To where he does not care, he needed to get away for a while. True, it was
not as serious as the last prank that Malfoy did. But it sure was annoying.
The only one that could understand him was Hermione. Would she be willing
to be his interpreter for the duration of this curse?
She would, for their friendship, but Harry did not want to burden her further.
Anyway, she and Ron were getting close. Affectionate was the term Harry would use. He caught them in a snogging session a few days ago and they seemed to have glued their lips together until they saw him.
A pang of guilt and loneliness struck his heart. He was happy for them but at the same time, he envied them as well.
His love life was a disaster. First Cho, then Ginny. But he and Ginny remained close for... well, let's just say they got closer intimately. And they still shared a bond that no one could break or understand.
They remained close friends even when they decided to see other people. Even though Harry never saw anyone after that.
Perhaps it's time to move on. But it would be difficult to do that when no one can understand you.
"Per amare ed a perso," to love and to lost, he sighed. Walking purposelessly in the halls of the third floor, he suddenly stopped upon hearing a sweet angelic voice. At first she thought it was one of the portraits that was singing but when he looked at them, they seemed enchanted and listened to the song.
"Canzone di una sirena,"(a siren is singing) Harry smirked. It was a just statement for he too was enthralled by the song. He searched for the source of the sweet song, careful in not disturbing whomever was singing.
Harry stopped in front of one of the doors and quietly opened it. And what he saw inside awed him incredibly.
Like a Siren enthralling men to their deaths on the rocky shoreline, he saw her by the window, the breeze caressed her face and her hair gently fluttered with the wind. Harry audibly swallowed as he saw how the wind tightened her robes and hugged the contours of her body perfectly.
Harry took a deep breath and entered the room silently. He was not just interested by her body but by her, personally.
But he did not know how to proceed. She was nice albeit a little eccentric. She always tucks her wand behind her ear that made her endearing to him.
But there was something about her he could not deny. The fact that she understood his emotions better than himself.
"Il vento canta un'aria fine,"(the wind sings a fine tune) Harry said quietly as he walked towards her. The girl chuckled and smiled at him.
"The wind does sing a fine tune, Harry," she blushed as her blue eyes were filled with mirth.
"Cantate come un angelo,"(You sing like an angel) Harry smiled as he sat beside her.
"I'm no angel," she smiled. "And thank you."
"Siete stati sempre un angelo a me, Luna," ( you are always an angel to me) Harry smiled. Luna Lovegood giggled and looked at him.
"Am I?" she asked. Harry merely nodded. "That spell must have affected your brain more than necessary." She joked. "But I appriciate it nevertheless." They were silent for a few moments, just enjoying the breeze when Luna broke it.
"Want to talk about it?" she asked.
Harry relaxed and sighed.
"È una storia lunga," (It's a long story) he said.
"None of your stories are short, Harry," she smiled. "But I always listen."
"Sempre," (you always have) he smiled."
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A/n: I don't know how to proceed. Help me?
She would, for their friendship, but Harry did not want to burden her further.
Anyway, she and Ron were getting close. Affectionate was the term Harry would use. He caught them in a snogging session a few days ago and they seemed to have glued their lips together until they saw him.
A pang of guilt and loneliness struck his heart. He was happy for them but at the same time, he envied them as well.
His love life was a disaster. First Cho, then Ginny. But he and Ginny remained close for... well, let's just say they got closer intimately. And they still shared a bond that no one could break or understand.
They remained close friends even when they decided to see other people. Even though Harry never saw anyone after that.
Perhaps it's time to move on. But it would be difficult to do that when no one can understand you.
"Per amare ed a perso," to love and to lost, he sighed. Walking purposelessly in the halls of the third floor, he suddenly stopped upon hearing a sweet angelic voice. At first she thought it was one of the portraits that was singing but when he looked at them, they seemed enchanted and listened to the song.
"Canzone di una sirena,"(a siren is singing) Harry smirked. It was a just statement for he too was enthralled by the song. He searched for the source of the sweet song, careful in not disturbing whomever was singing.
Harry stopped in front of one of the doors and quietly opened it. And what he saw inside awed him incredibly.
Like a Siren enthralling men to their deaths on the rocky shoreline, he saw her by the window, the breeze caressed her face and her hair gently fluttered with the wind. Harry audibly swallowed as he saw how the wind tightened her robes and hugged the contours of her body perfectly.
Harry took a deep breath and entered the room silently. He was not just interested by her body but by her, personally.
But he did not know how to proceed. She was nice albeit a little eccentric. She always tucks her wand behind her ear that made her endearing to him.
But there was something about her he could not deny. The fact that she understood his emotions better than himself.
"Il vento canta un'aria fine,"(the wind sings a fine tune) Harry said quietly as he walked towards her. The girl chuckled and smiled at him.
"The wind does sing a fine tune, Harry," she blushed as her blue eyes were filled with mirth.
"Cantate come un angelo,"(You sing like an angel) Harry smiled as he sat beside her.
"I'm no angel," she smiled. "And thank you."
"Siete stati sempre un angelo a me, Luna," ( you are always an angel to me) Harry smiled. Luna Lovegood giggled and looked at him.
"Am I?" she asked. Harry merely nodded. "That spell must have affected your brain more than necessary." She joked. "But I appriciate it nevertheless." They were silent for a few moments, just enjoying the breeze when Luna broke it.
"Want to talk about it?" she asked.
Harry relaxed and sighed.
"È una storia lunga," (It's a long story) he said.
"None of your stories are short, Harry," she smiled. "But I always listen."
"Sempre," (you always have) he smiled."
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A/n: I don't know how to proceed. Help me?