Just a cute little one-shot, I don't ship HarryxLuna but I write stories for a bunch of different pairings. Please review!

Harry was angrily walking down the hallway as fast as he could. He had just encountered Malfoy, and if Dean and Seamus weren't there to hold him back, Harry would've surely used his best spells on Draco to show who's boss.

He ignored the looks he got and the scoffs of people he shoved past. He just wanted to go to his dormitory alone to think. He wanted to be away from the whisperings in the halls, the badges flashing "Potter Stinks", and basically the rest of the world.

Before he knew it he was in an empty corridor. It was silent.

"Harry Potter." A voice said. It was light and dreamy, airy and calming.

He stopped. Who did the voice belong to and what did she-at least he hoped it was a she- want?

Harry turned around. The girl was short, probably a year or two younger. Her long, white-blonde hair was an inch above the waistband of her hot pink skinny jeans. Her shoes didn't match and she had butterbeer corks on a necklace. What he thought were radishes dangled from her ears.

"What?" He asked the odd child with raised eyebrows.

She was smiling as she replied, "You dropped something." She held up a school book that must have slipped out of his bag.

"Oh... Er, thanks. I guess."

She gave a small laugh. "Your head is full of wrackspurts. And you're welcome."

"What the heck are wrackspurts?" Harry said.

"They are small invisible creatures that float in your ear and make your brain go fuzzy." She started swatting the air near her ears.

"Um, okay..." Harry replied.

The girl looked at him. "I don't believe them."

"What? What don't you believe?" Harry asked her.

"I don't believe that you put your name in the goblet." Her wide silver eyes seemed to look into his soul.

"Oh right, that."

"I think everyone just expects you to do something like that. Try to get into the tournament, I mean. But you aren't like that. You are very modest for someone so famous, Harry Potter."

"Well, thanks. I guess."

She laughed again. "Looks like the wrackspurts strike again."

Harry suddenly felt stupid for saying the same thing he said two minutes ago.

"Who are you?" He asked the girl.

She blinked for the first time since he met her. "My name is Luna Lovegood. I'm a third year Ravenclaw." She held out her hand and Harry hesitated before shaking it.

"I'm Harry. You probably know that and what year and house I am."

She did that laugh again. It reminded Harry of jingle bells.

"Yes, I do know."

Harry looked at her necklace. "What's that?" He asked, pointing to the butterbeer corks.

She glanced at them. "It's a charm. Keeps away the nargles."

"What are nargles?" Harry asked.

Her smile now looked mischievous. "That's for me to know, and you to find out." She stated simply. Then Luna turned around and skipped down the hall.

And Harry was almost disappointed to see her leave.