Ron knew he was staring but he couldn't tear his eyes away as Luna continued with the slow and deliberate removal of her clothes as she stood in the rain. A trail of water ran along her neck to her collar bone before spilling over into the swell of her breasts. Hermione would kill him if she caught him watching but he reminded himself that just that morning she'd said they needed some time apart. He began to ponder what exactly she'd meant by that, then lost all ability to form coherent thought as Luna's bra fell to the floor.

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