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Summary: Just a night in the life. (Xander/Luna)

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Harry Potter > Xander-Centered > Pairing: Luna LovegoodechoFR1312,7245164,35116 Aug 0316 Aug 03Yes
title: Leaving the Slippers On
author: echo
rating: 13
pairing: Xander/Luna
summary: A BtVS/HP crossover. Just a night in the life.
disclaim: I don't own any of these characters. The Buffy ones belong to Whedon, the Potter ones to Rowling. I just like manipulating them to suit my purposes.
spoilers: thru S7 BtVS and OotP for HP.
note: Just another little one shot ficlet that's been rattling around in my head.


"I'm home!" Xander called.

His cute little wife bounded from the back of the house, her golden hair swirling all around her. "You're early."

Xander grinned at her. She sounded pouty, but he knew she was secretly pleased. He was also grinning because her wand was tucked behind her ear. He didn't know what it was about that little habit of hers that amused him so. There was very little of Luna Harris that didn't amuse her husband in some form or fashion.

"I have a surprise for you."

"Is it a naked surprise? Cos those are my favorite."

Luna tried to glare at him. It never quite worked on her. "No. You need to shower and change."

"Ohhhh. Naked in the shower surprises. Score."

"You wish."

"No score?"

"Not right now. Hurry up... because we're having guests."

"Huh? Speak into my good eye." He turned his head a bit, so that the un-patched eye was more pointed at her.

"Shower please. We are having guests for dinner."

"Who?" He asked suspiciously.

"Well.... Willow, Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Katie, Neville, Cho..." She coughed and muttered something. "A few others."

"What? What was that last name? I must have missed it."


"Luna..." Xander whined. "Why him?"

"Because he's Ginny's boyfriend, and I can't very well invite Ginny and not Draco."

"Sure you could."

She made a face at him.

"Luna, I don't like him."

"I know."

"No, I mean, I really REALLY don't like him. He's a rude ass, and he calls me one-eyed muggleboy. I hate that."

"Think of it as penance for you calling Angel deadboy all those times."

"You know I don't think I like you and Willow spending so much time with one another. And I didn't point out Angel's handicaps when I was being all insult-y. I didn't call him can't-shag-anyone-or-I'll-go-all-psycho deadboy or overhanging forehead deadboy or too much hairgel deadboy. I just called him deadboy. It was factual if you think about it. He was dead, and he was a boy."

"I love your logic."


"Just go change... please."

"Grumble, grumble."

"I'll make it worth it for you." She said with a wiggle of her pale eyebrows.

"Now we're talking." He moved towards her.

Luna stepped back and pointed at their bedroom. "Not right now though. Your clothes are laid out on the bed."

Xander scowled and skulked off towards the bedroom mumbling to himself. Luna smiled. Her husband was one of a kind, and thank Merlin, he was hers.


"What's this?"

Luna turned around from the many cooking spells she was supervising in the kitchen of their little house in Godric's Hollow. Xander was holding the eye patch she'd left with his clothes on the bed.

"It's festive." She said cheerily.

"It's creepy."

"You don't like it?"

"Can you make it not blink?"

"Oh, I thought that was the best part."

The little black eye patch had a large brown eye painted on it that was magicked to blink every so often.


"It'll be on YOUR head. Just don't look at a mirror tonight, and you won't have to see it."

"You and your kooky sense of humor." Xander said, shaking his head. He turned away and switched out his plain black patch for the 'festive' one.

When he turned back around, Luna had clasped her hands together, was giggling, and hopping up and down. Ok, so the eye patch was worth it to see her so happy. She got excited about the little things. It was what had drawn him to her in the first place. She made the ordinary fascinating.


She had him sit at the head of the table.

It sort of made Xander uncomfortable, but she kept caressing his thigh. She was on his right and Willow was on his left. The table was full of people he saw off and on. Luna's friends. He liked most of them. He got along famously with Harry and Ron. Ron's wife Hermione reminded him of Willow. Those two got along WAY too well. If they weren't so happily married, Xander would have warned Ron to watch out. Willow might have swept Hermione off her feet. As it was, Willow was talking nonstop to a young woman Draco and Ginny had brought with them... Pansy Parkinson. The blonde had a Tara-ness to her, but with bite. She was an old school friend of Draco's and going through a terrible time.

Xander didn't care. As long as she didn't turn out to be an evil robot or a manipulating user like a certain potential slayer, he was fine with his best friend being all crushy. And Willow was being crushy. Pansy would whisper something to her, and the redhead would go beet-red. He couldn't wait to tell Buffy that it finally looked as if their Wills was finally getting over Kennedy. As much as he hated it, Xander was going to have to thank Draco for bringing Pansy.

He just wished Buffy could have been here too. She always had such a good time talking to Fred and George Weasley... who flirted with the slayer shamelessly with a little left over for Dawn. Which always made Giles clean his glasses, Robin find the ceiling fascinating, and Faith laugh riotously. But the new head of the watcher's council, his slayer, the key, and Mr. and Mrs. Robin Wood had gone to check out a girl whose parents wanted to send her to 'slayer school'.

That was what the Scoobies where up to now. Building a school. One to train slayers. Their biggest supporters had been the wizarding community, specifically Albus Dumbledore. Especially after they'd arrived in a very timely manner to help put the smackdown on an evil wizard that Buffy still called Voltron. She and Harry Potter taking old ugly out had been more dramatic and smarting of heroics than anything the Scooby Gang had ever faced. Even though Buffy had very nearly died... again. Thank goodness Willow's little resurrection spell from the last time Buffy had died in her Glory fight had altered the slayer enough to where the killing curse affected her differently than it did others.

Ron had joked for weeks after that that Buffy had been hit with the 'afro kedavra' instead - due to the electric nature of her hair after the curse had hit her. He quit joking her about it when she wrestled him to the floor and hog-tied him with his own scarf before tickling him so hard he actually DID wet himself. Ron was nothing but polite after that. Especially since Buffy had taken pictures and threatened to give them to Fred and George.

At the other end of the table Xander noticed Harry Potter seemed VERY nervous, and kept casting glances at Katie Bell. From what Xander understood Katie had been Harry's girlfriend since he was sixteen. Everyone was always joking with him about when he was finally going to ask Katie to marry him. The honey-haired quidditch player was laughing loudly at something Draco had said. Neville Longbottom had rolled his eyes about whatever it was. His wife Cho gave his hand a sympathetic pat on the table. Ginny was glaring at her boyfriend. Apparently whatever had been said was not nice. Big shock there. And Fred and George were snickering too which meant it was likely not only not nice but probably nasty and perverted as well.

Harry cleared his throat. Luna nodded at him.


All eyes turned to his end of the table. Harry got to his feet awkwardly. Draco rolled his eyes for which he got Ginny's elbow.

Harry raised his glass. "I just wanted to thank Luna and Xander for having all of us. I know not everyone's here tonight. I would have liked to have had Giles and Robin here, and especially Buffy and Dawn. Even Faith..."

There were some snickers. Harry and Faith didn't always get along. Xander could identify.

"I know Tonks had ministry work, and Remus is still in Egypt with Bill. Charlie's busy on the Romanian reserve, Moody doesn't get out much anymore, and I believe Snape told Luna he'd rather eat flobberworms and wash them down with a potion mixed by Neville...."

More laughter. Neville turned a bit red. Cho gave his hand another pat.

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley declined because none of the other 'adults' could really make it. But I'm glad to have you all here. I reckon there aren't too many other people I'd like to share this with."

"Oh, Potter, don't tell me you're finally going to propose to Bell." Draco muttered rather loudly earning him the elbow once again... this time from both Ginny and Pansy.

"As a matter of fact I am."

Katie looked at him sharply. Her brown eyes had gone very wide. She thumped her glass on the table loudly. Harry was fumbling in his pockets for something.

"Oh for Merlin's sakes..." He mumbled as he set his glass down.

Katie had covered her mouth with her hands.

"Oh bloody hell." Draco hissed as Harry continued digging through every pocket on his body. "It's like watching Longbottom dance. There's horror, but morbid fascination at the same time."

"Shh." Ginny hissed.

Finally Harry produced a little black velvet box. His brow was all sweaty as he opened it before Katie with a squeak and a snap. "Well?"

"Well?" Draco said. "You call that a proposal? Hell, Potter, even Harris has you beat, and he's a one-eyed muggleboy. Well." Draco snorted in disgust. "If you're going to ask a girl to marry you... ASK."

"Draco, shut your hole." Pansy snapped.

"Katie, would you, er, what I mean to say is, that it would be really great if you'd, I mean if we were, you and I to sort of, I don't know, just-"

"Yes." Katie said solemnly. Harry was just too cute to her when he got all flustered. Her eyes watered as he slid the pretty gold band with the lovely little red stone in it over her knuckle and onto her finger.

Xander wanted to laugh. That had been worse than all his stammering when he'd asked Luna to marry him. He'd been so nervous. He could totally empathize with Harry right now.

"Thank Merlin Bell speaks retard. We would have been here all night otherwise."

Draco howled in pain then. Ginny's hands were suspiciously not on the table.

"Congratulations, Harry, Katie." Neville said.

"To Harry and Katie" Cho said loudly, raising her glass.

"Harry and Katie." Everyone else chimed in.

"To Scarhead and the lovely young woman he obviously duped."

Ginny scowled. "No sex for you tonight."

Pansy cackled loudly at the stricken expression on Draco's face.

"Ginny!" Ron hissed. "I'm telling Mum."

"Go on. Tell. Who do you think keeps buying me all my naughty negligée in the hopes that I'll end up pregnant and Malfoy will have to do right by me?"

Pansy chortled at the stricken expression on Ron's face.

"Speaking of people being pregnant..." Luna said in her timid voice, but it got everyone's attention.

"Luna?" Ginny said.

Willow gasped. "Holy poop."

Xander blinked at his wife.

She smiled at him sheepishly. "Surprise."

Luna squealed when Xander pulled her out of her chair and into his lap. He completely ignored everyone else in the room as he kissed his wife gently and tucked some hair behind her ear as her caressed her cheek.

"Little Lunas running around this house." He whispered before kissing her again.

"Or little Xanders."

He grinned a little wider and rubbed his hand over her flat belly. It wouldn't be for much longer. A family. Him. Xander leaned in to kiss her yet again but was stopped by an irritated voice.

"Harris, could you make your eye patch stop winking? Makes me feel like you've seen me naked."

"Why would Xand be winking if he'd seen YOU sans apparel, Malfoy? Puking maybe. I know that's what I'd be doing. No offense, Ginny."

Everyone looked up. Buffy was standing in the entryway holding her spare key.

"Buffy!" Willow squealed as she jumped up. "Harry asked Katie to marry him, and Luna's gonna have a little Xander"

Buffy's face showed absolute shock before Willow's arms were around her.

"Oh my God."

"Well, guess you'll have to hold out for someone else, huh, Buff." Dawn joked as she walked in. "Like oh, I dunno, Seamus Finnigan."

Buffy scowled. "Oh yeah. Anyone who knew that Kiss Me I'm Irish was planning on 'courting' me..." She did sarcastic air quotes for courting. "Prepare to get a sound thrashing."

Ron started chuckling.

"Thanks for the warning, Ronnie."

"Oh anytime, Afro Kedavra."

Buffy scowled at him.

"I think it's cute." Dawn mumbled.

"It is SO not cute. It's stalker-y."

"Why?" Hermione asked. "What happened?"

Buffy scowled.

"Oh nothing much..." Dawn said with an evil grin. "He just followed us to Mexico is all."

Several people laughed.

Xander grinned. There had been a lot of this since they'd set up shop in England. Buffy was beating the guys off with sticks. Sometimes literally. Buffy and Dawn pulled up chairs. They both started picking off of Fred's and George's plates. He was happy to see them, but what Xander really wanted was for everyone to go away so he could be alone with his wife.


"Well, this has been an exciting night."

Xander would have said more but his wife was posed on the bed wearing something that was designed to so arouse someone that it would be ripped off her body.

"Care for a little more excitement?"

He made a few vowel sounds.

"I borrowed this from Ginny."

More undeterminable sounds that formed no actual words. That thing was Ginny's? And she wasn't at the point to where Draco was having to make right by her yet? What in the hell was wrong with Draco because if Ginny looked half as sweet in that getup as Luna did, Xander didn't see how Ginny ever left their bed.

"I told you I'd make it worth it for you, didn't I?"

Xander smiled.

"What are you thinking?"

"Pretty much thinking I'm really in love with you."

Luna smiled. "Good... because I'm carrying your child."

His grin widened.

"Now come to bed. Don't make me put on the outfit I borrowed from Willow to try and entice you."

Xander raised an eyebrow.

"I'm just not a leather person."

He walked to the bed and sat on it. "Haven't you figured it out yet? You entice me in your flannel robe and bunny slippers, Luna. The leather's not necessary, but if you feel the need to play dress up-"

She cut him off with a kiss. "Hold that thought."

Xander watched as she bounded out the bed, her backside barely covered by the little green nightie.

"I was thinking you might hold 'it' for me?"

Luna's giggle could be heard from the dark recesses of their closet. She paused in the doorway and struck a seductive pose. Xander couldn't figure out what was so different until he noticed her feet. She was wearing her bunny house shoes.

He snickered and beckoned her with a finger. Luna rushed at the bed and crawled over him. They were both laughing. Xander rolled her under him and started kissing her shoulder next to the thin strap of the borrowed nightie.

"What do you say we get a little kinky tonight?" Luna purred.

Xander leaned back and looked at her in surprise. Luna was usually too reserved. She didn't even really like being on top during their lovemaking.

"I could leave the slippers on."

She kept a straight face until he started laughing. It was always that way with them.

Xander had found someone who made him laugh, and Luna had found someone who laughed with her not at her. They didn't have to work at it.

All they had to do were things like leaving the slippers on.



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