Harry waved off her apology, just glad that she'd arrived. There was something he wanted to do since his conversation with her over the journals and he was pleased that she'd accepted his invitation to join him for lunch. Not only did he honestly want to spend some time with her, but he also got to (hopefully) make her feel a little better after her run in with the buffoon over the weekend.
"I was hoping you'd do me a favour, actually," he smiled, holding his hand out to her. "Let me hold your hand?" He'd been particularly bothered by her admission that no one had every held her hand. Sure, someone must of held her hand before, but not HELD her hand. It might have sounded crazy ... hell, Harry felt a little crazy just thinking it ... but there was a difference. He could at least do that for her. He would have offered to kiss her, but well ... she was one of his good friends and he didn't want to be awkward. More importantly, he wasn't exactly the smoothest of blokes out there ... particularly where woman were concerned. He really didn't want to scare her off kissing for good .... not that he really thought he was that bad. He hoped he wasn't that bad.
Cutting off that line of thought before he could start to obsess over it, he returned to smiling brightly at Luna, hoping she wouldn't just see this as him taking pity on her.