The Insufferable Romance

By Absolutely Fabulous

Author's note: So this is the third time that I have rewritten the story and it's been a while since I have updated the sequel so I'm rewriting that too. This was the first story I wrote so I wasn't happy with the way I made everything. So here it is, the new story, it's the same plot obviously and it's not a lot different but it has a few things changed so if you want to read it again or for the first time, then go ahead, I would love for you to read this story. You can critique it if you want but I won't pay any attention because this is for fun and is not my day job so….read it, the new and improved sequel will hopefully be up next weekend, if I have time to work on it.

P.s. all rights belong to J.K. Rowling, not to me….

Chapter 01: Harry and Luna's encounter.

Harry sat up suddenly, sweat pouring down his face as he inhaled deeply. He ran his hands over his face trying to get the dream out of his mind. He threw his covers off of him quickly and ran to the boy's bathroom to throw up, suddenly feeling the urge to get rid of that night's dinner.

"I hate these dreams," Harry groaned to himself.

He had thrown up twice and was now looking at himself in a mirror trying to calm his nerves, "I was so stupid," he said to himself and splashed water on his face.

"I don't believe that you were but I guess one gets to have his or her own opinion," A dreamy voice replied suddenly and Harry jumped.

"Luna!" Harry yelled, spinning around fast when he saw her face behind him in the mirror, "What are you doing here…in the boy's bathroom?"

"Oh, I find that at 4 in the morning Filch is easy to evade in the boy's bathroom. He doesn't like to come in this one particularly," Luna shrugged.

"And you enjoy sitting in the boy's bathroom at 4?" Harry asked bewildered.

"Of course not Harry, I watch the moon, it's an intoxicating feature of the night," Luna smiled.

"Why would you like to watch the moon?" Harry wondered.

"I don't know Harry, why do you like to stare at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself questions?" Luna asked and waited for Harry to answer.

"I don't have to explain myself to you," Harry said prideful and walked away.

"I never said you had to," Luna smiled and Harry stopped by the door.

"You shouldn't be here Luna," Harry scolded after a moment.

"That has never stopped you from doing things Harry, don't you believe that is a little hypocritical?" Luna asked, moving her head to the side, making Harry feel like an idiot.

"Luna, this is the boy's bathroom, it's also past curfew and…. don't make me report you," Harry threatened, just wanting to be alone.

"Well since you are being such a pricklepriss about it, I will go," Luna said and walked past Harry.

"Man Luna, you are good," Harry said through clenched teeth.

"I don't know what you mean Harry," Luna answered turning back towards him.

"You just can't be normal, even when people try to be polite you just open your mouth and everything people say about you comes true," Harry replied.

"I'm not understanding your explanation Harry," Luna answered, getting Harry more agitated by keeping her dreamy exterior.

"Don't you get it? Your weird! Loony, crazy, whatever word you want to use to explain how wacky you are. Everyone sees it; I don't see why you can't. You talk to people about those Crumpled-Horned Snorkacks, or your nargles, when they don't exist. You dress like your blind, you speak as though you're on a cloud, I mean, come on Luna, can't you be normal for once! People snicker behind your back because of the way you are, you talk about mothers death, like it's something that happens to people everyday. You assume everyone gets everything you say, and now you're in the boy's bathroom saying you want to look at the moon? Well Luna that's just great, but for people who actually have friends that like them, they think that's a little strange and would appreciate it if you left them alone!" Harry ranted.

Luna stood in her spot calmly as Harry slowly calmed down, her dreamy look now clouded with indifference. Harry waited for her to make a sound, defend herself, maybe yell at him but she just stood there staring at him. His agitation bubbled again and he stalked out of the bathroom, tired of trying to get through Loony Lovegood's thick head. He was halfway up the staircase that would lead him to his common room when Luna's voice made him turn around as she walked up to him.

"Is that what everyone thinks Harry? Is that what you think?" Luna inquired, her face mixed with frustration and dottiness.

"Yes Luna, yes, I'm tired of denying feeling anything but awkwardness around you," Harry huffed, feeling a sudden happiness that she was finally beginning to understand that she was crazy. "Everyone thinks that,"

"I see," Luna smiled, nodding and turned away, letting Harry know that their conversation was over, "So is there anything else I need to know about myself Harry?" Luna asked, making Harry stop in his tracks and turn to face her.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, bewildered.

"Well, what else am I to people? What else do I need to know about what people think about me?" Luna reiterated.

"Luna you will always be Loony Lovegood, you will always be like an experiment to people, nothing will ever change," Harry said knowing she would never get it, "I'm sorry I am being so honest, but half the school is glad your aren't in their house. I mean people think, people know, your parents are more insane then you are," Harry sighed, and watched Luna look at the ground for several minutes, leaving Harry to assume that she was taking every thing in, "Can I go now?"

"May I ask why?"

"You want me to re explain everything I just explained?" Harry asked, getting very frustrated

"Well you know so much about me, Harry, I just want to make sure I know everything I should know about what people think about me, about my parents, about how I should act because it matters soo much," Luna said looking up from the ground anger prominent in her eyes.

"Wait…Now," Harry said stepping back as Luna walked toward him, making him bump into a corner.

"Tell me Harry, what happened to me when my mother died, what happened when my father didn't want to live anymore? How did I change? Who am I now, now that my life will never be the same? Tell me what I am supposed to believe? What do I do? Am I good in school or am I too loony to notice my feet?" Luna asked coming very close to Harry, "You seem to know me better then I know myself so who am I, Harry? Huh? What do these scars mean down my arm, were they from the night before or did I do them after my mother died to feel something other then the numbness of death? Tell me Harry, I need to know," Luna urged, making Harry feel more uncomfortable then ever.

"Luna…I…" Harry started but was at a loss for words.

"I see," Luna whispered; nodding, she stepped away from him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears in the moonlit corridor, "I was wrong about you, I thought that since you had been judged all your life as something you're not then we could be friends, but I was wrong. You are just like them, you are just like the people who judge you," Luna said calmly.

"Luna…"

"Don't, I don't need your apology now," Luna said putting her hand out to shut Harry up, "Its funny that you tell me I am crazy and that everyone laughs behind my back. You act like I am supposed to care if they like me or not. Like in 7 years it will matter if I. was liked. By them. I don't need to act like everyone else to get someone to like me, like you do. I know who I am, unlike you, and I know that even if every person hates me, it doesn't matter, 'cause I will be liked one day for who I am, not who I acted like," Luna said and walked away.

"Luna wait…"

"No, I don't need you judging me anymore, I want you to know that I thought that because of what you see and what people said about you, that you would give me a chance and not make assumptions, but you didn't. But I guess the saying goes, 'When you assumer you make an ass out of you and me,'" Luna said and walked away saying nothing else.

Harry held his anger down and stalked away, back to the Gryffindor tower, thinking of what he was going to say to Luna tomorrow. When he woke up several hours later, Harry walked down to the Great Hall and noticed Luna eating in an instant. He noticed that she was wearing her usual attire and added a big feather in her hair, and he felt that she did it just to spite him.

"Morning Luna," Harry greeted, sitting next to her at the Ravenclaw table.

"Hello Harry," Luna replied, looking at her Quibbler newspaper.

"Do you think we could talk?" Harry whispered and Luna looked up at him.

Luna said nothing as she stared at him and Harry looked away, noticing everyone staring at them. He felt a blush rise to his cheeks and stood up quickly and ruffled his hair.

"We can speak outside if that would make you more comfortable," Luna answered and Harry's blush got deeper before he nodded.

Luna led the way out of the Great hall, Harry following behind her quickly.

"Look about last night-" Harry started when they exited the castle, but Luna kept walking, "Luna where are you going?"

"I don't wish to talk about last night," Luna answered.

"Then why did you suggest coming out here to talk?" Harry called.

"Because you couldn't stand sitting next to me!" Luna answered, "When everyone started to look you jumped up faster then a broomstick could fly. I was saving you the humiliation."

"Luna wait," Harry asked.

"No Harry, I don't want to. I have realized that we were never friends, that I was just a charity case. So let's just leave what happened last night in the past and move on," Luna suggested.

"But-"

"If you stay away from me, I shall stay away from you," Luna nodded, "It will work out better; you don't have to pretend anymore."

Harry watched Luna walk away from him to the grounds and sighed, feeling defeated. He regretted what he had said to her last night and wished that she would let him say his piece before talking to him, but she had a knack for cutting him off before he could apologize.

"Are you alright Harry?" Hermione asked, stopping her conversation with Neville when she saw Harry sit next to her.

"Yeah," Harry lied, "Never better."

"You look distracted," Ron mumbled, food spitting out of his mouth.

"No, no, I'm fine," Harry reassured and began to eat.

"So what were you and Loony talking about?" Ron asked a moment later, after swallowing and Harry stopped eating.

"Harry?" Hermione asked worriedly and Harry quickly left the Great Hall, "You think he's okay?" Hermione asked Ron.

"He's Harry, He's got the emotions of a girl," Ron shook his head, "Of course he's not alright."