A/N: So I'm pretty sure there are only two people reading this, but that's two more than I thought would. So I bring the next installment of our favorite pairing. This is the installment that we start seeing something occurring between Luna and Harry. :)

'moments of insanity'

conversation and compassion

Luna was true to her word and waited until all the other members of the D.A. left the Room of Requirement. She could see Harry on the other side of the room, smiling as he watched all his proteges leave the room one by one. It was rare that she saw an actual smile grace his features. She studied him often, even before she had met him. Harry Potter was one of the most interesting people she'd ever met.

As soon as the door shut behind the last person Harry instinctively looked for her. He saw her standing next to the bulletin board holding the D.A. member's names. He walked towards her, glad to finally just have time to think.

"I'm proud of us." She said looking at the list. Harry could tell that she was sincere, and he was proud of the group too. Proud that they did not allow themselves to live in fear, and if they died, they would die fighting and not grovelling.

Luna knew what he was thinking, because she nodded softly and took a seat on a cushion. He sat next to her and she watched as his usually stormy expression became somewhat softer, more relieved. He turned to look at her.

"How are you?" Was the first thing that slipped out of his mouth, but he wasn't sure why. Her expression was impassive and unreadable.

Luna looked at him for a moment, a little surprised by this question. His eyes we calculating. She felt like he might be a little more logical than most people gave him credit for. She thought for a moment before she answered him.

"I'm content." She said simply, but looking into her eyes he could sense a panic and she continued before he had to ask. "I'm scared. I don't want anyone to die in this war. Especially you." She spoke softly, and her dirty blonde hair fell across her face blocking the faint blush on her cheeks from his line of vision.

He reached out tentatively until his fingers made contact with the back of her hand, he gave it a squeeze. "I don't want you to die either, Luna. I wish... I wish I could change it. I wish I could change all the death that has and will happen." He whispered, almost afraid of what voicing the truth might do. She smiled her understanding and calm smile once more.

"I don't think you'll die, you know. You're much stronger than you think." She said to him, her heavy voice full of emotion and he found it ironic that he was going to say the exact same thing to her. Sometimes, Luna just got him in a way no one else ever had. His stomach did a familiar and funny lurch.

"I need to get back to Ron and Hermione before they kill me." He said abruptly, pulling his hand off of hers and standing up. Luna refused to be hurt by this and nodded, her smile a little less full but she relaxed when he had left the room and she was left alone with her thoughts of Harry Potter.