Title: Quite Certain

Author: 2NiteItBeginz

Pairing: Harry/Luna

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, we would all rejoice, because Sirius wouldn't have died. Then again, maybe we wouldn't rejoice... look, the point is I'm not J. K. Rowling. OK?

Warnings: post-OotP, (kinda, they're by the lake, so this takes place a bit before the train station...) so spoilers for all the books up until then. Ummm... probably swearing, too, cuz I've got a potty mouth :smiles sheepishly:

Summary: Harry is quite certain Luna is a genius. Others would beg to say otherwise.

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"I'm quite certain Luna is a genius."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting by the lake when Harry made this seemingly random statement. The other members of the Golden Trio looked at Harry like he was insane, which in fact was a possibility running through their minds.

"I'm sorry Harry," Hermione spoke calmly, "But I'm quite certain I just heard you say something completely ridiculous. Could you repeat that?"

Harry threw a disgruntled look her way, but dutifully complied, "Sure. I'm quite certain Luna Lovegood is a genius."

"Harry, are you feeling all right?"

"Yes..." Harry drew the word out as he looked at Hermione strangely, "Why?"

"Because obviously, you've gone completely insane. Harry, you do realize who you're talking about, don't you? Loony Lovegood? Preacher and protector of Crumple Horned Snorkacks :snort: everywhere? Is any of this ringing a bell?"

"First of all, her name isn't Loony, it's Luna," Harry scowled at Hermione, "And she was put in Ravenclaw for a reason, you know. It wasn't because blue's her favorite color. If that were how we were all sorted, I'd be in Slytherin, Ron'd... still be in Gryffindor, actually..."

"And proud of it!" Ron finally spoke up. He had previously been unusually quiet.

"And you, dearest Hermione, wouldn't be in any house, you purple loving freak." Harry finished with a grin.

"Hey!"

"Meant only in the best way, of course," Harry added hastily as he saw the dangerous look in Hermione's eyes.

"Well, yes, but..." Hermione floundered, "Luna Lovegood, Harry?" Hermione finished with a desperate note in her voice.

"Yes, Luna Lovegood, Hermione."

"Luna Lovegood what?" Ginny Weasley asked as she wandered over.

"And where have you been? Madame Pomfrey said not to put a lot of weight on that ankle!" Ron asked rather over protectively.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Snogging random Slytherins in broom closets, Ron. You should try it sometime; it might help get that stick out of your arse."

Harry and Hermione burst out laughing, while Ron's eyes were bugging out of his head as he turned the infamous Weasley red.

"Who! I'll rip them all limb from li-"

Ron broke off suddenly as he noticed Harry and Hermione, both still with random snickers escaping.

"And just what are you two laughing at?"

That just set them off again, and Ron stared at them indignantly as they had to practically hold on to each other to keep from falling down.

Ginny, who had been looking at the laughing duo with an amused look on her face, turned to her brother as the amusement changed into exasperation.

"They're laughing at you, you great prat."

"Me?" Ron asked, ignoring the second part of Ginny's statement, "Why are they laughing at me, then?"

"Because you're a complete dolt. I was joking. I haven't snogged any Slytherins. Although, I must say, that Blaise Zabini..." Ginny trailed off.

"There will be no Slytherin snogging!" Ron spluttered

"Yeah, Ginny, and besides, isn't Blaise Zabini that one Italian girl in our year? I mean, yeah, she's fit, but... Ginny, is there something you'd like to tell us?" Harry asked, having recovered from his laughing fit.

"Nooooooo..." Ginny grew red in the face, "Zabini is the really dishy black bloke with amazing cheekbones. Perv."

"Hey! I'm deeply offended," Harry grinned, pointing to his heart, "See, you've wounded me right here, you have."

"Yes. I wounded you. Pah."

"Saviors of the wizarding world have feelings, too!"

"I'm sure," Ginny replied skeptically, "Anyway, what about Luna?" She quickly got back on topic.

Ron, seeing his chance to get a bit of payback at Harry, said, "Oh, Harry was just telling us about how he has a mad crush on her."

Harry promptly turned so red he was almost purple and squeaked, "What?" But everyone was too busy laughing to answer him. Recovering, he scowled darkly.

"I don't have a crush on her!"

"Of course not," Ginny pat Harry's head patronizingly.

"Oh, shut up."

To Harry's great dismay, they didn't.

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A/N: Heya! This is my first Harry Potter fic, so if it sucks (or if you like it, for that matter) then say so in a review :hint hint: