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Chapter 2

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Ronald Weasley & Luna Lovegood

Ronald Bilius Weasley was not having the best day of his life.

He stormed through the doors of the Great Hall where we all sat. He sat down just beside me, and dug into his food like he had never seen it before. I shot a confused look at Seamus and Dean, but the returned it with hopeless shrugs. They did not know anything.

My gaze turned to Harry and his eyes met mine. I could tell he was concerned, confused and slightly amused. He turned to his best mate, clearing his throat loudly. Dean, Seamus, and I leaned closer, listening intently.

"What?" Ron snapped, completely enraged.

Harry swallowed, slowly.

It was no new news to anyone about Ron's emotional state of a teaspoon. He would be smiling in a second, jealous the other, and completely angry in the next three minutes. It was kind of exhausting keeping up with his constant changing mood. He was even worst than Harry's mood swings.

But, in my eyes, I think it was his way to draw up his mask. He just couldn't see that he has a perfect life—a life that a lot would die to have. His mask, I believe, is anger. I know that Ron does not like to feel inferior. His family's condition was not the best, but it was good enough. He might be poor but he was surrounded with people who loved and cared for him.

If only he would realize that...

But Ron was hard-headed. In more than one occasion in the past seven years, he had shown that he was jealous—especially of Harry. I did not understand it at first. Harry Potter was his best mate, right? Best mates shouldn't be jealous of each other. If anything, he should be proud of his mate.

But I think I understood a bit after some observation.

Ron is simply scared of not being noticed. He does not want to be left out—to be the sidekick. But I have never actually seen Harry treat him badly or as if he was a sidekick of his or something. If anything, it was Ron who had almost jeopardized their friendship more than once—testing the strength of their friendship's strings and loyalty.

In the end, I am glad everything worked out.

"So, um, what's got your wand in a knot...?" Harry asked hesitantly, not wanting to face the wrath of the Legendary Weasley Anger.

Ron glared so hatefully, that I swear if looks could kill, Harry would have exploded in his spot.

Dean and Seamus backed up a bit.

"She bloody broke up with me!" Ron yelled. Every single head in the room swivelled to look at him.

Harry jerked back at the outburst.

Dean and Seamus shared a look. I could easily read it.

You owe me 10 galleons, Dean was very smug.

Sod off, Seamus grunted in reply.

I rolled my eyes.

"Hermione?" Harry asked, tentatively.

"Yes." Ron seethed. I couldn't help but notice the flicker of relief in Harry's green eyes before it disappeared behind his well-concealed-mask. "She told me that she didn't think it was working out and that it would be better if we saw new people."

"Well, at least she got you off kindly," Dean mumbled.

Ron shot him a scathing look.

"Maybe it's for the best, mate." Harry tested, uneasily. "I mean, you and 'Mione have been fighting constantly lately and—"

"But we were meant to be together!"

Harry's eyebrow shot up in an instant—surprised, amused, and irritated.

I sighed. Sometimes, I swear, Ron was a seven years old kid in a body of eighteen years old. I am not saying that he's always a kid—he does have his moments of rare clarity. But he was completely childish most of the time.

"And who said that you two were meant to be?" Harry asked, keeping the irritation well hidden.

"Well, I am supposed to end up with Hermione and you are supposed to end up with Ginny and we'll all be a big happy family!"

Could Ronald Weasley get any more delusional?

Seamus coughed to hide his laugh, as Dean rolled his eyes.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, mate, but Ginny broke up with me a week ago." Harry said, highly amused now.

"What?"

"Yeah. I thought you knew."

Everyone in Hogwarts knew. Although it was Ginny who has initiated the break-up, I could tell that the feeling was mutual. They both knew that they were with the wrong person. Ginny didn't waste a minute in pursuing who she wanted.

Harry, on the other hand, had some complications.

"It's okay, mate. They are many other fishes in the sea. Hermione was just not yours." Seamus grinned, winking at me.

I smiled small.

Ron just grumbled and left the table without as much as another word.

Harry sighed. "Think he'll be okay?"

"Oh, of course," I nodded, watching as Luna Lovegood stood up from where she sat at the Ravenclaw table and followed Ron out of the Great Hall.

"He'll be in good hands."

-.-

I think everyone in Hogwarts have guessed already that Luna Lovegood has fancied Ronald Weasley for some time now. The only one oblivious to it was Ron himself.

When I think about Luna, I do not understand most of what she is. She's a very different person. She's pretty—no doubt. With her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and her dreamy, slightly blue eyes that seem to look right into your soul, I can definitely say that she was pretty.

But it's her perspective that makes me kind of uneasy.

Luna is too perspective for her age. She views things in ways that no one else has ever thought about viewing them. Relying on her wisdom—she was in Ravenclaw, after all—and her eyes, she has some extraordinary point of view that fascinates me.

Her way of giving off her perspective about things is, I think, her personal mask. She hides under the mask of non-existent (or existent, who knows?) magical creatures.

Nargles, Snorkack, and the like...

She knows she is different, yet she does not hide under the glamour mask. She is confident in what she says—and truthfully, what she says is exactly what you want to hear half of the time. She might deliver it to you indirectly. But she makes sure the main point slaps you in the face.

But once you get to know Luna, she's really considerate and sweet. If you thought she was loony at the first glance, then you'll do a double take once you hold a conversation with her. She is very wise. And kind of funny too. As I said, she's not in Ravenclaw for nothing.

But anyway, back to the subject in hand...

If anyone was good for Ronald, it was Luna. It seems that they completed each other perfectly. Luna was dreamy and understanding, her mind was open to all alternatives. Ron was impatient and impulsive—never the thinker. He was the planner. Luna was a thinker.

I smiled.

Yes.

I believe they were right for each other.

-.-

Later that evening, I walked up the through the changing staircase, groaning once in a while. I had a lot of things to do once I reach the common room. I had to complete my potions essay because I really did not want another detention with Snape. And I had to study for the Herbology exam tomorrow.

"Quid agis."

The Fat Lady portrait swung open.

I stepped into the Common Room which was surprisingly empty except for two figures sitting on the couch before the fire. I smiled at them. Hermione had her head leaning against Harry's shoulder while one of his hands was intertwined with one of hers, both hands resting on her thigh.

She seemed to be whispering something, her eyes intent on the fire. Harry was listening with rapt attention, his fingers playing with hers.

They both haven't noticed me and I didn't want to intrude any longer on the private moment, so as noiselessly as I could, I made my way to the stairs that led to the boy's dormitories when the portrait swung open again and four more people entered the Common Room, destroying the intimate mood.

"You won't believe what we just saw!" Lavender Brown squeaked.

"It was completely unpredictable!" Parvati Patil clapped her hands. "Or maybe it was not. I don't know. But I know I was surprised."

I stepped away from the stairs, turning to them curiously although no one noticed me.

"What is it?" Hermione asked, picking her head up from Harry's shoulder, but left her hand in his.

Dean grinned. "I hope you don't mind, Hermione, but—"

"—your ex-boyfriend has been spotted snogging Luna 'Loony' Lovegood in the Quidditch pitch." Seamus continued, grinning just as widely as Dean.

I smiled.

"Oh? Is that all?" Hermione asked, tilting her head to the side.

Harry chuckled.

"What? Is that all you have to say?" Lavender asked, flabbergasted. "I mean, you and Ron just broke up this morning!"

"Yeah. I think Ron should have been a little more sensitive." Parvati huffed.

But it was never in Ron's nature to be sensitive. He was impulsive and usually went with what his mind told him to do first. If anything, he was rash.

Hermione shrugged. "It's okay. I am glad he's taking it so well. He was really angry, but if he was actually snogging Luna, then that means he got over it."

"Besides, we all know Luna has been pinning over him for a while." Harry added, nonchalantly. "I think they deserve to be happy."

"I guess." Lavender mumbled, unsure.

"Let it rest, Lav. I don't mind." Hermione laughed, shaking her head.

I shook my head, too, and continued walking up the staircase towards the boy's dormitory. I told them that Ron will be in good hands.

But do they ever listen to me?

I chuckled, closing the door of my shared room quietly.