He couldn't keep the smile from his face. "Yeah?" he said a bit excitedly... she was fantastic! "So, you're sure you don't mind giving up your place?"
His hand slipped under hers on his chest, pulling the the delicate limb up to his mouth, kissing it tenderly, taking each of the fingers to his mouth one at a time and kissing them tenderly, spending a bit of time on each. He looked into the lovely blue eyes that came to rest on him, and his heart skipped a beat. If he'd ever had any doubt about how good she was for him, it melted away in that instant. He chuckled at the bed issue... his wasn't comfortable at all, it was just something Ron had picked up for him, for the three of them when they'd first moved in. He hadn't given much thought to his bed since before Luna, he really hadn't spent much time there... he didn't sleep much at all. But these days, he slept so well he couldn't imagine going back to the way it was before.
"So we can shrink your bed and move it tomorrow... I want to move in as soon as we can." he beamed.
Any echos of that stoic, iron version of Harry faded as his entire face seemed to light up. It wasn't that she had no appreciation for that side of him, she rather respected that in him, but it set her stomach aflutter when he smiled like that- when she knew it was because of her.
Her smile curled as his lips took to her fingertips. Even if she'd had the slightest reservation, how on earth would they have endured that? Honestly, it wasn't even fair how exceptionally distracting that could be, the way that such small things could make her feel as though he loved every bit of her. Besides, as much as Luna enjoyed her flat, she could feel as at ease there as in tent in the middle of the jungle. She had an inclination to wander, to roam that seemed to be balanced by how solid and grounded he could be. Part of her mind fancied him the Endymion to her Selene.
Kicking up a knee, she settled in across his lap as her fingers laced behind his neck. The realization that they were sitting in the place where they'd be living together suddenly had a pleasant sort of weight to it. His home would be her home. They'd have a home together. A passing worry clouded her mind, that she would somehow screw it all up. Just as quickly it dissipated: nothing seemed quite so foolish as to fret over what might me when what you had in front of you was so lovely.
"Tomorrow," she promised, brushing her lips against his cheek. "Do you have one of those phones here?" The question occurred to her as she was moving to kiss his other cheek. Phones, a relatively new sort oddity to her, were things she kept forgetting that Harry was perfectly accustomed to. "We probably ought to call the agent and cancel that ridiculously early appointment."