That night, I lay in bed wide awake. Why did I care if Harry was taking Luna? I didn't! Yet I couldn't seem to make myself believe that.

The next morning, I woke up and headed to the Great Hall. I was starving! I sat down and felt a tap on my back. I turned around and saw Luna. Play it cool! I told myself. " H-Hey Luna!" I said stuttering. " Hello Ron, I believe this is yours?" She said holding up... My maroon Christmas sweater!!! " Uh-um- you see... Its mine," I said blushing. " Well tell your mom she has lovely sewing skills!" She said brightly. I nodded and took the sweater, turning red.