"That's not very nice, you know," a smooth, bored voice interrupted the jeers of several upper-classmen. One of which rolled her eyes and turned to the new intruder.
"Yeah? And what difference does it make to you, runt?" a made-up face and coiled-tight blonde hair asked. A fake human with a fake cause.
"Well really, it's not me you have to worry about," she could see the confusion that was setting in, and the biting comment on the tip of her tongue. "It's everyone else. What will they think of someone too weak to pick on someone that can't put up a fight? Do you really need back up to hit others, or are they just there to make yourself feel better, not so week? People that feel ill of themselves often inspire others to think the same of them. You're only causing everyone around you to realize how week you are, to see the power-hungry brute that dwells within. It's funny, isn't it, that the very reason you beat others down is actually biting you in the ass."
Chocolate eyes met sky blue, and in that moment it didn't matter that they had never formally met, or that they were from separate Houses, they were just two stricken people, tired of the torment in their lives.
"Pfft, I told you she was loony, didn't I? Come on, I don't want to even bother with telling her how many ways she was wrong." And with that, the group left, and the two were alone in a quiet hallway.
"You know, you should stick up for yourself more."
"Yeah? And what would you know? You let them walk all over you, calling you things like Loony." Cinnamon freckles and chocolate eyes, licorice hair and cream skin. Sweetness in human form, but not for long.
"I stick up for myself, you just don't see it," and as Ginny looked at Luna, she had the vague feeling that she should just somehow understand.
"Come on then, let's get down to the Great Hall, I want to see who the Hogwarts Champion is," Luna looked puzzled as she helped Ginny up. "Oh, come now, don't tell me you don't know! The Goblet of Fire, the Triwizard Tournament, you know, only what the school's been talking about for the last month?"
"Oh, I see," and somehow, Ginny didn't think she really did. "I bet Harry wins."
"He can't, he didn't even enter his name." Luna looked up from underneath her overly-long bands, and whispered an 'oh.'
"Well, that just changes everything then, doesn't it?" And once again Ginny felt like she should understand what was being said.
Well, there you have it. Another one-shot, which is what I will be doing in this little nook that I've created. You can read into this story whatever you want, but I firmly stand by the fact that I'm writing them as just friends. Also, disclaimer: I don't own really much of anything, except a bunch of scrapbooking supplies, but that still doesn't make up Harry Potter, so really, no point in suing, is there? I'll be adding COMPLETED ONE-SHOTS to this periodically, so just keep an eye out if you so desire. Most will probably be Luna/Blaise, because that's what I currently like, but as my tastes change, so, too, will the stories. Enjoy, and drop a review or two, yeah?