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(This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction. Please let me know what you think and REVIEW!)
Friends Like Marbles
The library was always meant to be a place where students studied quietly and spoke to each other in hushed tones. Paired with concentration and focus, students usually ended up hating the library. The soft giggles of the young teenagers would make one question whether or not they were really in a library, neither of them seemed to notice or care. The pale young girl with scraggly long blonde hair was holding her stomach trying not to fall over in laughter. The boy-who-lived, wasn't in any better shape. He was trying to hold up a finger to tell her to quiet down.
The two would somehow end up spending time together on the odd occasion, away from his friends and she unfortunately had none as she claimed. Ron and Hermione were great to be around, never judged him and were always by his side. Luna though, being around her made him see and understand things and about himself as well that he would have never thought to do so on his own. Other students were always calling her 'Loony' and making fun of her, all because she was different. Yet, that was what Harry truly admired about her. She was so different and willing to embrace it. In a school and society where people were always trying to fit in, Luna Lovegood never cared to be like others. The only person she was true to was herself.
Sharp solid clacks against the smooth floor couldn't even bring the two out of their own little bubble. "Well, if it isn't Potter and Loony. Don't tell me you've lost your marbles too" sneered Draco Malfoy. His clothes all prim and proper, with Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him, the platinum blonde was staring down at the two sitting on the floor in disgust. Upon noticing his presence, Harry tensed up. Luna on the other hand looked up slowly, her lashes fluttering slowly as she blinked a few times. Her face scrunched into a quizzical expression as she thought over what Draco said for a minute.
"Harry, why didn't you tell me you lost your marbles. I would have helped you look for them. I seem to lose or misplace my belongings all the time. I don't always find them but I can always help you find your things. Marbles, yes they're quite tricky. But they make such good friends, always trying to find another one, never wanting to be alone. We should all be like marbles" she beamed up at Draco. The Slytherins just stared at her like she grew another head. Harry couldn't help but burst out laughing at what she said, but it was really the reaction she got that was so amusing. He could always expect Luna to come up with the most unique perspectives.
"If I stay around you any longer they'll have me admitted!" Shaking his head at her in disdain, Draco huffed in annoyance and strode off muttering about lunatics and how they shouldn't be allowed in the school. "Poor Draco, he's infested with Wrackspurts and doesn't even know it" Luna shook her head feeling nothing but sympathy for him. Harry looked over at her, "how do you do it Luna...don't you ever get angry at people for treating you that way?" It was a question he had wondered about so many times before, how on earth did she put up with it all.
"Oh Harry," she sighed dreamily, her signature surreal smile on her lips. "It's clear that he's got too many Wrackspurts making his mind all fuzzy, it would be mean to blame him" she explained in her calm voice as if telling him a bed time story. "My mother always said that other people do or say hurtful things because they just want someone to talk to" she shrugged. He had never heard her say something that serious, yet coming from her it sounded like a nursery rhyme. "Now, you lost that bet so I'm still waiting for my pudding" the Ravenclaw pointed out.
It could have been the way her hair was askew framing her face in just the right way, or maybe it was how her eyes would look blue yet grey at the same time. Harry would blame the lighting. No, it wasn't any of that. It was the supposed Wrackspurts she was always talking about. He didn't exactly believe her, but he didn't have a reason not to either. Hearing her talk about it so passionately, he was sure they existed somewhere. "Instead of pudding how about we go to Hogsmeade this weekend and I'll get you a butterbeer and some sweets" he offered immediately regretting it. She was going to say no or worse laugh at him, but before he could say anything else "of course Harry, I'd love that" smiled the Ravenclaw forcing one on his lips too.
