Honestly, the Gryffindor hadn't expected much more of a reply than what she had given him. Interesting as she was, Luna, she never seemed to talk much. And, when she did, it was always about something completely random that he never quite understood. Harry often wondered what exactly went on inside her mind, but would soon find himself facing a throbbing headache at the mere thought. She was complex, much more than many of his other friends. Maybe that's what made her fun to be around. Though, it did often turn out slightly awkward, because one wouldn't have the faintest clue as to what she was actually saying. Harry nodded his head in an understanding way, before looking around once more.

The teen noticed his blonde friend shiver from the cold. She wasn't covered up well at all for this weather. Perhaps another of the Ravenclaw girls had stolen one of her cloaks again. What a pain that must have been. Harry shuffled in his spot slightly, slipping out of his own jacket in four or so jerking motions. Both hands wrapped around his coat as the boy inched his way toward Luna.
"Here..." said Harry, resting the article of clothing around the sixth year's slender shoulders. He mustered a small smile as he backed away from his slightly intrusive positioning.

His now thinly covered shoulders moved up and down in a small shrug as she launched his question right back. Frankly, nothing at all was up. Harry glanced upward stupidly for a moment, as if checking the goings on in the sky. Nothing at all was going on up there. Just a thick layer of gray, dreary clouds.
"Nothing." He said, bringing those emerald eyes back to her, an undeceive expression pasting itself to the seventeen year-old's face.

That same soft smile still lingered on Harry Potter's face as the Ravenclaw girl's mouth split into a thankful smile. It was nice seeing Luna happy, really. Her optimism was something that he loved about her. No matter what, Luna Lovegood had always managed to see the brighter side of things, always believing in him and making him feel confident. Even if he was to die fighting off Voldemort, he knew that some good would come of it with Luna still around. She'd always think highly of him, even in death, and make his memory something worth while and not just the tragic story of an attention seeking Gryffindor doomed to some horrible fate. What? Luna was the optimistic one, not Harry.

She didn't seem in a very talkative mood today though, which was fine with him. He'd pry it out of her, of course. "Mind if I sit down?" he questioned hopefully, grinning at the blonde while he gestured his head toward the seat next to Ms. Lovegood. A day with Luna was what he needed. She always had been able to make him feel better, and he loved it. Ron and Hermione could be such downers sometimes, but Luna always managed to have some dreamy approach to things, and despite her Ravenclaw colors, they were rarely over-logical and boring. The girl was definitely different from when he met her, though. When she was fourteen, Luna had been quite the oddity, and frankly, Harry was a bit afraid of her. But now...now was...different. In an odd, confusing way that made Harry question himself.

"What are you doing out here all alone, anyway? Did somebody steal something of yours again?" Somebody always did you know, and though Luna had often found it rather amusing, Harry figured it could grow old rather easily. He would help her find whatever it was, of course, because...he could...