Luna rolled an apple to one of the Thestrals. The baby Thestral nudged its head at the apple and pushed it away. Luna's hand went back into her bag and took out a slab of meat and threw the meat so that it landed right in front of the baby. The baby smelled it and took it with it's teeth and went away to eat it.
She then took out her silver jewelry box with rubies on it. She sat it on the ground next to a bush and stepped back one step and sat and watched intently at the box.
She heard the snap of a twig.
"Hello," Luna said in her dream-like voice.
"Luna, what are you doing here? You know you shouldn't be in the forest at night, and alone," Harry said. He sat down next to her.
"I'm looking for Pixies. They love unfound items."
So they sat there waiting to see if a pixie arrives. The sky was a purple shade and it kept getting darker. Harry got up and brushed off his trousers, then held a hand out for Luna to get up. She took his hand and got up.
They walked back to the school talking about what they are planning to do when vacation comes. When they finally got to the school it was dinner time.
Luna stopped in front of the doors.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
"No. I think I am going to go finish my homework," Luna said.
"See you tomorrow, Luna."
"Bye, Harry." And she went of skipping down the corridor humming a melody she made up. When she turned a corner she ran straight into Pansy. Luna looked up and saw that Draco, Pansy, and Blaise were talking. She quietly said "sorry" and she went around them. She felt eyes looking at her, glaring at her while she skipped quickly towards the Ravenclaw common room.
There was something different about Luna, Draco thought. Or maybe I never really noticed her. Draco was the only one left in the Slytherin common room.
Was her eyes always that big? Was her hair always that golden and wavy? He shook his head trying to forget about those feelings. He couldn't actually have a 'crush' on Loony. That's impossible. Bizarre. Unreal. But somehow in that thickness of impossibility there was a tiny speck of possibility. Draco considered the person he was. Or the person everyone that he was. He had a reputation. And he couldn't lose that reputation.
He groaned. Stressed from the thinking. He didn't know what was building up inside him. He didn't like the feeling. He didn't know how he got the feeling. But he wished he never had it. He pushed away the feeling. He got up and dragged himself up the stairs. He feel asleep instantly.
Harry worried about Luna. He didn't know why she didn't come to supper. He didn't want her to be alone at night walking, or skipping, through the corridors. Harry hated losing people. Especially losing people he cared about. He knew that if she got hurt, or worse died, then the loss took over him and made him feel guilty because he knew that he could've saved the person or helped them.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione's worried tone reminded him of a mother. He was glad that he had people who cared about him and was there to help him.
"Nothing really. I was wondering why Luna didn't come to supper."
"I think that she is just tired from all that magical creature hunting," Hermione assure him. And they all got up and walked to the Gryffindor common room. Exhausted they all went to bed.
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