October

Hurriedly sliding into her clothes, watching her new lover do the same, Luna felt hot rage coil neatly in the pit of her stomach. Harry was already talking about Hermione and Ron and what the three of them were going to do in three minutes. This was not how it was supposed to be.

She, Luna, was the one to always comfort him when he was crying! She was the one to trace the scars and the tenderly stop the bleeding and not judge him for it!

If she was perfect….he would want her company all the time like he wants Hermione's….

..if….

"How was the shag?" Ron asks later, and Hermione groans.

"Brilliant," Harry replies, touching his wrist through his shirt.

"Was it brilliant for her?" Hermione asks, frowning at Her Hero.

"Dunno," Harry replies, confused.

If he was arrogantly beautiful like Malfoy, the one she runs to when she thinks he isn't watching, he could please her….

……if…..

Sometime even chocolate can't heal all wounds.