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Nov. 1st 2002
In their little hotel room, Harry wakes when he realises he's being watched. He opens his eyes to see Luna's face just a few inches from his own. She's lying comfortably on his chest with her arms crossed to hold her head; she smiles dreamily at him.
He can hear the rain pattering against the window, and there are little droplets of water in her braid. "Hi," he rasps, bringing his hand up to brush a wet strand from her eyes.
"Good evening," Luna responds and pleasantly mirrors the action in his sleep-messed hair. The lamp in the corner is the only source of light in the room, a faint yellow glow washing across their figures. "What time is it?" Harry asks.
"Three-quarters till eight," she kisses him and doesn't stop until he hums.
"Did you enjoy your walk?" They had spent the last three months in Belgium, and Harry was quite liking it. It was one of the nicest places they had been to on their honeymoon, which, at two years, couldn't quite be called a honeymoon so much as an extended vacation.
Every afternoon, Luna tended to go out for a stroll; "it was pleasant," she hums. "I was thinking," Luna starts, not moving as Harry reaches for his glasses on the bedside table, "we should get a dog or a cat," Luna runs a finger across Harry's jaw, her expression still full of whimsy. "Maybe a few chickens?" She says after a moment.
Harry blinks curiously as he adjusts his glasses. A bit puzzled, he asks, "Chickens?"
"If you're not keen on those there's always rabbits or ferrets. I'm not opposed to a few goldfish either."
He feels a bit lost. "No- I mean, those are all lovely options, but why?"
"I've heard children raised with animals have fewer allergies and are much more empathetic compared to those raised without animals."
Harry scratches the side of his face, digging his nails across his newly growing beard. "That's why Ginny and Draco have their hellion, right?"
"Priscilla is a lovely cat." Luna supplies and presses her lips to his fuzzy jaw where he'd been scratching. "But that's not why I'm asking."
"Oh?" Harry smiles. Luna continues to drop kisses sporadically across his face. First, the prominent bone in his cheek, then the side of his nose. Harry watches intently as she brings a hand up to his face, tilting it as she pleases before continuing with his left eyebrow, then dropping another softly on his right eyelid and trailing her way across his scar. Luna's eyes are bright as she tells him, "I'm pregnant."