Mortified, Harry made a quick getaway from the Great hall and away from Luna's . . . interesting display.
He would never be able to look at bananas the same way ever again, or bagels, or whip cream.
And where the hell did she get the idea he used to be pregnant? All in all, it was a rather traumatic evening where he couldn't enjoy his dessert with Ron sputtering in front of him, Hermione avidly listening and adding her comments and Seamus leering rather lewdly at him.
Harry petulantly kicked a wall for being too shiny and clean.