A/N another extremely short one.
Luna's POV
After twenty minutes of Harry looking daggers at me across the Great Hall, I decided to go to the Gryffindor table. "Why are you looking at me angrily, Harry?" I inquired. "I don't recall doing anything to upset you."
"Go Christmas shopping with Draco, you said. It'll be cute, you said." Harry grumbled.
"Did your day not go as planned?" I pushed.
"As soon as we got to Diagon Alley, we went to Ollivander's. I said that it was cold. Then Draco screamed "NO MY BABY WILL GET PNEUMONIA! SOMEONE GET HIM A
BLANKET, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!" and proceeded to hug me with the tightest grip he could manage and hissed at anyone in a ten meter radius. Long story short, we're not welcome im Ollivander's ever again."
After Harry finished speaking, I decided that there was no way to reply to any of that.
Except for: "You know what made him act out? The nargles."
