Nobody knew about Harry and Luna, neither did he want anyone to know.
It was their secret. They didn't have to know about them.
He made her happy; he listened to her stories, he noticed the crinkles by her eyes when she laughed hard, a rare but beautiful sight to see.
Christmas holidays, they were together. Snow covered streets, they walked hand in hand. He was astonished when he listened to her talking so much; he loved it.
He loved the time when she would read Hamlet to him;
he loved her voice, he loved her soul.
"This above all: to thine ownself be true."
He was falling in love.
