He doesn't know how it happened, but suddenly Luna is always there.
No, he thinks, that isn't right. She's always there for him and at that thought he almost smiles. Almost, because smiles are harder than he remembered.
He's in the library, flipping through a book but not reading the words as they fly by when Luna pulls out the chair beside him. She's silent and Harry just stares down at his book, silent too and unseeing. It takes a moment before he realizes that his vision is blurry because of tears. Shamefully, he blinks them away, just as he feels Luna's fingers brush against his palm on the table. He grabs at her fingers and wipes his eyes with his other hand.
"Hello Harry," Luna says, dreamily, as if they were passing in the hall.
"Hi Luna."
"What are you studying?" She has this way of glassing over his weakness and acting normal, normal for her of course.
"Nothing," he says, closing the book and pushing it away from him. "I can't concentrate anyway." Luna smiles and tilts her head to the side. They sit like that for a while, hands still intertwined on the table. "I just," Harry begins but has to stop to swallow the lump in his throat. "I just miss him a lot, you know."
Luna's smile doesn't falter and Harry feels her hand tighten slightly in his. "I know, Harry," she says this like he told her about the extraordinary qualities of dirigible plums. "Sometimes I think about my mum." And Harry isn't sure what that has to do with anything before he remembers that she's gone and Luna must miss her, too. "I'm sure Sirius was very important to you." Luna's conversations always felt non-sequitur but Harry could fill in the gaps.
"Thank you," is all he can think to say. Luna slides her hand free of his, smiles tight-lipped and stands up.
"I'll see you later, Harry." And he can just watch as she leaves the library and he suddenly feels so much lighter.
Harry/Luna, i came here with a load, pg
No, he thinks, that isn't right. She's always there for him and at that thought he almost smiles. Almost, because smiles are harder than he remembered.
He's in the library, flipping through a book but not reading the words as they fly by when Luna pulls out the chair beside him. She's silent and Harry just stares down at his book, silent too and unseeing. It takes a moment before he realizes that his vision is blurry because of tears. Shamefully, he blinks them away, just as he feels Luna's fingers brush against his palm on the table. He grabs at her fingers and wipes his eyes with his other hand.
"Hello Harry," Luna says, dreamily, as if they were passing in the hall.
"Hi Luna."
"What are you studying?" She has this way of glassing over his weakness and acting normal, normal for her of course.
"Nothing," he says, closing the book and pushing it away from him. "I can't concentrate anyway." Luna smiles and tilts her head to the side. They sit like that for a while, hands still intertwined on the table. "I just," Harry begins but has to stop to swallow the lump in his throat. "I just miss him a lot, you know."
Luna's smile doesn't falter and Harry feels her hand tighten slightly in his. "I know, Harry," she says this like he told her about the extraordinary qualities of dirigible plums. "Sometimes I think about my mum." And Harry isn't sure what that has to do with anything before he remembers that she's gone and Luna must miss her, too. "I'm sure Sirius was very important to you." Luna's conversations always felt non-sequitur but Harry could fill in the gaps.
"Thank you," is all he can think to say. Luna slides her hand free of his, smiles tight-lipped and stands up.
"I'll see you later, Harry." And he can just watch as she leaves the library and he suddenly feels so much lighter.