The Master Plan, Come Undone.
Harry really was having a fantastic week. Ginny had asked him to the last Hogsmeade weekend before Christmas, Quidditch practice had been great, and no one had given him any grief about the party the previous weekend. He stretched back on the sofa, sighed happily and put his arm around Ginny's shoulders. Ron looked up from his chess game, and gave Harry a half-smile and looked intently back at the board. Hermione gave Harry a reassuring smile and watched as Ron's Bishop smashed her Queen from the board, chuckling to himself. She frowned, and prodded her wand at the board. Harry grinned, pulled Ginny a little closer, and smirked at Dean, who was setting light to small scraps of parchment, with an ugly expression on his face.
Ginny turned her head to Harry, and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"I'm off to bed now," she whispered in his ear. "See you for breakfast?"
"Sure thing, sexy pants," replied Harry, and kissed her on the lips, softly at first, before he was interrupted by Ron clearing his throat. Ginny stood and slowly walked to the staircase and waited as Hermione said her goodnights, and they ascended the stairs together.
"So, you and my little sister," muttered Ron, as he slumped heavily onto the sofa.
"Yeah," said Harry, a little defensively.
"Don't mess her about Harry," he grumbled. "I don't want you dumping her for the first witch in a short skirt that catches your eye."
Harry suppressed a snort of laughter, as he noticed Ron's ears were a little red, so put on his 'serious' face.
"It's alright Ron, I really like her, and I think we'll be really happy together.
"Ok mate," mumbled Ron. "See you in the morning." He clapped his hand on Harry's shoulder, and made his way to the stairs.
Harry stretched his arms up, and rested his hands behind his head. Life was good just now. His master plan had worked, Ginny had been so jealous over Luna at the Slug Club Party that she'd dumped poor Dean almost straight away. Harry grinned to himself. Everything had worked out great, he was going out with Ginny, him and Luna were still friends, Hermione was keeping Ron in line about Ginny, even Dean was being checked out by Lavender.
Although... He'd had a great time with Luna, and there really was something about her. Harry found his thoughts drifting off to the dancing at the party, and that niche in Ravenclaw Tower where Harry had enjoyed himself very much. He stood up and shook his head, as if to rid himself of such thoughts, and slowly headed up to his dormitory.
Harry settled himself into bed, the other boys were snoring, grumbling and mumbling in their sleep, he drew the curtains and pulled the covers up to his chin. He smiled faintly to himself, and drifted off to sleep.
Harry stepped up through the portrait hole, to find Ginny and Luna in the common room, almost nose to nose. Ginny's eyes were blazing, Luna looked furious.
"He's my fucking boyfriend, so keep your eyes off him!" hissed Ginny.
"He's not your boyfriend, you nasty little bitch," screeched Luna. "You only asked him out on a date!"
Ginny's hand seemed to part the air as it landed with a sharp crack on Luna's cheek. An ugly red mark bloomed almost immediately as Luna launched herself at Ginny, grabbing a fistful of her dark red hair. Ginny screamed, and suddenly they were rolling on the floor, screaming, scratching and biting. Harry seemed to come to, and ran over and separated them, holding them each at arm's length. They both turned their faces towards Harry, and spoke simultaneously.
"Harry, we love you..."
He shook his head, and looked around the deserted common room, and found Hermione leaning against the wall, arms folded, pouting at him.
Harry looked down the two struggling girls in his hands, their eyes narrowed seductively. What was going on?
Harry awoke suddenly, bathed in sweat, and half hanging out of bed. He grabbed his handkerchief and mopped his brow, and checked his watch. Harry groaned at the sight of it, swung his legs out of bed, and headed for the bathroom.
Suitably showered and dressed, Harry headed down to the common room, and slumped into the sofa by the fireplace. He drummed his fingers impatiently, and spotted Crookshanks lurking in a nearby corner. Harry grabbed a scrap of parchment, and scribbled a note to Ginny on it. He tucked the note into Crookshanks collar, and whispered 'Ginny' and the cat slowly wandered up the stairs, bottlebrush tail sticking jauntily up in the air. Harry watched the bandy-legged cat for a second, and made his way down to the Great Hall.
Seven flights of stairs later and after grumbling about the location of the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry slowly pushed open the oak doors of the Great Hall. The Hall was almost completely dark, only a pathway lit by flickering candles in jars, leading him towards the head table. Stood on a small podium, lit from above as in a West End musical was Luna, wearing the dress she had worn to the Slug Club party. Harry's jaw almost hit the ground, and he found himself walking along the lit pathway towards her. He paused for a second and shook his head. The scene abruptly disappeared and Harry was in the middle of the Great Hall, looking vacant in during a busy Saturday breakfast. Harry looked around, almost to regain his bearings, and spotted Luna at the Ravenclaw table. He made his way over, and sat beside her.
"Morning Harry," she said dreamily.
Harry cleared his throat and smiled at her. "Morning Luna. You look nice this morning, you off to Hogsmeade?"
Luna blushed, ever so slightly, and smiled back at Harry. "Of course, I need to get Christmas presents."
"I'm going with Ginny, but do you want to meet up in the Three Broomsticks later?"
"I'd love to Harry," she said sweetly. She squeezed his hand and Harry felt a familiar squirming in his stomach. He looked up, and Ginny was walking through the Great Hall. She smiled brightly at Luna as she sat down next to Harry.
"Morning sweetie," she whispered in his ear, and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Morning Luna,"
Luna smiled back at Ginny and resumed eating, Harry poured himself and Ginny coffee, and took a gulp, and almost spat it back out as Luna started softly stroking Harry's thigh under the table. Harry clenched his fist on the table and shot a look at her, she smiled serenely and continued the stroking, getting higher and higher.
"You alright Harry?" asked Ginny. "You look... Flustered,"
"I'm fine, Gin, I'm going to head back to the common room. I'll see you up there," he murmured, and with that, he hurdled out from the table, and quickly out of the Great Hall, and didn't stop until he was back on the seventh floor. Harry paused for breath and cursed himself for running off. He did quite enjoy the stroking, but since when did Luna become so... Dangerous? Harry shook his head, and made his way back to Gryffindor Tower.