Disclaimer: We own nothing of Harry Potter. It should be obvious. If either us were J.K Rowling, would we really be typing on FANFICTION?! Honestly…
B.J La, la, la… I had to bow my head in shame for using something that was TERRIBLY cliché… But it fit in with the chapter as I was writing that part. Yes, I know. I should be hung from the gallows in the deepest wells of hell, waiting for my salvation to come bringing blood, angst and tragedy in it's wake…Okay, a little dramatic but you get the point…
Kam Just a bit, Billy-Joe… Anyways, this is probably the happiest chapter you will see in this fic, before our dark, twisted minds corrupt it with angst, death, and blood… Have a nice day and leave a review!
Chapter 1: Indifferent
It was sunny. Birds flew over gentle clouds, humming their tunes of joy and delight. Laughter rang through the bright Hall as hundreds of Hogwarts students sat themselves to breakfast.
"Glad to see your stuffing your face." Hermione said as she sat down across from Ron, looking highly disgusted.
"Glad to see your being such prick so early in the morning." Ron shot back up at her, leaning over his plate.
"Why do you both have to start arguing so early in the morning?" Harry said with a roll of his eyes, eyeing them both sleepily before looking around the Great Hall. Ron and Hermione both knew better than to get on his bad side, so early in the day, therefore kept their mouths shut…For now. They sat in silence, Hermione still staring with obvious revolt as Ron stuffed his face, casting a glance up at Harry as he continued his morning observation. As usual, Malfoy was making a complete ass of himself and was still too thick to realize it. Hannah Abbot and Ernie Macmillan were pouring over their new time schedules, looking bothered and slightly confused, quite unlike the rest of the Hufflepuff table. His scour finished as his eyes fell against the Ravenclaw table, the emptiest in the Hall. Cho Chang and her usual group of chatting friends sat at a far end of the table, whilst Luna Lovegood sat at the other, twirling a strand of hair around her finger and making what seemed to be a mountain from her morning potatoes.
"Anything new?" Hermione asked simply, folding her arms upon the table and following his stare.
"Loony Luna Lovegood's not acting as weird as normal. And no one's crying from the Slytherin table." He stated simply, lowering his eyes to his empty plate.
Hermione nodded and pushed her plate away. "If you'll excuse me-"
Ron cut across her "Which we do."
Shooting a glare at Ron, she continued "I'll be in the –"
"Library." Harry finished for her. With a loud huff, she stormed to her feet and from the Great Hall.
"What is it with her?" Ron asked, glaring after her.
"She's head over heels for you and too freakin' stubborn to see it." He said dreamily, still looking around.
"I still don't understand why you say that… She's bloody mental, she is." Ron muttered distractedly
Harry smirked and shook his head. "I'm going to visit Hagrid later, are you coming?" he asked.
"Yeah." Ron said with a nod for reassurance. "Come on." They both got to their feet and bustled through the crowds, prying their way to the doors, Harry leading the way.
"Why's it so crowded in here?" Ron demanded loudly.
"I dunno…It is Saturday." Harry said, turning to face him with a shrug of his shoulders. As he turned back, he nearly fell over having collided with something, some one rather.
"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was walking." Harry said to nobody as he still had no clue who he had run into.
"It's fine." Came a feminine voice from the round. He looked down and saw Luna at his feet. He lowered a hand to help her to her feet, which she gladly took.
"Sorry." Harry muttered again.
Luna smiled. "It's fine." She told him yet again, looking at up him from her lower level and brushing hair away from her face. "It's not like I've never fallen over before."
Harry tried a light smile. "Yeah, I guess."
Luna nodded. "I was on my way to Mc.Gonagall's office. Apparently I'm to blame for attempting to corrupt the students." She laughed "I've got detention to go to. I'll see you later or something"
Harry nodded, his voice catching in his throat. "Yeah…" he managed to mutter. With one last smile she was gone in the crowd of students.
"Come on mate…" Ron muttered, poking Harry in the back. "Hagrid's."
"Oh… Uh… Yeah." He stammered, quickening his pace to catch up with Ron as they strode across the sunlit grounds, on their way to Hagrid's hut.
