it weren't for my friends and... well, my family... I think I'd stay here with you forever." he said earnestly. "I think if I could, I'd likely stay here with you, living off the money my parents gave me and just hiding from the rest of the world." he said, his tone growing just a touch dark. He knew that he had to go home sometime.
She felt the sentiment reverberate within herself. Though, she did love her job. And besides, they couldn't stay in Paris the whole time; there were still loads of places Harry had yet to see, places she knew of and wanted to share with him. "Maybe we could make a habit of it?" she suggested. "Take a long weekend every one in a while, just get away for a bit. And we wouldn't even have to tell anyone where we're going." Part of her loved the idea of a private excursion where the two of them could simply get lost in a new place and not bother with anything other than enjoying themselves.
He nodded heartily. "I think that'd be brilliant... Luna?" he asked with a sigh. "Is it wrong that I don't really want to go home? That I'd rather just stay with you? I mean, is that too much too soon?" It was true, he didn't want to go home and face nights alone. He felt that he'd been sleeping better, that his world was feeling more centred. He just didn't feel like going back to life as it had been before Luna.