It was a sunny spring day, that Harry Potter found himself wandering around Hogwarts, by himself.
There was no reason why he was walking away… just that he felt the need to do so.
He had enough of all the ridicule and stares he was getting from his fellow students. Of people he had known for years staring at him like, like he wasn't Harry but some… dark creature…
It just wasn't fair.
Why should he have to deal with all this? He was only fifteen! He knew nothing about what was going on, yet… was expected to do something.
The sky was a shimmery blue, the grass swayed in the gentle breeze and the sun was warm and constant.
Hands shoved in his pockets he ignored the murmuring of the students and walked onwards into the waving green grass. As he walked the grass grew taller as the distance from Hogwarts increased.
Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he reached out and let the grass flow through his fingers. It was reassuring, feeling the strands glide over his fingers. Just letting them pass through as he walks slowly through the grass.
He stares down, at the grass between his fingers.
Every single strand is alive and is its own creature. Multiples of similar green grass moved at a gust of wind blew. They tickled his hand, and Harry repressed a shudder.
He sees the lake sparkle in the distance, the water making cool sounds against the shore. Wriggling his toes Harry decided that the water would be good for them.
Jogging lightly through the tall grass it comes to a complete surprise when his feet hit something solid and begins to fall. The contact jerked him forward and he lost his balance, with he arms flapping wildly Harry yelped quietly and fell face first into the grass.
Well, that was embarrassing. Harry thought grimly, but at least no one saw me do th–
"Hello Harry," came a voice from the side.
He lifted himself from the elbows and stared where the voice had appeared to come. Messy blonde hair held back with large blinking butterflies, hair clips he assumed; that made you feel uncomfortable. As if there was something above you, watching. Lower her eyes were unblinking and they gazed at him with mixture of amusement and curiosity. Her smile was off putting.
He gapes at her for a moment before realizing it was rude, through she seemed not to care, "Hi Luna."
"Hi Harry."
He blinks, and stares at her with puzzlement.
She isn't looking at him, or not at his face at least but his legs, which lay sprawled over hers.
Blushing, he mumbles something incomprehensible and slides away from her.
In her lap, in a ring of daisies, crushed and wilted slightly.
She gazes at it thoughtfully, before picking it up absentmindedly and placing it on her head.
It is crooked and hangs at an angle. But it makes him smile at her, and to his surprise she smiles back.
Reaching behind she picks a lone daisy. Unlike the others it has no bruises and stands up cheerily.
She continues to toy with it, and he just watches her.
Leaning forward she grips his robes tightly, jerking his body closer to hers, unbuttoning one of his buttons, much to his utter surprise. She bends down, and his eyes bulge at he watches her head bob.
She plays around with his shirt for a while before pulling back and smiling dreamily at him.
He looks down at sees a daisy looped into his button hole. Blushing slightly, he stuttered out a quick, "Thank you." Before practically jumping up and running away as he can.
"Well, that was a surprise," Harry muttered quietly when he had reached the castle's entrance. He leaned against the wall and looked down at the happy flower, and smiled slowly.
Off in the distance, a black clad student dipped her toes in the cool lake water, a smile on her face with daisies in her hair…