She Will Be Loved

A/N:This one-shot revolves around Luna Lovegood and my OC Morgan Davis. At the moment I'm writing a fic named Legend of The Blood Moon, in which Luna and Morgan are featured (but not together). A friend of mine suggested that Luna and Morgan should hook up and this fic was born. There might be more with this couple since I've fallen in love with them. A little history on Morgan: Same year as Luna but a Hufflepuff. Mum is a witch, Dad is a Muggle. Luna and here have been friends for about four years when this fic takes place. Thanks for reading!

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"Do you even realise how beautiful you are?"

My question hangs in the air for what seems like an eternity. I watch her as she continues to stare in her bedroom mirror, her eyes dark and sad. I wait for her to answer me but she never does.

Deep down she knows she's beautiful, yet she'll never admit it to herself or to anyone else. It's almost like a guarded secret with her. But she is beautiful, especially now with her auburn hair flowing just pass [past] her bare shoulders and her dressing gown slightly open.

I want to love her and I know that I would this night. She'sbestbest friend and occasional lover. We know each other's bodies better than anyone else ever could. I love her and I know she cares about me.

We will never have a romantic relationship, though. We'll stay friends because we know each other's dreams of marrying and having children. We could never give each other that but we promised that we'd always be there for each other.

"Luna," she whispers, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

I stand from her bed and slowly walk over to her. I position myself behind her as we both stare into the mirror. I'm taller than her but she has the better body and it is a body I love to explore.

I let my hands roam over her bare shoulders before I push her dressing gown off her body. She turns to me, her eyes boring into mine. She reaches her hand up and carefully runs it through my blonde locks. She's always careful with me.

I lean forward and kiss her full lips, a moan escaping from my throat when her tongue pushes into my mouth. I feel han hands roam over my chest, stopping on my breasts. I love the way she touches me.

She breaks the kiss first and looks at me before she runs her fingers over my exposed neck. I moan loudly but push her hands away.

"Let me make love to you tonight," I whisper in her ear. "You'll have your turn next time. I promise."

She takes in a sharp breath and nods her head in agreement. I give her a smile before attaching my lips onto the special spot on her neck. I know where all her special spots are.

She bucks against me and moans as she allows her fingers to tangle up in my hair. I smile and move my lips to her collarbone as my hand slides up her thigh.

"Come to bed," I whisper, grabbing her hand. Her face is flush and all she can do is nod. "Let me show you how beautiful you really are."

I lead her to the bed and lay her down. She knows that I'm in charge tonight and all she has to do is enjoy what I'm about to do to her.

I start on her neck again, my hands roaming over her breasts. Her nipples are hard for me and I softly pinch them, which makes her arch her back. I allow my eyes to travel to hers before I leave a small trail of kisses from her neck to the top of her breasts.

"So beautiful," I whisper before taking one of her pink nubs into my mouth.

She moans and bucks again as one of her hands runs through my hair.

I continue to suck on her nipple as I pinch and roll the other one between my thumb and index finger. I then release her nipple and move over to the other one and slowly suck it into my mouth.

"Luna," she hoarsely moans. "Please."

I know what she wants without the words being spoken. I smile against her breast before I run a hand over her stomach and then her mound. Her lips are swollen and I can feel her wetness. I almost cry out because I know I'm the one that's made her that way.

She spreads her legs apart for me so I may dip one of my fingers inside her wetness. She bucks against my hand as I slide my finger into her seeping hole.

"Gods Luna!" she cries out, her hips meeting my finger strokes.

I press my thumb against her clitoris and rub it in small circles. This drives her wild and soon we find a common rhythm as my fingers and her hips move together. I latch my mouth on one of her nipples, because I know she likes that, and I watch her face.

Her face tells so many different stories; stories I've heard before but at the moment, it's telling me that I'm about to send her over the edge.

I feel her body tense up and soon she's in the middle of an orgasm, screaming my name. Once it's over, I pull my fingers from her and slowly lick her juices off them before pulling myself up so my face is even with hers.

She looks at me with red cheeks and hooded eyes. I feel my heart swell a million times bigger with the love I feel for her. I want to tell her. I want to tell her how I'm in love with her but I'm afraid if I do, she'll leave me.

"Go to sleep." I tell her when I see her eyes flutter shut.

"Will you stay?" she asks.

"I always stay," I say. She nods and is soon asleep.

I watch her sleep, thinking about how I feel about her. I wish I weren't a coward or I'd tell her but I won't. I will remain her friend and she will remain mine. And when we both feel unloved and not so beautiful, the other will make us feel loved.

Yet, as she sleeps, I can't stop the tears from falling. And I watch her for a while longer until sleep starts to take over my own body.

I slide closer to her and push my face into her hair before whispering, "I love you Morgan. More than you realise."

And I do love her. If only she felt the same way.