Ever since it happened, she had been trying not to think of it. Though when she tried to put it out of her mind completely, she only thought about it even more. That was just the way her brain worked, she supposed. She was looking forward to hanging out with Harry anyway. She didn't get to see him nearly enough as she'd like. Of course maybe if she was around more, that wouldn't happen. As it was, she kept wondering about whether or not she should leave again.
When he asked if she'd hold his hand, it was the first time, possibly in history that Luna looked at Harry like he had three heads. As if she didn't understand what hand holding was, and even more possibly that she really didn't understand why he'd want to do something like that. "Hold your hand? Why do you want to hold my hand? You don't like me." Though it was only when she said it out loud that she realized how awful that sounded. "I mean.. you know what I mean. We're friends, Harry. Holding hands is supposed to be.. special. I mean I think. From what I've read in stories. It isn't that I don't want to hold your hand, Harry. You should just hold the hand of someone you like."
Finally she smiled at him a little so that he hopefully wouldn't be upset about it. Besides even if she never got to do any of those things, that didn't mean she'd have an awful life, right?