"Luna?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing here?"

/luna shrugged, her dress moving with her. Ten layers of tulle surrounded her in a skirt and the top was made up of a plastic-looking fabric in a light pink shade that was almost white. "I was helping teary first years get back into the common room. They are not quite acquainted with the ways of the Eagle as of yet. It was a very tricky question too, and-Oh, Hermione! You've been crying!"

Hermione rushed past her on the stairs with a quick "Sorry," but Luna grabbed her wrist with her soft fingers. "Please let me go, Luna, I just need to get back to my bed, get this makeup off and-a" Hermione erupted into more sobs. She ran away, dragging the blonde with her, into a dark alcove that wasn't already occupied with snogging couples. The two girls sat down across from each other. Luna reached for Hermione's hand so that they formed a circle with their arms.

"What happened?"

"It's just the guys." Hermione sighed as Luna slid close enough to her so that she could lie her head on her shoulders, taking care to not muss the curls. "They are so frustrating. Not because of what they do but because of what they don't do. Am I making sense?"

"You always make sense, Miss. Granger." Luna stroked her head with those soft fingers. "'I feel so helpless now."

Hermione joined in, "My guitar is not around."

"You learned the song?" Luna turned her head towards Hermione. Her dress straps brushed against the brunette's shoulder and leaned further into her.

"Every line."

Luna breathed in-the sweet smell of Hermione's muggle perfume that reminded Luna of days spent outside of her home watching rabbits. "Then you'll know what line reminds me of this."

"What's th-" Hermione was silenced with a kiss. The kiss was better than anything she'd ever dreamed of when thinking of Krum or even Ron-it had all the romance of a priest saying "You may now kiss the bride" and all the force of a porn star. It made her forget what she was doing, and her tears stopped until the blonde pulled away.

Hermione mumbled," Are you too nervous to be lovers? Friendships ruined with just one kiss."

"I'm not too nervous to be lovers. Are you, Miss Granger?"

Hermione looked at her, really looked at her, observed her, took her in, witnessed her very presence, before she spoke. "Right now, I am." And the tears started again. Luna left her alone with a soft "goodbye."