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Luna Lovegood, Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying	By : FiendishObservationalComic Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Luna Views: 133700 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no profit from this story, if I did it would have taken place at a magic high school where everyone was fucking. Also if I did I would be JK Rowling and I'm pretty sure I'm not British... yet

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Initially Harry had decided not to practice the spells in the book, he didn’t want to feel like he was practicing them for Luna, but eventually his curiosity got the best of him. He found himself alone in his dorm room with his wand in his hand and his pants around his ankles. The book was open to the page in question, it was a spell designed to form a protective skintight bubble around the caster’s penis. The wand movements seemed simple enough and when he cast the spell he felt a slight tightness around his cock, and a little tingling. The book said that that was the proper sensation, and he gripped his cock slightly, he couldn’t really feel the difference but supposed that was a good thing. He heard footsteps and voices coming up the stairs. He scrambled to pull his pants back up and look not guilty. He felt that he had managed to look innocent enough by lying in his bed with a Quidditch magazine.

He managed to give the spell a few more practice runs that week, even though he felt as if Saturday had arrived much too quickly, but he wasn’t practicing the spells for any particular person he assured himself as he walked outside to meet Luna. It was already a little late, he had told Ron and Hermione to go without him, and that he had some stuff to take care of in order to keep his rendezvous as secret as possible.

When he first walked out to the agreed meeting space in front of the school he didn’t see her, what got his attention was a wolf whistle coming from a little to his left. A group of sixth year Slytherins looked to be harassing a blonde haired girl wearing an outfit that was making more than a few boys heads turn. Harry walked over to get a better look, and was surprised to see Luna standing there being surrounded by three Slytherins, who were most likely been calling her ‘Loony’ or some other nonsense.

“Come on love give us a little kiss,” The tallest one said, he had a mess of greasy black hair, and his friends were all laughing.

“Hey, leave her alone you fuckers.” Harry yelled, instinctively putting his arm around her shoulder as an act of solidarity, he hadn’t heard exactly what the Slytherin had said.

“Fuck, it’s Potter,” one of the shorter ones mumbled, he had a scowl on his face that looked to be a permanent part of his wardrobe. “The famous ones get all the hot chicks.”

“Just sod off!” He hadn’t wanted his lack of conviction to cause Luna any problems later, and the three took off towards Hogsmeade, although they did turn around a few times to steal a few glances at Luna.

“Sorry about that Luna… what did those guys wa… wow.” Harry had let go of Luna’s shoulder and turned to face her and was unable to complete his initial thought.

Up until that moment, he hadn’t really looked at Luna but the whole situation with the Slytherins sort of made sense now. They had been hitting on her, and Harry could see why. She didn’t look like a completely different person, just a polished version of the original. He couldn’t help but stare a little himself, mainly at her body, although he tried hard to look at her face as he stood there slack jawed. The top was revealing just enough cleavage to make Harry want to rip it off her. He did wish he had worn something a bit more tasteful than a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt but it was too late for that. Although he was feeling completely ashamed that he hadn’t run a comb through his own hair, when for the first time since he had met her it looked like she had.

“It was nothing Harry, you know how Slytherins are, chasing after anything in a skirt” she had replied with a shrug.

“Luna you look… wow” he said again breathing out the last word heavily.

Luna for her part was lavishing in the attention he was giving her, she felt much more composed now that Harry was here and he obviously liked what she was wearing. That is, unless she was being misled by the frequent glances he made down at her cleavage. She couldn’t help but give him a small smile. She had not really been concerned by how he dressed as much as that he was there.

“Thank you Harry, shall we go?” she asked, still smiling and unable to remove the excitement and happiness from her voice.

“Uh yea sure,” He responded still dumbstruck.

Harry’s initial awe at Luna’s transformation waned as they walked towards the village. They walked in relative silence, except when Harry made asinine comments about the weather or asked how her classes were going. He would immediately kick himself after every attempt he made at starting a conversation for being unable to bring up the actual topic he really wanted to talk about. Eventually he just decided to walk in silence, getting progressively more nervous that someone who he knew might see them and get the wrong idea. What was the right idea though, was the question that was running through Harry’s mind.

Luna, to her credit, was hiding her nervousness much better than Harry. She found his awkward attempts at polite conversation cute. She did notice he seemed a little anxious though, and wondered if it was Wrackspurts or was he just nervous to be on a date. She could relate, but she did wish that he would calm down slightly, she preferred when he wasn’t trying so hard, and just acted like himself. She reasoned she would just have to wait until he felt a bit more comfortable around her, especially since she was the one who surprised him with the kiss.

They entered the village and Harry tried desperately to blend into the crowd, but he was, after all, Harry Potter and if that wasn’t enough, he was walking next to a beautiful young lady. At the moment though, she didn’t look much like the Luna everyone knew and made fun of but anyone who looked twice would recognize her, and plenty of people were looking twice. Suddenly he heard two familiar voices.

“Hey Mione lets check out Honeydukes. I heard they started stocking some of Fred and George’s candies,” Ron said, and Harry could see his mop of red hair a little bit in the distance.

“Fine Ron, but you’re not getting any of those Skiving Snack Boxes so you can miss class again” Hermione responded.

They hadn’t seen Harry and Luna yet and Harry wanted to keep it that way. He grabbed Luna by her hand and pulled her into closest shop. Hermione and Ron walked past and Harry sighed with relief, turning around he found that he didn’t recognize the shop they were in. Musical instruments adorned the wall, some Harry could place, but others only bore a slight resemblance to the ones Harry had seen before. Guitars with twice the normal amount of strings, trombones that looked like they would need at least 4 hands to operate properly and one thing that only vaguely resembled more than a bunch of brass tubes and valves all adorned the walls. Luna had initially been right behind him but now she was staring into a glass case at the back of the store. Harry walked up behind her, she didn’t seem surprised at his sudden presence next to her, or that he had pulled her into a random store. Harry realized that he liked that about Luna, she took things in stride. Inside the case was, what looked like, a normal flute.

“Ahhh you have nice taste young lady.” A male voice said from above them.

Harry looked up suddenly, startled by the sudden appearance of the man; Luna raised her head, slowly taking her eyes off of the gleaming, silver instrument. He was a red faced, short, slightly stocky man, whose oily black hair was combed over obvious bald spot, and he was sporting a mustache Harry though only existed on silent movie villains.

“It’s so beautiful, would you mind if I…?” her voice trailed off and she looked at him with hopeful eyes.

“Play it my dear? Of course, instruments are to be played, not looked at.” The man said, opening the case with a tap of his wand, which Harry noticed he held like a maestro would hold a baton.

“I didn’t know you played Luna” Harry said, noticing that the flute had a rainbow sheen to it, as it shined in the light.

“When I was younger my mother used to play for me, she taught me a little but I haven’t really played since well… you know.” She said as she accepted the instrument as if it were a holy idol.

Harry placed his hand on her shoulder trying to comfort her, he could hear the slight hitch in her voice when she mentioned her mother, and he had the overwhelming desire to make her to feel better. He couldn’t help notice the smoothness of her milky skin, how it slightly resembled marble, as if she were chiseled, carved, as opposed to born. The only thing destroying the illusion was the small freckle on the nape of her neck. Harry shook the thoughts out of his head and looked back up at shopkeeper, who smiled back him; it was a knowing smile, almost as if he could tell what Harry was thinking. Their gaze was broken when the heard the sound of Luna playing. He wasn’t sure if she was amazing or if he was just tone deaf, but the shopkeeper seemed as impressed as Harry was. It wasn’t until the fifth or sixth note that he realized the flute was magical. Notes seemed to flow out of the end of the flute, and not in the normal way, actual notes seemed to come out of the flute. Glowing lines and bars and notes all flowed out. Her eyes were closed as she played; and green, blue, and purple notes all filled the air on invisible sheet music. The melody itself was haunting, but somehow hopeful at the same time, Harry decided it was a very Luna piece of music.

The piece reached its climax and the notes dissipated from the air after a few moments of silence. Harry was more than a bit stunned, but the clapping from the strange man brought him back to his senses in time for him to start clapping too. The impromptu round of applause brought a slight blush to Luna’s cheeks and she gave a small, nervous bow to the two of them.

“That was beautiful. Luna, I didn’t know you could play the flute like that.” Harry said in awe once they had finish clapping.

“It wasn’t really anything special, my mother was amazing.” She said with a twinkle of pride in her eye.

“And she’s modest. This one is a keeper young man.” The man said, accepting the instrument back from Luna.

“It’s not… I mean… we’re not… I mean” Harry fumbled to find the right words, and looked over at Luna for some sort of help in clarifying the situation to this man.

Luna just looked at him, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. When he was sure that she wasn’t going to be any help he just looked back over to man and nodded with a little apprehension.

“Well um thanks for letting us look around Mr… um” Harry just realized he hadn’t found out the man’s name.

“Just call me Maestro,” the man said, “Now you too have a good day, and be safe.”

They left the shop together, and Harry found that he was much calmer now. The music had had a soothing effect on him, and that coupled with the looks his fellow students were giving him and Luna filled him with a sense of pride. The guys were looking at her with obvious desire, and at him with a sense of envy that he found oddly empowering. He was able to make better conversation this time and he wasn’t constantly looking around anxiously anymore.

“So how about we grab something to drink, I could use a butterbeer myself.”

Luna just nodded up at him appreciatively and followed him to the Three Broomsticks Inn. Harry couldn’t help but scan the tables that he saw to look for his friends, not out of embarrassment, he just found he didn’t want to, nor would be able to, explain what he was doing just yet, mostly because he wasn’t quite sure himself. He picked a table for them in the back that was difficult to see from almost any other table in the pub, and went to grab them both a drink. He came back with two mugs and set one down in front of her as he sat.

“Oh Luna I asked for the caps, I know you collect them.” He said, placing the two bottle caps down on the table in front of her.

“Thank you Harry, I’ve been working on a new necklace actually.” She said, idly playing with them as she sipped from her mug.

“So your mother taught you to play the flute” Harry said trying to approach the subject gingerly, “She must have been something if she was better than you.”

“Yes she was, she would always play it for me and daddy, and when I turned five she started to teach me.” She said, her face didn’t look sad but Harry could tell the subject was not one she was entirely comfortable with. “I haven’t really played much over the years.”

He couldn’t help but relate to Luna’s predicament. She had lost a parent too, but she had gotten to know her mum for a good portion of her life only to have her ripped away in some accident. Harry could only imagine how that would feel. Luna was an outcast because of her differences, like Harry, only hers were on the inside as opposed to having a lightning shaped scar on her forehead. He tried to avoid the subject of her mother for the time being, he didn’t want to pry into her life, and he figured it was time to get some stuff out into the open.

“So Luna about that thing in the library,” He began, moving closer to her and whispering. “ You know… the kiss.”

“Harry, I really am sorry about that… I didn’t mean to… It sort of just happened” she looked away sheepishly, but added while still looking away “Do you really think I am a good kisser Harry?”

“I didn’t mean you Luna” Harry blurted out and watched her face sink a little, “I mean I wasn’t talking about you you Luna, I meant the you in my dream was a good kisser, not that you aren’t a good kisser… I just…”

His face was red now, and he decided to shut up before he died of embarrassment. At least he had managed to cheer her up while making an ass of himself, her ears had perked up when she heard the word dream. She turned to face him in the back of the pub, and he found that he was unable to meet her gaze. There was something about the gleam in her dreamy eyes that he found unsettling, he knew he wouldn’t be able to lie to that stare if she asked the question and almost as if on cue she did.

“What dream Harry?” Her dreamy voice said in close to a whisper, and despite his best efforts he was no longer able to avoid her gaze.

“Um, It was nothing, can we just drop it?” he asked, trying to focus on something else, a futile effort as his thoughts kept coming back to Luna, and his dream.

“Tell me Harry,” her voice was insistent, but also had a hint of pleading that Harry couldn’t help but notice and give into to.

“After you kissed me… I kind of had a dream that night, we were uh doing things…” he saw the look in her eye, and shook his hands and head “No, no not those types of things, just kissing… and a little more.”

“A little more?” she asked, her eyes never leaving Harry’s and he was finding the lack of her blinking to be more than a little hypnotic. “What does that mean Harry, what’s a little more?”

“I really can’t say,” he said, his face was as red as a beet.

Luna could feel her heart beating in her chest, she didn’t know what to do, her considerations for Ginny’s feelings were still in the back of mind, but here Harry was, so close. If she let this opportunity pass her by, she might never get another one. She chewed her lower lip for a moment and then made her decision.

“Then can you show me?” she asked, not a hint of apprehension in her voice.

“I don’t think that would be…” he started, but didn’t finish.

The reason Harry couldn’t finish was because he couldn’t think of a good reason why not. He liked Luna, he wasn’t exactly sure how much, but he found that he had had a good time so far today with her. Lately, he couldn’t help noticing that the people in his year were all pairing off, finding love with each other or just a little physical connection for a while. He wouldn’t consider it if it was someone else, but he did feel a connection to Luna, even if he wasn’t sure how strong it was. Maybe it was because of their similarities or that in the short time that he had known her she had always been there for him, of course there was also the fact that she looked bloody gorgeous today. He rationalized that they hadn’t really gone that far in the dream, so it shouldn’t go too far in real life.

“Yeah… I mean yes, yes I can show you…” he said, trying to keep his voice even.

“Good, so shall we go then…?” she said, standing up.

“Go? Go where?” Harry asked, looking around the pub.

“Well you can’t very well show me here,” She asked, tilting her head to the side. “They might kick us out.”

Luna smiled at her own joke, and grabbed Harry by his hand pulling him up from his seat and out of the pub. She couldn’t believe how bold she was being with him. She wasn’t sure how much she would have to push him before he would take over, but if she could just crack his shell she knew it would be worth it. Harry was a take charge kind of guy, a natural leader, and Luna was pretty sure that was the Harry she wanted in her bedroom, to take her and make her his. She rushed him back to the castle, pulling him along as she ran. Initially they tried to get into the Room of Requirement, but found that it wouldn’t let them in. Opting for one of the empty third floor classrooms, she pulled him in closing the door behind them.

“So Harry, I believe you were going to show me how this dream of yours went…” She took a seat at the edge of the teacher’s desk, the hem of her skirt riding up slightly, revealing more pale skin.

“I don’t… I mean…” He swallowed and realized he had to get over this anxiety he was feeling. Luna was giving herself to him on a silver platter and he was hesitating, if this were a duel he would be dead already.

He swallowed hard and made his way over to her, rather stiffly, but he eventually made it all the way to her. He looked her in her eyes, and placed his hand on her bare thigh, slightly expecting her to tell him to stop, but she just looked back at him. He moved his hand a little higher; her skin was smooth under his hand as he stroked her thigh. He gave her inner thigh a gentle squeeze which elicited a small sigh, and her eyes closed.

“Is this where you touched me in your dream?” she asked, her breath hitching a little.

Harry just nodded in response; his mouth was so dry it felt like he hadn’t had a drink in a month, as opposed to just a few minutes ago. His hand hit the hem of her skirt, and he started to push it up.

His pace was maddeningly slow, but Luna didn’t want to rush him even if she felt like her panties would be completely drenched by the time he reached them. She licked her lips in anticipation, her hands were on either side of her on the desk, and she spread her legs to give him easy access. A thought briefly flicked through her mind; Ginny had warned her not to let guys get this far on the first date, and Luna wasn’t even sure if this had counted as an official date.

“Wow you really were having a naughty dream Harry.” Luna moaned out, he was only inch or two away from her panties now, and she was sure he could feel the heat from her core.

“Yeah, sorry about that…” he said, a bit distracted by the task at hand.

He took the plunge, figuratively, and cupped her sex with his hand, through her panties. He was shocked by how wet the fabric had become, but not enough to move his hand. She gasped at his touch then moaned out his name, the moan sent shivers down his spine and straight to his cock. He hadn’t even thought about his cock up until this point, but now that it was on his mind he could feel it aching for attention. He found that it wasn’t as important as he would have imagined, it is true that it was the hardest that he could remember having ever been, but it was still at the back of his mind. He mused to himself that he skipped a few parts of the dream, but there was no going back. The most important thing on his mind was what was currently beyond the flimsy barrier pressing against his palm. That small freckle on the nape of her neck came into his sight again, that one blemish on her otherwise perfect skin.

Luna was going crazy, her hips were quivering and her arms felt weak. ‘Why won’t he hurry up?’ Was the one thought that kept running through her head. She looked down and saw the large bulge in the crotch of Harry’s pants and gasped, it was positioned right between her legs. The sight made her groan and nibble at her lower lip, ‘is that what he’s going to put inside me?’ the thought sent a fresh pang of electricity through her core. This worsened when Harry brought his lips to the nape of her neck, and she tilted her head to allow him to kiss her there. It started with small kisses on one particular spot, but then Harry gave her a small bite that caused her to moan out her pleasure.

“In....” she whimpered, barely audible.

“What?” Luna’s voice broke him out of the trance he was in, and he took his mouth off of her neck to look at her face.

“Please Harry, Please” she scooted forward causing her dress to rise up to her waist, revealing a pair of plain, pale green panties. “Harry, I need…”

She really didn’t want to seem easy, Ginny had told her that wasn’t a good thing, but that bite had sent her over the edge. She would have to be easy for Harry, an easy conquest and if he wanted her he could have her. She had to make him understand that she wouldn’t fight, that she was surrendering herself to him, and hoped that it wouldn’t make him hate her, or think she was a pervert, that it was because it was him and only he would be allowed to do this to her. She didn’t have to wait long because Harry slid his hand into her panties, she was a bit embarrassed that she hadn’t been properly shaved down there, she hadn’t expected things to go this far, but when his finger brushed against her clit, she melted against him. She eventually got what she had asked for and his fingers found her opening.

Harry had felt the small nub that caused Luna to hump forward and grind against his hand, and noted it for later. He found that his hand wasn’t shaking anymore, that he had received a surge of confidence, and he pushed in when he felt her wet opening. The sound she made when his fingers entered her caused his cock to jump and strain painfully against the fabric of his pants. He couldn’t believe how soft and warm she was. It felt like his fingers might melt inside of her, and he couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to replace his fingers with another part of his anatomy. Her mouth was close to his ear and she breathed hard as two of his fingers probed her, gasping and whimpering as he pushed them deeper then pulled them out slowly, twisting them then pushing them back in. Harry tried to get a better view of his fingers exploring her but couldn’t, settling for the sound of her ragged, dreamy voice moaning his name over and over into his ear. She was rolling her hips to meet the inward thrusts of his fingers, and he felt her kissing and nibbling on his earlobe tugging it with her teeth to urge him on. He felt shaky fingers playing with the zipper of his jeans, hesitate, and then begin to unzip them.

Luna reached her hand inside the hole made by his open zipper and began to tug his penis out. It felt so hard in her hand, he couldn’t possibly be comfortable with it confined in his pants, she reasoned. She pulled her body back from Harry’s leaving them only connected by his fingers and managed to pull his cock through the opening in his underwear and gasped at what she saw.

“Harry it’s so big, are you going to stick this inside me?” she asked, in between moans, her voice even dreamier then usual. “I don’t think it will fit.”

Harry only grunted in response, his mind was too preoccupied with the feeling of her wet pussy to express himself. Plus the feeling of her hand slowly stroking his aching cock was sending shivers up and down his spine. Harry had never considered himself to be gifted in that particular department, a little bigger than average, but not what you would call a monster, but he was happy Luna seemed impressed. She was tugging him closer by his cock, and he could feel the head touching her soft inner thigh, and the combined sensations of her stroking hand and her wet pussy squeezing around his fingers were threatening his sanity.

“Lift up your butt Luna,” Harry said, his voice was raspy with need, and she complied almost immediately.

When she felt his fingers leave her she moaned her disapproval, but once she realized what he was going to do she felt little butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. She chewed her lip and watched as Harry pulled down her panties, her large eyes staring down as he first exposed a patch of downy blonde, almost white, hair then her wet pussy. Luna felt her face flush when she saw her wetness on Harry’s fingers. She pulled his cock closer to her pussy slowly, she had never had anything larger than a finger or two inside of her, and Harry was much larger than a finger. A small moan escaped her lips as the tip of his cock pressed against her pussy.

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion for Harry, what must have only been a few seconds felt like it was taking hours. If someone had told him he would lose his virginity to Luna Lovegood last week he would have laughed in their face, but here he was.

“Shit, wait Luna” Harry had almost forgotten, but the large red letters of Lupin’s note popped into his head. Luna looked up at him, the need apparent in her wide grey eyes, tinged with sadness at Harry wanting to stop when they were so close. “Um, no I mean… um we should use protection. You know a contraceptive charm, or something.”

He could see the look of understanding in her eyes, then happiness, as she had obviously thought they were going to stop halfway. Harry grabbed his wand from his back pocket and opened his mouth to cast the spell.

“Meow.”

“Meow?” Harry repeated out loud and then looked around for the source of the noise.

Mrs. Norris’ tail could be seen disappearing through a crack in the door. Dread dawned down on Harry and Luna at the same time as they realized what it would mean to get caught in this situation by Filch.

“We have to go now,” Harry pulled her off the desk and onto her feet, shoving his wand into his pocket, and putting his cock away, as they ran out of the classroom.

They could already hear the sound of Filch’s heavy, mismatched, footsteps coming around the corner going to investigate what the Mrs. Norris had seen. They stopped when they had made it to the main hall, and watched as many of the students were entering, coming back from Hogsmeade. They were at the top of the steps, and Harry noticed a wet sensation on his fingers. He brought them to his nose, and inhaled deeply, smelling Luna’s scent, his head growing fuzzy as the pheromones entered his system. He stuck his tongue out and tasted them, sighing slightly at the flavor. He found it overall pleasing and licked the rest of the fluid off of his digits.

“Mmm you taste good…” He said absentmindedly, and smiled at her.

“Hm?” Luna tilted her head in confusion, and then smiled back when she understood. “No fair Harry, I didn’t get to taste you.”

She gave him a fake pout and he was surprised to find that he found it adorable. His arm snaked its way around her waist, as they watched the people come in, it was subtle and no one really noticed but her and him. Luna felt her heart still beating from the escape they had made together, and she felt its rate double at the small public display of affection. She saw Ron and Hermione enter the main hall carrying bags from their outing, the other people who had walked in had pretty much ignored them, but she was sure that Harry would pull his hand away when he saw them. But they saw them, looked a bit confused, then waved, and Harry waved back with the hand that wasn’t around her waist. She felt the butterflies again, but this time for a different reason.

“Hey Harry and… uh Luna? Why weren’t you at Hogsmeade?” Ron asked looking at them, and took an extra long look at Luna; they hadn’t noticed where Harry’s hand was because of the angle that they were viewing them at. “What were you two doing, studying or something?”

Harry rubbed the back of his head, removing his hand from around Luna’s waist. She was upset with the lost of contact, but figured it was just a nervous tic.

“Well we…” Harry started to speak, not sure what he was going to say.

“Harry was helping me with my Patronus Charm, I was having a hard time coming up with happy thoughts and Harry helped me come up with a few.” She said, smiling wide. “Isn’t that right Harry?”

“Yea, happy thoughts, and all that.” He nodded in agreement, thankful for her quick thinking.

“And that took all day? Geez Harry I would have thought you could have done it pretty quickly…” Ron kept talking until Hermione shut him up with a gentle elbow to the stomach.

“Maybe she needed a little extra help. It is a very advanced spell.” Hermione responded, taking Harry at his word.

“Alright, alright Hermione. Well are you finished now Harry? I want to show you what I got from Honeydukes. You won’t believe what Fred and George cooked up this time.” Ron said, holding up his bag of goodies for emphasis.

“Um yeah, I suppose,” He said, looking at Luna who returned the frown on his face, he knew Ron wouldn’t let up and the mood had sort of been destroyed. “Just give me a moment to finish up here and I’ll meet you in the common room.”

“Alright but don’t be too long, nice seeing you Luna.” Ron said, and walked off towards the common room.

“Always a pleasure Luna.” Hermione added then went to join Ron.

Luna waited until she was sure that the two would not look back and tiptoed up to kiss Harry on the cheek, she smiled when she saw that he still blushed even after everything they had done today.

“You can keep them as a souvenir Harry,” She whispered in his ear before pulling away.

He wasn’t sure what she had meant but it was at that moment he realized they never talked about the whole kiss thing that started this chain of events. Shrugging he supposed now it was a bit self evident, that Luna had feelings for him and he was surprised to find himself developing a few for her, besides the normal confusion. He gave her a small kiss on her cheek, and not knowing what else to say he ran ahead to join his friends.

“Oh Harry!” Luna called out from down the hall, “Don’t forget you promised to help me study for my Defense against the Dark Arts O.W.L. tomorrow night in the library. Midnight. Don’t be late.”
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