"This is the cami, that goes with those panties." Luna said, dangling it from the spaghetti straps in front of Harry. He blushed, recognising the same material, colour, design. Even the caressing touch, as Luna's fingers made it dance, brushing against Harry's hands, as he batted it away from his face.
"It was a mistake..." Harry raged, a bitter low growl of denial.
Feeling bad for snapping, Harry hunted desperately for a distraction. "Oh... I bumped something beneath the bed." He said, ducking low, he hid his face from Luna. Pulling forward the box he accidentally kicked.
"Mes Souvenirs" Was written on the top, in an elegant flowing script. Still trying to hide his face, he kept his gaze intently on the box. As Luna made the cami-top shift as if it were dancing. The teasing vision kept at the periphery of his vision. Opening the box, he found it was filled with photos from Fleur and Bill's wedding. An ornately written invitation card, atop them was the excuse Harry needed... wanted to change the subject.
"You remember the wedding, don't you Luna?" He asked pulling a random picture from near the top. The figures danced and smiled merrily on the page. Thankfully, the dancing cami, was tucked away, and Harry breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fleur is very pretty." She said.
Harry's senses felt heightened. It sounded completely sincere, and open. Not even a hint of jealousy, or anything else. He'd detected even from the very rational Hermione, or Ginny.
"Yes... Yes, she is." Harry happily agreed, "And a fantastic witch too." somewhat-fond memories of the tournament surfacing, and making him smile.
The pair looked through the photos reminiscing over the whole event. Neither mentioning it's rather abrupt ending, or risking spoiling the conversation. As they went deeper into the box, Harry's hands came across something.
Unsure what it was, he gave it a slight tug, and it spilled from the box. A cascade of photos spilling from the box.
Harry found himself holding a very lacy, very sexy corset in his outstretched hands. It glittered in his hands, the colours hard to describe. They seemed to shimmer between pale blue, and silver. Tiny blossoms decorated it, and Harry held it stiffly, trying not to look interested in the item. Equally, he refused to react as if shocked or offended by it's existence.
"Oooh," Luna purred in fascination, "La ceinture d'Aphrodite." she said, reaching a tentative hand out to caress, it's scintilating beauty.
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