Harry folled the noise and arrived just in time to watch Luna take a careful step back as Pansy pounced on Hermione, and then the two were on the floor, Hermione giggling convulsively and Pansy letting out strings of profanities. To his horror, her facial expression wasn't really one of hot boiling fury, but she seemed to be actually enjoying the brawl.
He got a chance to step around the two as they rolled out into the hallway, and Luna pulled him into the room before he could be knocked out by Hermione's leg which came dangerously close as he squeezed past.
"So... What happened?"
Luna handed him a dirty and a little wrinkled piece of paper and gave him time to read it, then she explained that the two had been playing one of Hermione's 'educational games' and what she had thought up for this particular task.
Next she put her finger to her lips and whispered in his ear.
"The model she is looking for is the one over there", she pointed to a little, odd beast that looked to Harry like a perverse mix of a cat and a dog, "it's the only one where she didn't remove the label."
Harry's eyes widened - Hermione had meant for this to happen? The girl really had a twisted mind.
Luna drifted seemingly effortlessly out of the room, and after a look at his friend and her girlfriend on the floor, whose fight had turned into a snogging competition by now, he followed her into the kitchen.
She had apparently expected this, as she shoved a mug of freshly made herbal tea into his hands the moment he closed the door after himself.
Luna sat down at the table across from him and waited for him to take a seat as well. He dusted off a chair - it was full of bone splinters, thanks to Pansy - and did as was expected of him.
Had he not had astounding confidence in his ability to detect it, he would have sworn Luna practiced leglimency. The knowing way she stared into his eyes gave him the creeps, honestly, but it was also kind of comforting sometimes, having someone who sat him down for an improv therapy session when he needed it without even knowing it.
The way Luna thought was intriquingly different, it always helped him to have her perspective on things. And sometimes he thought, he was actually glad she didn't have a significant other, because this way she was always available as his private confidante. Yeah, it was mean. But he couldn't help but feel like she was aware of even those most private selfish thoughts of his.
And so he answered her waiting gaze with his most recent troubles, he told her about David, how they'd met, how he had hoped it could work out this time, how David had left, without so much as asking what was going on or why Harry lived together with all these women. How he had just walked out, and back into his perfectly ordinary life Harry himself could never have.
She listened, patiently, with her chin resting on her folded hands, just clamly looking on in silence.
When he was finished she took a sip of her now luke-warm tea and asked him whether he would like a normal life better than his own.
He would have been stunned, but this was a rather normal thing for Luna to do really.
But had he been so obvious avout it? Yes, he was hurt by how easily David had turned his back on him, by how little regard he had shown for Harry's feelings. He was hurt, not because David wanted a 'normal relationship', because he'd given up on him the second he had reason to suspect Harry could not provide that. He was hurt because a 'normal realationship' was what he wanted, because David did not give a damn about Harry's own craving for normalcy, and why couldn't he be normal? Why couldn't he be the one walking away, instead of the one left to drown in jealousy? Why was it, that the world denied him any semblence of normalcy?
Ok, maybe he had been that obvious about it.
He took a sip of his tea, inhaling the odd, earthy aroma and sighed.
"Yes.", he said. "No, I really don't know anymore."