A/N: I got this idea partially fromhpaddictedg's fic, The Greatest Deception (click link to read story) and it's partially my own idea, also. I've had the idea to catalogue the relationship of Harry and Luna, but wasn't exactly what I was doing. hpaddictedg is a fantastic writer, read her stuff! This is a drabble series chronicling Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood's relationship through one year.
January
Luna walked slowly and dreamily around the grounds, her thoughts guarded from even herself. It was interesting being her, ah oui, so very interesting.
She watches. She watches like the moon watches, silently, dreamily, serenely.
She watches Harry a lot, and she's not sure what she feels for him. Pity? Maybe. Lust? Very possible. Hate? If it's hate, it's a strange hate. Love? No. No fucking way.
Lovegoods are like Malfoys in some ways.
Lovegoods don't love, they don't cry, they don't show any weakness.
Weakness is for fools.
Luna sighs as she walks, because being like the moon, she is admired but taken for granted.
It's to bad that people don't see the girl behind the mask, and the few that have, well…It's like she said to Harry yesterday.
"Men occasionally stumble upon the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry on their way like nothing happened."
She had made him laugh, and that laugh made her heart pound.
Harry is what you would call different.
He likes playing the hero, and he hates it to. He likes being in the spotlight, and he hates it to. He both likes and hates everything.
Ironic that the Boy To Save The World should hate the world so much.