My first time writing a fanfic story, slightly confused, dunno how to go about. But still:)

Disclaimer: I am NOT J.K. Rowlings and will never be her, even though I admire her. Thus, anything to do with Harry Potter is not mine. Except for Pimply-Druffs!

She longed to be with her Beloved. It was agony. She saw her Beloved almost everyday, longed to show her affection to her. But how could she do that, when her Beloved was her brother's best friend?

Hermione's POV

I sauntered to the library. It was high time that I found a new book to read. My latest find, The Rise and Fall of the Wizards of Stonehenge, was a little too disturbing for my tastes. Who knew that ancient wizards once devised a way to make nose hairs grow longer? I swear that if Ron ever grew longer, I would just push him out of the Astronomy Tower. Maybe Professor Trelawney might predict that end for him, though I doubt she could even predict the future. That old bat was as much a fraud as the Quibbler was.

I had nearly finished my breakfast when the Quibbler came. Glancing at the title, I nearly choked my toast. No, this could not be true… No. Way.

Then I saw Harry.

I had to hide it from Harry, to protect his remaining sanity and to avoid his extremely volatile temper. He had been in high spirits after completing his first task, but the thought of finding a partner for the Yule Ball was driving him nuts. And Ron could not have been any better either. After that horrific episode with Cho and Fleur, they were not going to take this light-heartedly.

"Hermione? Are you ok? You look, you look blue," Harry began uncertainly. Oh, he was so cute he sounded uncertain. Then, stupid Ron had to spoil it.

"Well, she did choke on her toast," he said, feverishly buttering his toast. God, how could anyone eat so much butter? I was not dieting, yet I knew that the amount of butter he was drowning his toast in was enough to kill a diabetic person in less than a minute. Call it instant death.

"I'll be going back to the library. See you during lunch?" I said, gathering my bag.

"Don'f bofh-er 'ookin' 'or ush," Ron rumbled through his mouthful of toast. I stared at him. He stared back. "W'af?"

Harry glanced apologetically at me. "Sorry, gotta catch up on my homework. Trelawney's demanding a whole foot of parchment on tea leaves." To be honest, Harry DOES NOT look cute when he was apologetic, especially if he was being apologetic to me.

"Oh well… Bye then. See you at dinner, I guess," I started. But I could see that I had already lost them. Time to find a victim…

Luna's POV

I doubt she even saw me. She was ranting rather loudly at some poor Year One. So much for Gryffindors being chivalrous. At least a Ravenclaw did not need to pretend to be more loyal than thou. Of course, that Year One would probably not ask the dear Gryffindor Lioness for help with homework anymore. Wait, I think she spotted me! Oh well…

"You're a Ravenclaw! What are you doing in the Gryffindor commonroom?" Too late, I remembered my friend's warning of Gryffindors being extremely territorial, like real lions. Even that terrified Year One was glaring back at me with such ferocity that could scare an ordinary person to death. Then again, I was no ordinary person. I was a Ravenclaw. And I had a pimply-druff hanging from the ceiling.

"Oh, Ginny invited me in. You should really check with people before you start heckling. Just like some flea-bitten lioness. And don't let the pimply-druff get you, their bites are pretty nasty." I could see that I lost her at 'some flea-bitten lioness'. How sweet.

"What's a 'pimpy-gruff," asked the Year One.

"PIMPLY-DRUFF!!! A tiny purple dragon with three horns growing out of its head. It helps as a guard against violent individuals and…"

"OUT OF THE GRYFFINDOR COMMONROOM!!!"

That had to the damn Head Prefect, Fletcher Conan. Oh look! Ginny to the rescue!

"Don't yell at my friend!" Then, turning to me, she mumbled, "Out."

Once out, she turned to face me, despair clearly written on her face. "Luna, you're supposed to help me! Not piss her off. Now she's gonna hate me. She hates freaking Ravenclaws after Greg boasted that he wrote to the Quibbler saying Harry and Ron were… in love with each other."

"Actually, Father printed that article in the latest edition…"

"ARGH!!!!!"

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