"Hello Luna."
"Hello Harry."
Harry walked over where she was sitting and sat beside her, his thighs brushed her, but Luna didn't seem to notice. They sat quietly on the ground for a while.
"Nice day... weather has been nice," Harry awkwardly wrangled his sentence. There was so much to say, so much he wanted to say... But he ended up talking about the weather.
"Yes, it has..." Luna was fiddling with her fingers.
Her hands are small, Harry realized. Pale, with short stubby fingers. She had some dirt under fingernails and on her black school robes, the corner of her collar was smudged with dirt. As with her cheek.
"Your cheek?" Harry gulped.
"Yes?"
"How did you get it dirty?"
"In class. We were handling plants, someone must have accidently thrown a dirt clod at me."
"Oh," Harry looked down, "Do you mind at all?"
She turned her head and their eyes met, even if the connection lasted a second Harry felt his breath catch, not because she was beautiful, but because she was herself.
"What do you mean Harry?" She sounded confused, she looked puzzled. But she wasn't, she knew.
"Luna, please don't."
Her eyes flicked to him quickly, returning to the sky just as fast. "I am who I am. A dirt clod doesn't change anything."
"I see."
Harry was about to walk away when she spoke again, "Thank you Harry."
Her small hand clasped his and Harry felt his heart tingle.
"No problem Luna."
AN: Over a month later, but I had some serious computer troubles. I hope you like this installment, I did. Thanks you to the people who reviewed. More chapters shall follow, time... well, quality takes time, m'kay? 'Nuff babbling.
Disclaimer: Sorry, don't own it. Nor do I make exceedingly large amounts of cash. Through that would be nice