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HARRY'S SIDE

3rd person, focused on Harry

Harry had just finished his charms class with the Ravenclaws, and made his way out of the classroom. 
"Wait up, Harry!" Ron called "Bloody hell, the way you're running, makes it seem like you don't want us around!" 
Hermione followed. 
"Sorry Ron.. I'm kind of in a rush to get to the common room" muttered Harry.
"Is that so, Harry? I was just wondering if you'd like to come and feed the Thestrals with me. If not.. that's fine. We have had a long day.. especially with those Daily Prophet people running up to your face for questions.." Luna said, softly. She appeared out of nowhere, as per usual. Harry smiled softly.
"Sorry, Luna. I just want to finish my homework early, so that I can get to the Great Hall for dinner. Maybe tomorrow?" Harry suggested, fixing up his hair as he saw Draco trudging past somberly. He looked at Draco slightly, he didn't have much hatred towards Draco anymore. Especially after he had given Harry his wand during the war. (This au is where he ran towards Hogwarts from the dark side)
"Harry.. Harry!" Hermione yelled, tapping Harry's shoulder. "Are you okay, Harry? You zoomed out for a while.. Why were you looking at Malfoy and did you hear what Luna said?" Hermione asked, looking extremely worried, whilst holding Ron's hand. Harry looked back. 
"Oh! Right, sorry, what were you saying, Luna?"
"I said it was alright. Plus, you have more important things to do anyway.." Luna said smiling, and she tilted her head toward Malfoy. Harry then knew. Luna knew that he had feelings for Draco. Somehow, she had figured it out. Luna, gave a gentle smile and walked off. She went past Harry, and whispered quickly that it was obvious. Harry's eyes widened, how did Luna find out? Is she okay with it? Will she tell anyone? Luna skipped along the path, gping further and further away from the trio.
"Harry.. mate, you okay? You seem a little off.." asked Ron, patting Harry's shoulder. 
"Yeah, I'm great," Harry fibbed. "C'mon, let's go to the common room. Aren't you hungry, Ron?" Harry asked, smiling to hide his true feelings. 
"Yeah, I'm starving! Glad Hermione still isn't in her house elf rights era, otherwise I would be getting judged and hit by books everytime I took a bite from some chicken legs!" Ron said, relieved. He looked as if he was Draco from when he got "hit" by the Hippogriff in their 3rd year. Harry chuckled while thinking about it, it was a funny memory. 
"Excuse me! At least I was in the right mind, unlike you who hated your best friend for getting into the Triwizard Tournament, which by the way, wasn't his fault!" Hermione yelled, angrily. She let her hand go from Ron's hand and started pushing him. 
"My anger wasn't as bad as your debating against those who had house elfs.." Ron muttered under his breath. Ron tried to hold Hermione's hand but she kept refusing. Harry had made it to the common room, with the two couples miles behind him.
"Mimbulus mimbletonia" Harry said. The fat lady let him enter, as the door swung open.