Some People Were Just Meant to be Unicycles
A young boy was sitting in his house common room completing his assignments for the evening, when a young girl wandered up to him, behaving rather as if she had turned up there completely by accident. Her reason for being there was unknown, as it wasn't her house either, and the other students were at a loss as to how she had arrived there. However it was that she had managed to do so, she had just wandered in as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Hello," she said dreamily, tucking a wisp of dirty blond hair behind her ear, "how is the biking coming along?"
"Er, come again?" he asked, staring at her, his emerald green eyes puzzled.
"Well, I mean you, and Ron, and Hermione, you're rather like a muggle tricycle, aren't you?"
"We're like a – what?" He failed to see how he and his two best friends resembled a form of transportation reserved for muggle children.
"Well, there are three of you, and yet each wheel is needed for you to be a tricycle, the extra one isn't a hassle, now is it? Without it, you wouldn't be a tricycle."
"I…I suppose not, but –"
"But," she continued, smiling knowingly at him, "Sometimes two of the wheels are ready to become their own bicycle, leaving one wheel all alone to become a unicycle. That's not very fair to the unicycle now is it?"
"I don't reckon unicycles have feelings, and –"
"But there always will be another unicycle looking to become a two-wheeler bicycle, now won't there? The unicycle that used to be a tricycle won't be so lonely then, now would it?"
"What are you on about?"
"You wouldn't make a very good unicycle, you realize," she said knowledgably, continuing as if he had never spoken, "and neither does Ginny."
"Ginny?" he asked, a little too quickly, "what has she got to do with all this?"
"I think you know," she smiled, her bizarre bulging eyes widening, "and I do believe Ron and Hermione would make a fantastic two-wheeler, wouldn't they? Perhaps the four of you could go bicycling together some time, that sounds lovely now doesn't it?"
"Yeah…yeah, you know…it does," he said slowly, thinking of Ginny's lovely mane of red hair, her kind brown eyes…
"It's time for the training wheels to come off," she said, interrupting his thoughts, "you know what you have to do."
And he did. After the Quidditch Match, the training wheels did come off.
The other two wheels of his tricycle had finally gotten their act together and become a bicycle, and he and Ginny had done the same.
But months later, he was compelled to ask, he just had to ask.
"L-Luna," he began cautiously, "what about you?"
He didn't have to clarify. They knew.
"Well, Harry," she said, smiling sadly, "some people were just meant to be unicycles."
And she drifted off, scraggly hair falling about her face, vaguely humming something that just might have been Weasley is Our King.