(Luna's Pov)
I didn't like Pansy. I'm sorry, but I really don't.She makes me feel insignificant, and ashamed of myself. I don't know why she bullies me. Maybe it's because of Malfoy.
I was walking through the halls, headed to dinner when I ran into her. She was by herself, and it was only me and her.
Pansy grinned. "How is it, Looney?" I kept walking. "I'm doing well. And my name is Luna." Pansy only laughed. "I think it's Looney. And when Draco says it's Looney, it's definitely Looney."
I shook my head, trying to ignore her. "My name is Luna. It's the name I was born with. Now please leave me be." "I don't think so," Pansy swung her wand around.
"What's with you and Neville?" I felt my face grow hot. "What's with you and Draco?" Pansy for a moment looked shocked, and then she was angry. "You little...Flipendo!"
The force knocked me backwards, and I hit the wall on the other side of the hallway. It really hurt, and I groaned in pain. Before I could stand, Pansy kicked me in the ribs, and then leaned in close.
"Don't you dare hit me back if you know what's good for you. You're nothing but a Looney, and face it, you always will be." She turned, and stalked off.
Once she was gone, I stood, and coughed. The kick in the ribs really hurt, especially after hitting the wall.
Unable to contain them, tears slid out of my eyes as I leaned against the wall. Maybe Pansy was right. Maybe I was a Looney, and that's why people like her bullied me.
I felt the tears come out in full force, and I pressed my forehead against the stone wall.
And then, I was pulled gently away from the wall and hugged. I smelled plants and earth. Neville.
I buried my face in his shirt, staining it with tears. "It's okay, Luna. You're not a Looney." I smiled a bit, my sobs slowly stopping.
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I apologize for the amount of feels in this chapter 😱
-Clo
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