A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, more will be coming soon.
Disclaimer: I still do no own Harry Potter.
The next morning, Ron, Harry, and Ginny were all talking to Seamus and Dean about the previous night's match while Hermione had her nose in Hogwarts, A History once again. Ron turned around after someone tapped his shoulder to find Luna holding his sweater.
"Here. Thanks for it last night." She pushed her arms out, the big folded mass of maroon fabric revealing the mustard yellow 'R' on top.
"I said you could keep it." Ron's voice was low, his ears turning red. At this, Ginny and Hermione looked at each other, faces filled with glee.
"Okay then." Luna said brightly, unaware of Ron's embarrassment, and sat down next to him. She placed the sweater in her bag before picking up a piece of toast and buttering it.
After several minutes of alternatively looking down at his plate and scarfing down anything within reach, Ron looked up to see Ginny and Hermione glancing at him, Luna, then back to him, and whispering. Ron glared at his sister and best friend and continued eating.
By this time, Luna had finished eating and was currently holding an issue of the Quibbler upside down and looking at an ad for perfume that supposedly attracted wrackspurts. They're bloody mental if they think I fancy Luna. I mean, she's Luna Lovegood, Hogwarts' resident wacko. Well, I mean, she is kinda cute, and her eyes are pretty…- but she's totally crazy! I'm starting to think those two are messed up...