A/N: As stated this is a somewhat dark fic and also a creature fic. No they weren't be veela, vampire or a few other things. I'm going for something that was barely mentioned in the books with my own spin. Kind of got the idea from Charmed, kind of. Also, I will remind the readers that they had eight days, not a lot of time to break it and it is a dark curse.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Warnings: Angst!
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Chapter Two
"Why aren't you eating?" Ginny posed the questioned seeing the unusual poking of food instead of the normal gusto Luna would devour her food. The only person she knew that loved to eat as much was her brother.
"Cramps," Luna let the lie slip easily. She hadn't been able to come up with a suitable one to decline the offer of sharing breakfast with her friends. Neville seemed more than happy that she was sitting beside him. Was Pansy right? Would she not be able to tell them? Maybe she should see how their relationship was doing, or ask how Harry is feeling. "Ginny, I need to tell you something. Well, ask you something actually, do you think H.."
Blast and damnation, she couldn't even say his name. Could she not question the girl about the male involved with the curse? Was she truly on her own? It was already Monday morning, there wasn't much time left. Luna felt disheartened at not being able bring up Harry to her friend. "Never mind, I'll ask her when she gets here."
"If you need Hermione's help with something, I'm sure she'll be more than glad to help. Ginny couldn't imagine what Luna would need help with. She was in Ravenclaw for a reason. Her attention was drawn to the trio now coming into the hall. Harry had apologized last night but she wasn't completely happy about his attitude of late. Being into the game was alright as long as it didn't get in the way of their relationship. Their first argument had come from him putting her in the reserves. She didn't care that Alice had done a better job during tryouts, as his girlfriend she should have been an automatic choice.
"Hi, Luna," Harry took a seat next to his girlfriend who didn't look very happy to see him. How would things be like today? The argument had been a nasty one. Everyone else said she was justified in her reaction but she hadn't been able to understand when he tried to explain that sometimes he felt suffocated. All he wanted to do was finish out this year, pass his N.E.W.T.S. and then become an Auror. Dealing with practice, classes, his fame, and the unwanted attention; he would get suffocated whenever she hung on him.
Was it right that her clinging felt more like shackles than embraces? Half the time it didn't feel like she really wanted to be affection but like she was trying to mark her territory. He also didn't care for the way she constantly rubbed her friendship with Dean in his face. He understood that they had remained close friends and he liked the bloke but what he didn't care for was her throwing the past in his face. Constantly reminding him that she had remained faithful when he had left her behind last year. "Still angry with me?"
"No," to prove that she was the better person, Ginny leaned forward to give him a quick kiss on the mouth. Fighting would solve nothing and he would soon realize that taking it out on her wouldn't make him feel better.
Luna was going to vomit. Did kissing really involve that much spit? An actual trail could be seen as they separated. It didn't take a Ravenclaw to figure out why he would prefer the ginger. Ginny was smart, funny, pretty, and she had nice skin. Just one of the many contributing factors that made the other girl a catch. Not to mention Ginny was a powerful witch that was well liked amongst most of the students. The only decent feature that she had was her intelligence. Luna wasn't under the delusion that she was pretty or funny. She didn't carry many attributes to attract the male populace. Who could overlook that she was short and she didn't have much in the breast department. What luck did she have of winning the heart of the Chosen One?
"Are you alright, Luna?" Hermione placed a hand on the trembling shoulder. She had sat down next to the blonde so she wouldn't be close to the fighting if Ginny suddenly decided to flip shit on Harry. The younger girl was pale anyways but there was an unhealthy pallor to her skin.
"I don't feel so good," Luna placed a hand on her stomach. Why did seeing them together hurt so much? Was the curse magnifying it? Should she go lay down or head to the medical wing? Not that Poppy could do anything for her.
"What the hell is she doing coming over?" Ginny scowled at the pug-nosed Slytherin that had the nerve to come over to their table. Not all was forgiven and she still didn't care for her. Luna was simply too nice for her own good. What was next, Harry becoming mates with Malfoy? The brunette girl ignored her glare to stand next to her best friend. "No one blew a whistle, Parkinson."
"Of course not, the bitch is already at the table," Pany placed a hand on the shoulder opposite of where Granger was touching the blonde. "I'm heading towards the medical wing, come with me. I'll walk with you, Luna."
"I'll take her," Harry offered wanting to get away from Ginny and Luna didn't look that good. It had to be serious if someone like Parkinson would go out of her way to assist.
"That's alright, I'll go with her." Luna didn't want to walk with Harry. Being around him made it worse and Ginny wouldn't be happy if he took her. If she could manage to stand that was. Why did she suddenly feel so weak?
"Harry!" Hermione helped to catch the weight, keeping their friend from hitting the floor.
"I'll carry her," Harry ignored the insisting that Neville could be the one to take her. He walked around the table and scooped Luna up bridal style. "Lead the way, Parkinson, but we'll go slow so she doesn't get sick on the way."
"So sweet of you, Potter," Pansy gave him a charming smile just to piss the Weaslette off. The slight chuckle from their savior made the sick one groan. He cared enough to want to take Luna to the medical wing, at least her friend had that much going for her. Pansy was sure that if she suddenly fell down dead, none of her house friends would bat an eye.
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Did they really have to be so loud? How did they expect her to write out her goodbye letter if she couldn't think? Pansy would have snapped at Daphne but it wasn't in her to shout tonight. She was concerned over what she'd learned the other day. Poppy had diagnosed Luna with being severely anemic and had given the patient some potions to help. Now she knew why she herself felt so damn tired and she had already instructed her house elf to bring her the needed potions. Being anemic had to do with the iron in the blood but she ate meat, Luna ate like a hypogryff, so was it the curse starting to take affect? She had read earlier that newly turned vampires start out by becoming anemic until they eventually only need blood to survive. Her worry was that the curse was actually going to kill them by destroying the magic in their core thus breaking down their organs. It would explain why she had become extremely winded after running up the stairs this afternoon.
She would have snapped at the others but her emotional energy had been depleted by crying earlier. What a travesty, the cold Pansy Parkinson hopelessly weeping because of a bloke. It was Thursday, only three days left to break the curse. Three more nights in which to worry about why she would lose her life, because she wasn't good enough for another.
"Have a drinkie," Daphne plopped down, quickly glancing over to see what was being written. "What in the bloody hell are you writing? I know you're in a rotten mood but how dismal can you get?"
"Shut it," how cheerful can she be when saying her final farewells? So far she had only gotten, 'Although death comes, I go knowing,.' Maybe leaving a message wasn't the brightest idea. What she wanted to do was walk over and slap the smirking arse that was the cause for all of this. At least she wasn't having to watch him snog some slag tonight.
"What is she writing?" Draco tapped the bottle of whiskey against his knee. What had gotten into her recently? It was one thing to be all chummy with Loony Lovegood but she had been smiling at Potter the other day. For the last few days she'd done nothing but sulk while back in the common room. "I think you need something to drink, it might do you some good."
"I don't want any," What she wanted was to sleep and forget about what was ahead. Pansy didn't want to spend what might be her last evenings sodding drunk. She had never been much of a drinker. "No company tonight?"
"Why? Do you want my company?" Draco took a sip, really wanting to see what was being written on that parchment. Was it a love letter? Or was it a death threat to someone that had pissed her off? Probably a confession to Potter since all the girls seemed to find him irresistible these days. Figures, even Pansy liked Scarhead and it was annoying. "If you want some attention then all you have to do is ask. One has to wonder why you spend every weekend alone."
"Why I spend every weekend alone is no one's business but my own." She wasn't about to admit that she did have her eyes set on someone. Then again, perhaps this was a good way to find out if a certain someone did care about anyone special. "Perhaps unlike some, I actually prefer to spend time with someone special."
"Oh really? This I got to hear," Daphne loved gossip. She should have known there was a reason why Pansy had never tried to score with Draco. After third years Pansy was the only one in Slytherin that had stopped fawning over their prince. Almost every girl in their house sought either the blonde or Zabini. Draco was a decent shag but the one she had always wanted to get lucky with didn't seem to realize she existed. What she wouldn't give to taste a piece of the dark Slytherin. "Pansy has her eye on someone."
"Please, do we really need to hear this?" Draco sneered at the subject. He didn't want to hear about her being infatuated with some bloke. It was probably someone unworthy and a complete idiot. It sure wasn't someone in Slytherin or she wouldn't be single. Okay, so she would still be single because the few that had dared to approach her, he and Blaise had a chat with them. "I don't want to hear about her infatuation."
"What's the matter, Drakie? Are you jealous?" Daphne remarked but edged a bit closer to her friend. They wouldn't dare cast a hex with her so close to Pansy. She was the only female the pair was fond of and everyone knew the three were more or less the Slytherin version of the Golden Trio. "One has to wonder why you won't get serious with me or anyone else. Should Pansy expect an offer for her hand soon?"
"Not likely, I just don't want to listen to this rubbish. Love, it is nothing but a word one uses to coerce others to do what they want." Draco wasn't going to let his emotions rule him. He didn't get serious with anyone because he knew he would be expected to find a pureblood witch to marry. The war might change some things but his family still had their traditions. His parents had already tried to get a contract with Pansy's parents but she was already betrothed to someone. A snort of derision from the left had him turning, "What? Don't tell me you agree with their nonsense of love, Blaise. I thought you'd know better."
"I don't agree with you, if that is what you are asking." Blaise shifted in the seat so he was leaning back with an arm on the back. He wasn't going to justify any feelings he may have to Draco Malfoy. He knew exactly how the blonde was raised. The Malfoys married out of duty and had brought their only child up believing that it was the only way it should be. His own parent didn't care who he dated as long as they were pureblood and of decent stock. He could fuck who he wanted but he was allowed to select his own wife. "Love isn't a method to coerce another and I too covet someone special."
"See, so who is she, Blaise?" Daphne leaned forward hoping he'd admit up to it. "We know Draco is a git but what is your reason for slag hopping? Can't manage to get the bird you want?"
"Why do you care?" He didn't need to tell them who it was, that was his business. He would tell her when he was ready, it wasn't like he was a coward. If he thought there was a chance she'd accept his courtship, then he would have gotten around to asking her. His problem was sitting there talking shite. As soon as Pansy got over her silly little crush on Malfoy, he'd act.
"We're curious," Draco wanted to point out that if the dark Slytherin loved someone, it was hard to believe when Blaise was often snogging a new dish every week or so. "Pray tell us about this girl. Not only is she not with you but you seem to have forgotten her so easily last night while you had your tongue shoved down Hannah's throat."
'Well said,' Pansy didn't bother to speak lest she make some snide comment to draw the conversation back to herself. If Blaise really had a special girl in mind then that didn't say much about this girl. How special could she be if he had no qualms with snogging others? Maybe she was better of not being the one he loved if that was how he acted.
"I didn't ask for your opinion. My reasons are my own, she has nothing to do with it." Blaise wouldn't allow them to talk down about the one person he cared about. "If you're so curious, I'll have you know that I have my sights set on someone very special but the timing isn't right. She's brilliant, beautiful, saucy, and the slag's I snog wish they could be half the witch she is."
"What about the ones you shag?" Daphne asked his opinion of those. Why the anger? Was she not allowed to mention them? "What? Not like everyone here doesn't already know about the trysts you have. There is even a going poll on which one of you two have shagged more."
"My cue to head to the library," Pansy didn't want to hear this. She knew all about it but she didn't want to sit around and listen to them boast about who had slipped inside more cunnies. She shoved the parchment inside her book and stashed them inside her bag. This discussion was over for her and she had learned something but it wasn't good for her. Blaise was in love with someone, she was fucked. How could she win him in three days? From the way he spoke, this witch was very special. He would shag many but when it came to dating, he was extremely hard to please. He didn't just want to hang with this person, he spoke with great admiration, and she fucking hated this person.
Shite, the world swam for a moment from standing too suddenly. Pansy was sure the cold dungeon floor was going to have a one-sided fight with her face when everything began to tilt. Her knees buckled but her weight didn't make it far and her chin came in contact with something solid. "For a drunkard, you move fast."
"Fucking hilarious," Draco adjusted his arms to get them more firmly around her middle. Couldn't she stand? The hint of honey reached his nose from the flowing mass of hair. It was a scent he had gotten used to over the years. During their second year she had changed her type of shampoo to some brand she swore was great for growth and body. "You okay?"
"No, I can't feel my bloody legs." Panic made her laugh at the swearing. It really wasn't that funny but so true, in a way. Her limbs felt like jelly and the effort to move them was too great. What was next? No, she refused to be carried like this. "Put me down, just give me a minute."
"Like hell, I'm taking you to be checked out." Draco adjusted her weight to make it easier to carry her. Had Lovegood passed some kind of virus to Pansy? "What the hell did Lovegood give you? What are you laughing at?"
Because they all looked worried, even Blaise. Pansy snorted as she was carried out of the common room. Yeah, the arse was worried that she might be contagious and he might get sick too. At least one of them cared enough to catch her, eating the stone would have messed up her teeth. "I'm now the envy of every girl in Slytherin."
"Why? They want to get sick too?" Draco didn't see how she could make light of it. Losing the use of your limbs wasn't good. Had someone hexed her without their knowledge? If it were a hex, she needed to be seen to, or what if she were sick?
"No, they all wish to be in your arms." Pansy felt the sigh over hearing it. He had her flush against him, a bit personal in her opinion. He needn't carry her so close, she trusted him not to drop her.
"All but you, you mean." Draco glared towards a passing prefect that had opened her mouth to say something to them. Screw curfew, he wasn't returning to their dorm. He didn't make a habit of carting around others.
"Nope cause I know you're going to drop me as soon as we are there. Sorry if I'm not the type to settle for five minutes of your time, I have standards." But it was nice. Pansy had to admit that he was stronger than what many would give him credit for and he was solid. It was Draco Malfoy, one of her best friends and they had been too close for years. "Besides, I can't feel shite."
"Dammit," that wasn't an improvement. Draco kicked the door open to the infirmary. Poppy was standing inside, treating Lovegood. "She's ill too, do something."
"Too?" Right, Pansy rolled her eyes seeing Luna lying on the bed with a guilty expression. There was no one else there except the healer.
"Set her on the bed next to Ms. Lovegood, please." Poppy shook her head seeing the Slytherin come in with another sick student. What was happening? Those potions should have helped with the condition but her scans were showing that the girl's blood count was getting lower. "You are to leave as soon as you do so, Mr. Malfoy. Don't talk back and do as I say. I will tend to her and will send word when she is better."
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Midnight was fast approaching, the time read after ten, too soon. Pansy ran a hand over her skirt unsure if she was ready to be done with it. Two days of being in the infirmary with Poppy fussing over them, shoving potions down their throats. This morning they had woken up feeling perfect and a quick scan the woman had pronounced them cured.
Cured, but the mark upon her wrist was a nasty crimson color. The moon was rising high in the night sky. The plan was to meet Luna at eleven in front of the Great Hall. For the last two days she had come to realize that the man she loved would never love her. There was nothing she could do with less than a day left. They had agreed to say their goodbyes without letting on that they were going anywhere.
As she into the common area contemplating all the things she'd never experience, he was still on the couch getting serious with the moaning troll. If this was his choice then there was nothing she could to make him care about her. They had been friends for years but that was where it ended.
"Your pallor is still horrible, you should be sleeping, and you look like hell." Draco took a sip of the butterbeer not caring to move from his position against the wall. The brunette turned, the dark hazel eyes focusing on him. The couch was taken so he was content to lean here and watch the show. They had a bet going on just how far the Hufflepuff would allow things to go while there was an audience. Blaise was betting on the girl allowing him to go all the way and Draco had bet fifty galleons that the girl would make him stop before it got that far.
"Thanks," she was only dying. Poppy had told her to rest up and that she'd be able to return to class tomorrow. If she had wanted to deny what was going to happen, this morning would have been all the proof she needed. Not only could she not digest any food but she felt like hell. Her stomach was constantly on fire and her chest ached. In the last hour or two, she was sure her heart was doing something strange, it was fluttering wildly.
As she stood next to her childhood friend she wanted to tell him what was going to happen. Even though they were only friends, she would miss him the most. Without thinking about it, she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward. She couldn't quite embrace him in this position but it was nice to feel the heat. Arms moved to wrap around her waist and he stepped away from the wall.
"Pansy?" What the hell? He didn't need this. Draco sighed feeling her slip her arms around his shoulders to tighten the embrace. What had gotten into her? Had being ill boggled her senses? She hadn't tried to hug him since they were thirteen. This wasn't immature pawing, it was the embrace of a mature witch. Firm breasts pressed into his chest, drawing his attention to other things. Like how nice it felt to have her there. "Is something wrong?"
"No, I just wanted to give you a hug." A nice goodbye, a memory to take with her. A final embrace from someone that cared enough to call her friend. She would definitely miss him the most when it was done. Wherever she ended up, Draco had been one of the brightest parts of her life. She pulled back, ending it before she allowed herself to forget why she was doing it. She turned towards the furniture willing herself to get the nerve to speak to the other person she didn't want to leave. Draco released her, allowing her to move away.
From the moaning, she didn't think she'd be getting any time of affection from the other. Needing to see if it was pointless, it would just be a second of his time, she walked around to see if he'd acknowledge her. Should she tell him how she felt? It was one thing she hadn't tried, the urge to say something was strong. Even if he didn't care about her, at least she could go knowing she had told him how she felt.
This wasn't going to be easy, the dark Slytherin was lying on top of a barely seen bitch. What an arse, she couldn't see his hands, they were buried in clothing. From the way the bint was arching her back, fingers were probably messing with the one attribute Blaise had always told her she was lacking. So, he liked breasts, something she was endowed in. There was more to a girl than her brazier size. "Blaise, can I speak to you for a moment?"
"What?" Was she finished groping Malfoy? Blaise pulled his face away from the too sweet smelling throat to send a scathing look towards the brunette that had sucked up the blonde's coddling for the last three days. She had used her catching a nasty virus to get Malfoy to baby her. Plus, if he didn't continue then the girl would flee and he'd lose the bet. A female didn't like it for a man she was snogging to stop to pay more attention to another girl. Pansy had seemed just content to throw herself on top of the blonde watching them. "I'm busy."
"I can see that," busy making an arse of himself. What was so damn special about this one? She was just like the others. Right, she'd bet Merlin's left testicle that his someone special was the person that stared back at him every morning in the mirror. Why couldn't she have been like Lovegood and fallen for someone in Gryffindor? Why couldn't she have fallen for Draco? Wait, both were cold, self-centered, unfeeling bastards that wouldn't give her a spare second romantically. "Please, it is important."
"I'm sure whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow. Go away, Parkinson." Or he'd lose his temper. She should go back to snogging her boyfriend. The bloke had looked more than happy to have her in his arms. If she could have fun then so could he. "Where were we?"
As if he could forget when the little troll clearly had her paws down his pants! Pansy scoffed and spun on her heels. Parkinson, indeed! Fuck this, he didn't deserve to hear how she felt. How dare he address her by her family name and not by her own? He didn't need to make it any clearer that she was unimportant.
With all the pride she could muster, she stormed out of the common room. It was past curfew but she didn't care. Not like they could give her detention when she would most likely be dead by dawn. A quick charm would keep her from being heard and she knew the way without needing much light.
The last thing they both wanted was not to be found. Luna wanted her father to have closure. Pansy wasn't sure if her parents gave a shite either way. Still, she did want to be put to rest. The idea of her corpse rotting at the bottom of the lake or in some unused classroom sent shivers down her spine. The fastest way to be discovered would be to go in a place where students were guaranteed to go. Luna had suggested the Great Hall, they would be found by breakfast.
"There you are," Luna spoke up from behind the statue. It was getting late and she wanted to get comfortable before it began. It was a shame she hadn't been able to eat the meal she wanted. Her stomach didn't want any food, her body was already aware of the fate of her soul.
"Not like I could skip out, this isn't detention." This was an appointment that would be met. They walked in silence towards the main hall. A few portraits grumbled as they went by with the light. "Where is Filch?"
"Don't worry, he's asleep in his office. I didn't think we should be bothered." A quick charm had ensured the caretaker and his annoying cat wouldn't be patrolling the castle tonight. The squib hadn't seen her being busy eating pudding. Not that Luna would have cared. When the arse woke she'd be gone so detention wasn't one of her worries. Luna had chosen simple jeans and a pink sweater to wear. For some reason she didn't want to meet her end wearing robes. All of her jewelry had been left in her trunks along with the one picture she had spent the last two days staring at. Colin Creevey had taken one of Harry and herself during fifth year. It made her think of the many times they had spoken alone. If only she had the courage to tell him how she felt. No good would come of it, all week she had watched him with Ginny. The two were in love, she wasn't meant to intrude. She wanted to believe this was the reason the mirror had come to her, it knew she didn't have any hopes of breaking the curse. "I didn't get to say goodbye to Harry. I tried earlier but he rushed off saying he had to meet up with Ginny in the library. I would have liked to say goodbye."
"Some fifth year Hufflepuff was sucking all over my goodbye. It's just as well, I refuse to cry. I may not be a Gryffindor but I will have the courage not to cry over what cannot be changed." She'd cry once she reached wherever she was destined to go once this was over.
"Thank you," Luna reached down to grab a hand that was almost as small as her own. They weren't the best of friends but they understood each other. Nothing stirred inside the Great Hall, not even the tables were out. It was just a large empty room waiting for the early morning hours to arrive. "Where should we sit?"
"The middle, I refuse to have some idiotic first year stomping all over my corpse in his need to be the first to the table." Pansy walked to the middle of the room, well away from the doors. Sending a quick charm to prevent intruders, she plopped down on the cold floor. The lock should keep out most students but no one really had a reason to come here. As long as they were careful, then they wouldn't be found until morning. "Hm, better put up a silence charm as well. I'm not sure about you but I'm already in some pain. I don't want our screaming to draw unwanted attention."
"Do you think it will hurt? All week we've been growing weaker but there hasn't been any terrible pain." Luna flicked her wand around them to see it done. It would drop when she was gone, her chest tightened at the thought. She had survived being captured, held prisoner, a war, and six years of being picked on. It would all come down to this moment, she wouldn't regret anything. "Maybe we will just fall asleep and feel no pain at all."
"Fucccccc…." That was so gross. Pansy grimaced as the coppery scent filled her nose along with her mouth. It came so quick her hand only managed to get in the way as the blood rushed from her throat to spray the floor. Okay, there was the pain that wasn't supposed to be there. Something sharp jabbed into her torso. The blonde turned away to release a dying sound in the other direction. Hearing the vomiting brought about another wave of her own. This time some kind of black mass plopped to start fizzing on the stone.
If Luna had known it'd be like this, she would have asked the Sytherin to just cast a killer curse on her. She had wanted to look half presentable when she was found. Luna groaned and couldn't help but lean forward as another wave hit hard. The chunks couldn't be food, she didn't have any in her stomach to remove. At least she wasn't the only one. Hers were more the size of fingernails. Poor Pansy let out a dying retch before something the size of a plum hit the floor. Minutes passed, then she disgraced herself. Who cared if her hair was being drug through the muck? Her bladder let go without permission, burning as it drenched the jeans.
It was too much to hold herself upright. Pansy didn't find much relief as her top eased down into the puddle of blood and vomit. This was what she was being reduced to, how ironic. The pain in her torso made it difficult to care that she had just wet herself. Were all of her organs rebelling? "Oh Merlin, make it stop."
Luna wished she could, not only for herself but for the friend she had made during the war. She wouldn't wish this on anyone. Every limb felt like it was being ripped off. The worst part was her chest. If this came anywhere close to having a heart attack then she could understand why it killed. The pounding erupted in her ears, making it hard to focus on anything but the sound. Why couldn't it have been like falling asleep? It felt like her heart was being shredded slowly.
"Don't leave me," Pansy was scared. It hurt and she didn't want to die. Knowing it was coming hadn't prepared her for it. Not being alone helped to ease the fear somewhat. They had never been too close but Luna was here, when she needed someone the most. Despite the pain it created to move, she slide her hand across the space that separated them. She had fallen face first into her own blood and bile, the blonde had been lucky to be upon her back.
"Never," was it over? Luna managed to slide her hand underneath the cold fingers and give a squeeze before a ragged breath escaped the other girl then nothing. No other sound came from the Slytherin, the tear the brunette swore not to shed rolled down to hit the floor. Luna thought it was okay to cry. After all, her own tears were streaming as a sharp pain brought about total darkness.
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Okay, sorry for the abruptness of the end of the curse, they were short on time so dragging it out would be pointless. At this point Harry isn't open to it and Blaise is a dick and he isn't ending up with Pansy. I did a small part with them getting to spend a moment, if brief, with Draco and Harry, that is all. I know the ending of the curse was done more from Pansy's side but I didn't see how to do it from Luna's and be realistic. She is in a different house than Harry for starters. If he is awake this late at night then he is with Ginny. I don't see either them being open to Luna breaking in and confessing if she were able. I don't think she'd put that on Harry conscious either or Ginny's.
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Next chapter: Aftermath of the curse.