All Over You

All Over You- (song fic to Live's All Over You from Throwing Copper)

By Bunnymassacrer

Our love is like water...

Harry's eyes wandered across the bustling Great Hall. It was the first day that it actually felt like spring after a seemingly endless, bitter winter. It appeared everyone was in high spirits. His gaze darted among his peers until it landed at the Ravenclaw table. He focused on a figure and suddenly everyone else just faded away...

The figure felt his gaze and slowly transferred her attention from the magazine she was reading to his hopeful face. He gave her a confident grin and she beamed, a genuine smile spreading across her face. Harry always could tell when she was really smiling, for her eyes lost their dreaminess for a moment and crinkled around the edges. The connection they shared flowed between them, and it was as though no one else was in the entire school - until a second-year stole her away by asking for the butter.

Harry sighed, his eyes lingering on her long, wispy blond hair as she turned her back to him.

"...and I was completely-" Hermione, whom he had been sitting next to, suddenly reappeared as reality set in again. She followed his stare and rolled her eyes. "Oh, Harry. You can do much better than her... I mean, I know she is sweet and all, but clearly Luna Lovegood is not your type..."

Pinned down and abused

For being strange

"You are soon going to lose interest and all you are going to end up doing is breaking that poor girl's heart," Hermione rambled on matter-of-factly.

Ron, who was on the other side of Hermione, glanced over at the Ravenclaw table as well. "Hermione's right, mate. You know that temper of yours... her dottiness is bound to work you up sometime or other."

Harry said nothing. While "that temper of his" had been easily awoken last year, this year he had just been holding everything inside. Hermione and Ron always treated him like a fragile piece of china... extraordinary but it might slip out of one's hands and shatter at any moment if one wasn't careful. Luna treated him like an equal.

"Anyway Harry, I know Parvati Patil has always been, well, a bit wet, but still she has really smartened up this year. I mean, there has to be a reason she was put in Gryffindor besides just to share hair tips with Lavender, you know? And she was in the DA. Maybe you should get to know her a little better..."

Harry tuned Hermione out.

Our love is no other

Than me alone for me all day

When Hermione realized that Harry had returned to his own world (a place he seemed to be going quite often these days), she gave an exasperated sigh and started on Ron. "And you! I cannot believe the way you acted when Fleur Delacour visited the school with your brother yesterday! They were on business with Dumbledore, we weren't even meant to see them...."

At the Ravenclaw table, Luna was perched upon the bench, diligently working on a butterbeer cap necklace for a certain someone. She hummed absent-mindedly under her breath and occasionally took a bite of toast. Luna was about to nibble into her toast once more when she felt the icy presence of a glare. After all, if one has been stared at for most of one's life, it was easy to identify the different types of looks people gave without even seeing them. Luna shrugged it off and resumed work on her necklace.

The sweeping of robes and an indignant "hmph" announced that someone wanted to talk to her; this person was not Harry. Luna sighed, slid the remaining caps and the necklace into her pocket, and adjusted her wand before turning around to face whoever held her in such low esteem.

"Oh, hello, Cho," Luna said brightly.

"Um, hi, Luna," Cho mumbled, quite taken aback by the way Luna so kindly regarded her boyfriend's past interest. "So you're with Harry now?"

Luna looked around, and then turned back to Cho. "Oh, no. Harry's over there!" She pointed at the Gryffindor table. Cho's eyes widened. She would have taken this response as banter if it weren't for Luna's cheerful demeanor.

"Um... no... that's... not exactly what I meant," Cho recovered. "What I meant was, are you two an item?"

Luna looked slightly taken aback. "No, I'm quite sure we are both proper nouns." Cho flushed, and fly-aways started to escape her glossy ponytail.

"No! What I mean is, are you two together?! Going out! A couple!" she hissed exasperatedly.

"Oh! Then why didn't you just say so?" Luna giggled as if it was insane for Cho to have phrased her question the way she had earlier. "Well..." Luna's luminous blue eyes misted over and her expression changed, making it impossible for Cho to read. "We're just good friends. That's all... just good friends."

"Oh... well..." That certainly wasn't the answer Cho had been expecting. One would have thought any girl who was obviously the object of Harry Potter's affection would be flaunting it! After all, he was a hero... But from the way Luna glanced hopefully at the Gryffindor table, it was obvious she felt something more than just friendship. Cho decided to go along with her plan.

"Is that all you wanted to know?" asked Luna quizzically.

"Well actually, Luna, I wanted to warn you." Cho dramatically sat down besides Luna. (There was quite enough room for her theatrics; there were generally a lot of empty spaces around Luna). "Last year, I was with Harry, and we were very much in love..." she sighed. "Or so I thought. Actually, I believe he did love me, but that Hermione Granger is quite intimidating, you know? I believe he feared her reaction to our relationship so much that he clung onto his feelings for her as well."

Cho acknowledged Luna's faintly bewildered expression. "Oh, I'm not saying it was Harry's fault, Luna," she continued. "Don't get me wrong. That Granger girl has a tendency to think she is the hat right of Merlin, just because she is so smart! I should know. My friend Lorelei noticed how whenever she was in the library during her fourth year, poor Victor Krum would just huddle behind his books and not say a word. And if Hermione wasn't there he wouldn't even go in! She probably forced him into going to the Yule Ball with her.

"Anyway, Luna, the point is that if you have feelings for Harry, beware of Hermione Granger. She might snatch him away if you aren't careful," said Cho, finishing her speech. She stood to leave.

"Thank you for the advice, Cho," said Luna sincerely. "It is also quite possible he spotted an Amorinor while with Hermione one day. Their presence only affects males, you know, causing them to fall in love with the first female they see."

"Um... right." Cho made the face that people often made when Luna voiced her ideas. She turned to leave, but stopped. "Oh, also, Luna.... Harry might just be trying to get over me... I mean, I cared for him very deeply but I will not be second to another woman. He might just be... on the rebound, as they say. Well, I'll see you around!" With that, Cho marched off to join her posse at the more popular end of the Ravenclaw table.

Our love is like water...

Pinned down and abused

Luna stared at Cho's retreating figure, and then shook her head. It was true; Cho was very pretty, but it was hard for Luna to understand how the Harry she knew could ever be attracted to her. "Oh, well." She shrugged, brushing the thought from her mind. "To each his own."

Harry was able to separate himself from Ron and Hermione quite easily; they were still arguing rather heatedly. With a simple "see ya", Harry slipped away right before the trio started to climb the staircase. Making his way through the crowd, Harry headed back towards the Great Hall. He stopped right outside of it, waiting for Luna.

Harry saw her rise gracefully from the Ravenclaw table and collect her books. She moved so smoothly, like a dancer. "I don't like dancing very much," Harry recalled Luna saying on the train to Hogwarts at the beginning of his fifth year. It didn't seem to matter - she walked with the grace of a professionally trained ballerina.

Harry was drawn out of his trance when two Fourth Years ran by Luna as she glided away from the table, knocking into her and causing her to trip. The Fourth Years giggled to each other and ran off without even apologizing. The anger that Harry had been holding in all year was starting to boil over and he clenched his fists. Just before he was about to march after the boys, he caught a glimpse of Luna sitting on the floor laughing at him. Once again, his temper faded away, as it so often did around Luna.

All over you, all over me

The sun, the fields, the sky

"Well, what's so funny?" he demanded, striding forward to help her up.

"Oh, you. I still cannot imagine why you would have ever thought there would have been a chance of you ending up in Slytherin! Even with your connection." Luna shook her head, still smiling. It amazed Harry how she could speak of such sensitive matters with him so casually and he did not blow his top. Maybe it was because she didn't tiptoe around the issue like the few people who knew Harry's fate did.

"And why is that?" asked Harry, feigning frustration.

"You are too noble. A true Gryffindor." Luna looked up at him as she took his outstretched hand, a hint of admiration in her eyes.

"Well, if an ever-so-clever Ravenclaw says so, it must be true!" joked Harry, taking Luna's satchel and leading her out of the now-empty Great Hall.

I've often tried to hold the sea,

The sun, the fields, the tide

They sat on the far end of the lake, soaking in the warmth of the clear Saturday. The lake shimmered in the sunlight and green finally seemed to be returning to the trees. Harry gazed off into the distant mountains as Luna studied, for her O.W.L's were drawing nearer.

Harry watched her as she turned the pages of her text and jotted down notes on a piece of parchment. She seemed so peaceful... as did everything around them. But Harry knew his fate, and if he failed... this would all be destroyed.

"Well, that's enough for today." Luna closed the book and promptly sat up, tucking her wand behind her ear once more. She crept closer to Harry and sat down next to him. Unlike a lot of the couples they knew their age, they didn't always have to be touching to feel connected. "What's wrong?"

"Luna... look at all this." Harry jerked his head to indicate the surrounding scenery. "It's all so beautiful and peaceful... and the fate of it rests with me." Harry held his head in his hands. "How am I supposed to live, knowing that I am the only one who can save us? Me! I'm not a hero! I'm the one the bullies gang up on... and crush. I can't save anyone... never mind the world!" Harry felt his throat tightening, but he knew he wouldn't cry. He couldn't cry, no matter how much pain he was in. It was as if his eyes had been dried forever. "I couldn't even save Sirius."

Pay me now, lay me down

Luna listened quietly, head on knees, gazing out onto the lake. She looked at Harry- glad his face was still hidden so he couldn't see the sadness in her eyes, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Harry, you did save Sirius. You saved him in more ways than you could know." Luna felt an ache in her chest. For one thing, the subject of the death of Sirius Black, who had been Harry's godfather, always reminded her of her own mother's death. The other reason was that she could feel the pain that was tearing Harry's own heart apart, a pain she wished she could steal away from him so she could be the one who had to suffer.

"Azkaban steals a person's soul, even without a dementor's kiss," whispered Luna, shuddering as she remembered the return of a favourite uncle from that horrid place. "You gave him a reason to live. You gave him back the part of him Azkaban had stolen. There are worse things than death, Harry."

Harry gave a dry laugh. "You sound like Dumbledore."

"Well, it's true. You know we'll see them again."

Harry nodded. He knew that part of the connection he and Luna shared was the hope of what was beyond the veil in the Department of Mysteries. "Yeah..."

"Here, I made this for you." Luna retrieved the necklace from her pocket and handed it to Harry. "It's just like mine... except, well, I charmed my initials into one of the caps. Don't worry, they're very small!" Luna blushed. Harry took the necklace carefully, as if it were made out of diamonds instead of butterbeer caps.

"Thanks, Luna."

And Harry meant it. He knew he didn't have to go on and on about his gratitude for the gift, like some girls would have wanted.

"Whatever that is going to happen will happen, Harry Potter. Voldemort is going to come back- we know that. But it is certainly very unlikely that it is going to happen now," Luna stated. Somehow, this calmed him. Besides Hermione and Dumbledore, Luna was the only other person he knew who said Voldemort's name. "Just remember, the bullies are always the ones who get crushed in the end... I mean, all those people who laugh at me for believing in Muckdingers are never going to know how to spot one and the next thing you know they will trapped within the Earth forever!" she added, with all seriousness.

Harry laughed, for real this time. "Of course, Luna, of course."

Our love is like water

The sun was beginning to set, which meant dinner would soon be appearing on the house tables. When his troubles were settled heavily on his stomach, the absence of lunch didn't mean much to Harry Potter. Now, however, he was starving. He jogged up the castle grounds as Luna skipped merrily in front of him.

Pausing to catch his breath, he noticed a group of people who were sure to ruin his appetite. He caught up to Luna, who hadn't noticed and didn't care who was blocking their way into the castle, and gently tugged on her sleeve.

"Come on, Luna, let's go around the side," Harry said warily, keeping his eyes on the group.

"Huh?" said Luna, looking puzzled. "But Harry, it's faster this way-"

It was too late now. Draco Malfoy and his cronies had heard her and were now looking around. Draco suddenly spotted them and his mouth curled into a malicious smile.

"Oh look, the Loon and the Nutter... together. What a perfect couple!" Draco smirked, as his comrades laughed hysterically.

Pinned down and abused,

For being strange

"Loons?! Where?!" Luna exclaimed, alarmed. "The call of the Loon is said to have many meanings... and danger is one of them." Harry flinched, not because what she said embarrassed him, but because he knew Malfoy would round on her now.

"Whatever, Lovegood. You obviously answer to the call of the Loon," leered Malfoy. The group seemed to find this particularly funny.

"Shut up, Malfoy. At least we don't answer to the call of Voldemort," Harry snarled. Luna sensed the fight and pulled on Harry's robes, but he wouldn't budge.

The laughter instantly died. "Watch what you say, Potter," Malfoy glared. "Someday you're going to pay for all the disrespect you've caused. You just wait. You'll end up just like Sirius Black." He stepped forward, Crabbe and Goyle following.

Harry felt his temper rising again; he was going to lose it...

There are things worse than death, Harry...Luna's voice echoed in his head, along with Dumbledore's warning to Voldemort.

He laughed. Malfoy and his friends' jaws dropped.

"He's just as crazy as her!" someone declared.

Malfoy recovered first. "As if we didn't already know that, Nott." Malfoy glared straight into Harry's eyes, trying to stir him up again.

"Whatever, Malfoy. At least I won't end up like your father." With that, Harry turned, grabbed Luna's hand, and marched straight past the Slytherin gang into the castle. He knew Draco would try to hex him, but the angry sputtering from Malfoy's mouth could not even harm a worm.

Our love is no other

Than me alone for me all day

After dinner, Luna and Harry waited for the halls to clear so he could walk her to the Ravenclaw common room in peace. They lingered around the corner from the portrait entrance for a few moments.

"You know I wouldn't know what to do without you, right?" Harry asked quietly, playing with Luna's hand and not meeting her eyes. It was the most he could say to let her know how he felt, the connection between them, two people who were practically still strangers.

"Yes. Without me, you wouldn't know what to do if you came across a Crumble-horn Snorkack," Luna replied earnestly. But when Harry looked at her face he saw that her eyes were laughing.

"Good night, Harry Potter." She slowly pulled her hand away from his, then reached up and ruffled his messy black hair. With a dreamy smile, she turned away and entered the Ravenclaw common room, leaving Harry in a stupor.

Our love is like angels...

Pinned down and abused

All over you, all over me

The sun, the fields, the sky

I've often tried to hold the sea,

The sun, the fields, the tide

Pay me now, lay me down...