Chapter 4

Sherlock waited for Luna in her flat for a few hours before heading back to his own. He had absolutely no idea where she'd gone. He figured she'd eventually show up at his own flat, since she now knew where Sherlock lived. The second he got through the door, Sherlock was bombarded with questions.

"Where in the hell have you been?"

"I was at Luna's flat."

"Who's Luna?"

"A girl."

John's face fell to a disappointed frown.

"A girl?"

"Yes. Now if you don't mind, I would love to be alone."

"Right. Okay."

Sherlock pulled off his scarf and threw it over the nearest chair. He smirked because he knew it would annoy John. He didn't really want to be alone. In fact, he really wanted to be with Luna. Sherlock made his way into his room and onto his bed. He was lying on his side looking out the window when he heard a familiar crack.

"Please be Luna. Please be Luna."

Sherlock stood back up and walked out of his room. Sure enough, there was the wide-eyed wonder staring back at Sherlock with a relieved smile on her face.

Luna was sitting with her legs crossed and sipping tea in the chair across from Sherlock. He studied her face while she explained where she went and how.

"So you're a wizard. Wizards are real. They exist. Wizards exist."

Sherlock's head was spinning from this new information. He always believed wizards only existed in stories he heard as a child. But there was a real-life wizard sitting right in front of him, sipping tea. Her wand was sitting on her lap. It looked just like a stick to him at first, but the closer he looked at it, the more the patterns of the wood stood out to him. She had shown him a spell that sent a blue misty rabbit hopping about Sherlock's flat. She told him it was her patronus. He had absolutely no idea what that was or what it did.

"It's to protect someone from a dementor."

"Which is?"

"A creature that feeds off of happiness. It sucks every little bit out of you, and then takes your soul."

Sherlock stared at Luna trying to make sense of everything she just told him. He was still in shock from finding out that wizards actually existed. He stood up and almost fell over. How long had he been sitting? Sherlock walked over to the window and noticed that it was dark. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the time. It was already ten. Christ.

"It's late, Luna. Do you need to be home by a certain time?"

She stared at him, and then began laughing. Then it hit him.

"Right. Well, you're welcome to stay here if you'd like."

"Thank you."

"Sherlock?"

He awoke only to find the blonde girl at the foot of his bed. Judging by the way her hands were fumbling around her collarbone, she'd had a nightmare.

"Mmm, what?"

"I-I've had a nightmare. I- I was wondering-"

He already knew what she was going to ask, so he lifted up the covers. She walked over to the other side of the bed and crawled in. She was facing away from him, and much too far away. Acting on impulse, Sherlock grabbed Luna by the waist and pulled her closer to him.

"Wha-?"

"Shh."

Sherlock felt her body relax into his. Her breathing evened out until he knew she was asleep. He leaned in to nuzzle his nose against the back of her head. Her plaited hair smelled of his shampoo, but it smelled so much better on her than it did him. He breathed in the scent of her hair once more before closing his eyes and falling asleep himself.

When he awoke, Sherlock noticed Luna had rolled over. She was still sleeping soundly and snoring ever so lightly. Her braid had come loose overnight and there were pieces of curly hair framing her small face. He looked past her and out the window. Morning light was pouring onto the floors and Luna's side of the bed. She looked like an angel of sorts with the white sheets, the almost white hair, his white shirt on her tiny frame, and the light acting like a halo around her. He reached over to grab the hand that was resting on her pillow. He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed her delicate fingers. Her eyes fluttered open and a smile spread across her lips.

"Good morning."

Luna inched closer to Sherlock and was back in his arms again.

"Morning."

Sherlock chuckled before falling back asleep with Luna in his embrace.

(A/N: I have been wanting to write this part ever since I started this story! All my feels for Lovelock cuddles. Thank you guys so much for reading/reviewing. It means so much to me!)