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Luna P.o.v.
"Settle down! Settle down! Please take your seats and Miss Lovegood stay behind after the feast!" she heard Proffesor McGonagall order, as the Ravenclaw's surrounding her dispersed. Luna hadn't been expecting such a strong reaction to her late arrival, but decided not to let how startled she was show. Luna had perfected the dreamy expression that bordered on cluelessness since after her mother had died and it had now become second nature to her.
Eyes burned into Luna from every direction, breaking at this point would ruin all her work. She needed to remain calm and unattached for her new persona to survive. Her 7th year at Hogwarts would not be like her last, this time around the school would see her differently. She raised her hand delicately and brushed the soft strands of gold out of her face and behind her ear; sighing sweetly.
The hall had calmed some what, the students returning to their meals and Luna the subject on almost everyones lips.
"Hey Luna, i'm Latisha Randle its nice to meet you" Luna turned her head slightly and looked at the ebony haired girl.
"Aren't you the girl who stole my shoes?" she said casually, holding back any hint of coldness towards her fellow housemate.
"Errr, well, um yes. Sorry about that, I didn't"-
-"Mean to? They you shouldn't have done it. Touch my things again and I'll make you regret it" Luna cut off Randle, the girls brown eyes growing wide before retreating to her dinner. Luna decided to wait for dessert not really in the mood to rush her food. Instead she searched the hall for the few people that she had ever considered friends.
She first spotted Ginny Weasley, sitting on the Gryffindor table not far down from her brother who was busy stuffing his face with anything he could get his hands on. The firey red head seemed to be staring off down the table angrily and completely ingnoring the people talking around her. Luna followed Ginny's line of sight, quickly dropping her eyes when she met a certain pair of emerald orbs. He was staring at her, blatantly.
Luna leant forward slightly on the table, steeling her breath for a moment, before peering up behind her eyelashes smiling slightly; he was still staring at her.
Harry Potter P.o.v.
Harry's heart was hammering like a brass band in his chest, blood galloping around his body and every nerve standing on end. She was looking at him. At first he hadn't been sure but those grey eyes staring steadily into his could not be mistaken. He didn't know what to do, he was completely frozen.
"Harry what are you looking at?" a hand started to wave infront of his face, but his eyes stayed glued on Luna; until she cast her gaze away "Harry...Harry...Harry.."
"What Neville?"Harry's tone clipped and aggressive.
"Whatever, I just wanted to point out dessert had arrived", fork poised above a particualarly delicious looking piece of apple pie. The remainder of the feast, Harry tried desperately to keep his eyes away from Luna-failing more often then not. Neville, Hermione and himself kept up a running conversation about meaningless things; a tactic to distract his mind. It worked right up until Headmistress McGonagall dismissed everyone to their dorms, at which point he had to catch a glimpse but she was hidden from sight by the surge of bodies bustling out of the Great Hall.
"Hey Hermione! Whats the password?" Harry called to her after she had finished speaking to the prefects.
"Merlin, Harry can't you wait like everyone else?", he gave her a very pointed stare and after a solid few seconds she folded like a house of cards "Fine! Its, Aloha Hamora" Hermione stormed off into a crowd of Gryffindor first years, all cowering in the corner. Harry couldn't ever remember being that scared when he was a first year.
"Neville, come on, I know a shortcut" Harry smirked leading them both running up the stairs and leading them behind tapestry after tapestry and even a secret passageway hidden behind a suit of amour; arriving at Gryffindor tower in record time.
"I knew there had to be an easier way to get to the tower" Neville huffed and puffed clearly not in as good shape as Harry, who was standing in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password" she anounced ominously.
"Aloha Hamora" the portrait swung open and the two boys stepped through, returning to their common room, to their tower and their home."Its not changed a bit" Harry sighed searching the common room for any visible changes. It all looked the same.
"Lets go find our dorms, I refuse to have a bed next to the ginger weasel" Neville launched himself up the boys stairs Harry hot on his heels. It seemed like Neville was winning until suddenly his legs locked together and he fell forwards onto his face; Harry flying past. "CHEAT!"Neville bellowed after him.
"We didn't specify rules. Better luck next time, mate!" Harry laughed pushing on the door to the 7th year dorms. The room was decorated in the same traditional Gryffindor gold and red, like the other dorms. Harry crossed the room inspecting the beds until he reached the one by the window and sat down. All of a sudden a rush of heat warmed the air around him, a slight breeze ruffled the curtains and Harry's already untameable hair, his entire bed was changing. Pictures appeared on the wall behind him, the bed morphed into a luxuriously built oak framed single bed-his family name carved into the headboard. His trunk had appeared at the end of his bed and his broomstick was sitting comfortably inside a stand beside it.
Harry smiled, "I love magic".
"Holy cow, Harry! How'd you get that bed!" Neville said hopping into the dormitory, his legs still bound together from the jinx Harry had thrown at him.
"Just choose a bed and sit"
Neville chose the bed directly beside Harry's and collapsed carelessly onto the mattress. Almost instantly, the same heat and wind fluttered his curtains, his four posts morphed into trees with red curtains hanging from their branches. Neville's bed side table became laden with his Herbology books and trunk settled at the end of his bed. Neville sat up straight, admiring his bed and gazing around the room. "I wonder what Ron's will turn into?"
"Hopefully, a mattress on the floor" Harry groaned, his mind more pleasingly situated, on thoughts of a golden hair and crystal grey eyes. "I'm going to bed"
"Err, Harry. Forgetting something?" Neville said gesturing to his legs.