What if Luna responded differently to Harry during their conversation before the leaving feast? AU set near the end of OoTP. Harry/Luna
Summary: What if Luna responded differently to Harry during their conversation before the leaving feast? AU set near the end of OoTP. Harry/Luna
Author's Notes: This story started off as part of a drabble contest designed to run over several days on potterficforum. My story didn't win, but Idecided to continue it anyway. I think the fandom needs more Harry/Luna stories. Check my bio/profile for any other author's notes.
Disclaimer: Is there anyone on the planet (or at least, anyone reading this story) that doesn't know Harry Potter and associated characters were created by JK Rowling? Well anything you recognise in this story belongs to her, and anything you don't... probably belongs to her as well. I'm just playing in her world and have no intentions of making any profit from this story or messing with her copyrights (and neither should you!)
Chapter 1: Thoughts of Pudding.
It was the end of term in her fourth year, and Luna's thoughts were on pudding as she wandered around the castle putting up notices on the various boards outside classrooms. She really didn't mind the hide-and-seek games her roommates played with her, but it did make packing a chore.
She saw Harry walking along the corridor as she stepped back from fixing her last notice and greeted him. She took a look at him and sighed a little to herself. He looked so sad and lost, and she wondered where his friends were. Why had they left him alone like this after all that had happened to him recently?
"How come you're not at the feast?" he asked.
She was about to tell him about her lost possessions, but thought that would probably make him feel either sorry for her or angry, and changed her mind. She decided that he had quite enough to worry about. "Oh, I was just about to go now. I was following a tri-winged scruffy nerfherder and got a little distracted. Would you like to walk down with me?"
"Hmmm? Oh, ok then." Harry replied distractedly. He was curious to see what Luna had been doing at the noticeboard and started looking over the various notes to see what it was that had attracted her attention.
"Come on Harry" she said, while moving to block his view of the noticeboard. "We should hurry before they run out of pudding."
Harry had seen what looked to be a list of books and other items and wondered what it represented. He stepped around her so he could read the rest of it. '...Please return to Luna Lovegood, Ravenclaw tower' the note finished.
He turned to her and started to ask "Luna, why are your..." before she grabbed his hand and started to drag him off in the direction of the great hall.
"It doesn't matter Harry. Pudding, remember? What kind are you hoping for?"
Harry decided to bide his questions for the moment. "Well, I usually go for the treacle tart for dessert. What about you?"
Luna gave him a radiant smile and squeezed his hand in thanks for dropping the topic. "Oh, I don't mind what I have as long as it's sweet and yummy. I don't think that I've tried the treacle tart before. Do you always choose that for dessert?" She asked, staring straight at him.
Harry gave in and just started talking about desserts with Luna. Her hand and conversation were both very comforting given recent events, and he liked how they made him feel. As they walked on towards the great hall and the leaving feast, a part of Harry's mind was still wondering why Luna's things had gone missing.