The Six Sides of the Triangle
Chapter 2: The Night it All Happened, Harry/Luna
Harry opened the portrait hole, leaving a stunned Ron and Hermione behind. He couldn't help the smile that came to his lips as the Fat Lady swung shut behind him. These days, he got a sort of sadistic joy from making them confused. He was sick of everyone asking if he felt alright, if he was okay. Of course he didn't feel alright, of course he wasn't okay. People could be so stupid and irritating. He found himself going for walks more often than he ever had before. At least his Invisibility Cloak didn't try to pry into his feelings.
He slipped the silvery cloak over his shoulders and pulled the hood over his head. Confident in his anonymity, he turned right and walked down the corridor. He wandered for about an hour, wondering how Ron and Hermione were doing (probably snogging each other senseless, or else asleep), not paying attention to where he was going, when he ran straight into something.
Rather, someone. Someone with long blond hair and a wand stuck behind her ear...
"Luna?" Harry asked. "What are you doing out here? It has to be past midnight."
Luna smiled up at Harry. Or rather, Harry's head, as that was the only visible part of him, since the hood slipped back. "Oh, hello Harry," she said in her usual dreamy way. "I couldn't sleep. Nightmares, you know. I used to only have them about nargles, but now they are about the Department of Mysteries."
Harry was taken aback by her candor. "You have nightmares, too?" he asked. She nodded. "I have them almost every night, now," he said.
"They are quite horrible," she said. "I used to dream about nice things, like Ronald, but now it's all dark in there. It's quite unpleasant, really."
Harry couldn't help but smile. "Ronald?" he asked. "Ronald as in Ron Weasley?" Luna nodded. "You like Ron?"
Luna shook her head. "Not anymore. I used to very much, but I no longer feel for him what I once did."
Harry nodded. "I understand," he said, "I used to feel something for someone, but that went away too."
"Are you referring to Cho Chang?" Luna asked. Harry nodded. "Well, she's a twit, even if she is in Ravenclaw," Luna said. "She hasn't got much wit to speak of."
Harry snorted back a guffaw, afraid of being heard. Who knew Luna had a sense of humor? "We're going to get caught out here," Harry said.
Luna laughed. "I hadn't thought of that," she said.
"Here, we can both fit under my cloak," he said, sharing the secret of the cloak with Luna. She didn't seem to think it odd at all, but instead just slipped part of it over her head. Harry realized that she only came up to his shoulder, and that she was the perfect height for him, really...
"We should go somewhere else," Luna said. "They aren't watching the Room of Requirement anymore. It isn't that far away." Harry nodded and they slowly walked off to the RoR.
Harry and Luna paced back and forth in front of the wall across from the tapestry three times. Harry thought, 'We just need a place to hang out and talk, maybe with a fireplace and some snacks..."
"Harry, look," Luna said, for a door had appeared in the wall. Harry reached out, turned the handle, and opened it.
Inside they found a comfortable common room-like setting, complete with a cheery fire, two comfy couches, and a table with a pot of tea, some sandwiches, and a plate of warm cookies. "This looks good, hey Luna?" Harry said, smiling. He had never felt so comfortable with a girl before, except for Hermione. And he had never noticed the way Hermione's hair smelled like jasmine or the way her eyes sparkled...
His thoughts drifted again until Luna grabbed his hand and led him over to one of the couches. He sat on one; she sat on the other. They began to eat and talk about everything under the sun, including school (Luna had O.W.L.S. that year), home, Ron and Hermione, nargles, anything they could think of, except for the Department of Mysteries. Finally, after a few moments of silence, Luna brought it up.
"You miss Sirius, don't you?" she asked. Harry directed his gaze to the floor and nodded.
"It's like I lost my father all over again," he said. "Only this time I can remember it. And it is all my fault."
Luna stood up and walked over to Harry's couch. "It wasn't your fault, Harry. You were coerced into believing something that was untrue. It happens to the best of us. You aren't going to be okay for a while, and people need to understand that. They don't, most of them. They think that you've had time to grieve, that you should move on. Well, it doesn't work that way. After the shock wears off, then the hurt kicks in. And it's only then that you can work through it and move on."
Harry looked at her in amazement. "You're the only one who has said anything like that to me, Luna," he said. Before he knew what he was doing, he leaned down and kissed her, right on the lips. He pulled away before she could kiss back. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be," Luna replied. "I don't mind." And with a dreamy sort of grin she leaned her face up and kissed him back.
"You want to go out with me?" Harry asked her. She nodded. "Alright then," he said. He lifted his hand up, put it behind her head, and kissed her rather forcefully. He smiled against her lips as she returned the kiss with equal force.
Alright kiddies! Next up is the Neville/Ginny hookup. Also, I'm American, so forgive me for not being completely British with my language. I know I write short chapters, but I tend to update quickly, so I hope that makes up for it.
Chapter 2: The Night it All Happened, Harry/Luna
Harry opened the portrait hole, leaving a stunned Ron and Hermione behind. He couldn't help the smile that came to his lips as the Fat Lady swung shut behind him. These days, he got a sort of sadistic joy from making them confused. He was sick of everyone asking if he felt alright, if he was okay. Of course he didn't feel alright, of course he wasn't okay. People could be so stupid and irritating. He found himself going for walks more often than he ever had before. At least his Invisibility Cloak didn't try to pry into his feelings.
He slipped the silvery cloak over his shoulders and pulled the hood over his head. Confident in his anonymity, he turned right and walked down the corridor. He wandered for about an hour, wondering how Ron and Hermione were doing (probably snogging each other senseless, or else asleep), not paying attention to where he was going, when he ran straight into something.
Rather, someone. Someone with long blond hair and a wand stuck behind her ear...
"Luna?" Harry asked. "What are you doing out here? It has to be past midnight."
Luna smiled up at Harry. Or rather, Harry's head, as that was the only visible part of him, since the hood slipped back. "Oh, hello Harry," she said in her usual dreamy way. "I couldn't sleep. Nightmares, you know. I used to only have them about nargles, but now they are about the Department of Mysteries."
Harry was taken aback by her candor. "You have nightmares, too?" he asked. She nodded. "I have them almost every night, now," he said.
"They are quite horrible," she said. "I used to dream about nice things, like Ronald, but now it's all dark in there. It's quite unpleasant, really."
Harry couldn't help but smile. "Ronald?" he asked. "Ronald as in Ron Weasley?" Luna nodded. "You like Ron?"
Luna shook her head. "Not anymore. I used to very much, but I no longer feel for him what I once did."
Harry nodded. "I understand," he said, "I used to feel something for someone, but that went away too."
"Are you referring to Cho Chang?" Luna asked. Harry nodded. "Well, she's a twit, even if she is in Ravenclaw," Luna said. "She hasn't got much wit to speak of."
Harry snorted back a guffaw, afraid of being heard. Who knew Luna had a sense of humor? "We're going to get caught out here," Harry said.
Luna laughed. "I hadn't thought of that," she said.
"Here, we can both fit under my cloak," he said, sharing the secret of the cloak with Luna. She didn't seem to think it odd at all, but instead just slipped part of it over her head. Harry realized that she only came up to his shoulder, and that she was the perfect height for him, really...
"We should go somewhere else," Luna said. "They aren't watching the Room of Requirement anymore. It isn't that far away." Harry nodded and they slowly walked off to the RoR.
Harry and Luna paced back and forth in front of the wall across from the tapestry three times. Harry thought, 'We just need a place to hang out and talk, maybe with a fireplace and some snacks..."
"Harry, look," Luna said, for a door had appeared in the wall. Harry reached out, turned the handle, and opened it.
Inside they found a comfortable common room-like setting, complete with a cheery fire, two comfy couches, and a table with a pot of tea, some sandwiches, and a plate of warm cookies. "This looks good, hey Luna?" Harry said, smiling. He had never felt so comfortable with a girl before, except for Hermione. And he had never noticed the way Hermione's hair smelled like jasmine or the way her eyes sparkled...
His thoughts drifted again until Luna grabbed his hand and led him over to one of the couches. He sat on one; she sat on the other. They began to eat and talk about everything under the sun, including school (Luna had O.W.L.S. that year), home, Ron and Hermione, nargles, anything they could think of, except for the Department of Mysteries. Finally, after a few moments of silence, Luna brought it up.
"You miss Sirius, don't you?" she asked. Harry directed his gaze to the floor and nodded.
"It's like I lost my father all over again," he said. "Only this time I can remember it. And it is all my fault."
Luna stood up and walked over to Harry's couch. "It wasn't your fault, Harry. You were coerced into believing something that was untrue. It happens to the best of us. You aren't going to be okay for a while, and people need to understand that. They don't, most of them. They think that you've had time to grieve, that you should move on. Well, it doesn't work that way. After the shock wears off, then the hurt kicks in. And it's only then that you can work through it and move on."
Harry looked at her in amazement. "You're the only one who has said anything like that to me, Luna," he said. Before he knew what he was doing, he leaned down and kissed her, right on the lips. He pulled away before she could kiss back. "I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be," Luna replied. "I don't mind." And with a dreamy sort of grin she leaned her face up and kissed him back.
"You want to go out with me?" Harry asked her. She nodded. "Alright then," he said. He lifted his hand up, put it behind her head, and kissed her rather forcefully. He smiled against her lips as she returned the kiss with equal force.
Alright kiddies! Next up is the Neville/Ginny hookup. Also, I'm American, so forgive me for not being completely British with my language. I know I write short chapters, but I tend to update quickly, so I hope that makes up for it.