Her expression softened, watching him carefully. It was plain the way things weighed on him, and she indulged in the slightly vain thought that he didn't seem as burdened when they were together, when he lost himself in the moment. She tilted her head as she considered. It wasn't as though she was looking forward to the break in their companionship. After a moment she said, "With things like this, I think it's only wrong if it troubles you. I know I'm going to miss being with you all the time." It was something that easily rolled off her tongue. "And I like the way we do things," she confessed. "I don't think it's... I think it's perfectly rational to want to be with someone you... care about. And it's not like I'm not going back home, too. I rather like when you stay over. And really, anytime you want a break from things - I mean, you know my wards better than I do now," she said with something that hinted at pride. "Even if I'm at work, you can always bunker down at my place."
He grinned and nodded. "Sure, I know. And thanks. I hope I'm not making you feel like I'm this odd bloke who goes around telling girls I... care for them every day and such." he said, suddenly feeling a bit more than self-conscious.
Luna had to laugh, though it was merry and understanding. "Never," she assured him with a broad smile. "Harry we did go to school together for a while." And even if she wasn't able to recall his genuine nature, he never treated her as though he was putting her on. The way he said things, the way he looked at her when he said them, she knew they meant something. "You make me feel special, and not like I'm abnormal," she beamed before confessing, "Some of the things I've said to you, I've never said to anyone before."
He smiled. "Then I'm honoured. I've never told anyone some of the things I've said to you before either." he admitted. He reckoned that was likely the best way to have a relationship with someone, was to be honest and to tell them things you'd never otherwise admit. As the waiter cleared their dishes, he asked for the dessert menu. "Are you too full for something sweet?" he asked hopefully, flipping it open and reading along. "I'll even share if you're too full."
She couldn't imagine that the evening could get any better, and then Harry asked for dessert. "Oooh, please something with chocolate," she requested. Her eyes lit up at the idea of dessert, even if she knew she'd never be able to finish one on her own. Her eyes quickly roamed over the menu. "We could split a piece of the chocolate hazelnut torte?" she asked hopefully.
He nodded. "That sounds perfect to me." he said happily as he set the menu aside, ordering it as well as some tea for each of them. "Anyway, so have you heard from your father as to what your next assignment is going to be once you're off holiday?" he asked conversationally.
"Well, my father usually wants me to write political things these days," she replied. "And with the Prophet going on like it does, I don't think it could hurt." And it wasn't as though her father was terribly concerned about who he irritated in the Ministry - really, the only folks who had ever compelled him to back down were Death Eaters, and Luna couldn't imagine even the Ministry of Magic trying their sort of coercion. "Though the magazine may let me do a piece on the different sorts of magical creatures they've used in the Tri-Wizard Tournament - which sounds more interesting than I reckon it'll be," she admitted. "It sounds like an awful lot of reading and not much actual time in the field - although I suppose I could justify snapping a few pictures for the article."
He nodded. "I think that the possibility of Hogwarts hosting the Tri-Wizard tournament again is rubbish." he commented irritably. "I think the only thing that kept it from being a blood bath was Dumbledore." he shook his head and grumbled a bit. "I can't believe they're contemplating it again, can you?