A/N: See first chapter for disclaimer and such.

Thank you to Lila Maranz, Dragons Ark and Wikked Wolfie for your lovely reviews. (Don't worry Wolfie, neither girl dies in this fic). I'm going to be out of town for a couple of days, but I'll try to work on the next chapter while I'm gone. I'm starting college next month, so I'm trying to get as much of this written before then. And I meant to put this in an AN on the last chap. A Shirley Temple is made with grenadine and sprite or 7-up. Over in the good ol' UK they consider those lemonade. Just so you know and so no angered bartenders attempt to set me straight.


Her newfound attraction to Luna was turning her insides wacky. This was all happening a bit too fast for her own liking. She took a deep, yet quiet breath and turned around.

Chapter 2: I Want You to Want Me

Ginny smiled as her eyes fell upon Luna. She was inspecting Ron's light switches. She picked up their drinks and joined Luna on the other side of the kitchen. She really did look adorable when something puzzled her. Her eyebrows knitted together and she bit the side of her lip as she stared at the curious device on the wall.

"It's a light switch," Ginny said, causing the engrossed Luna to jump a bit. While she had her attention, Ginny handed Luna her drink.

"Oh," Luna replied, ignoring the drink in her hand.

Ginny put her fingers to the switch and with a flick, they were suddenly shrouded in darkness. Luna gasped beside her and Ginny could only imagine her eyes widening in amazement. She decided there was really no point in standing there in the dark, so she felt the wall for the switch and flicked it back on.

Sure enough, when Ginny looked at Luna her eyes were wide as she gazed at the plastic wall attachment.

Ginny grinned and said, "Honestly Luna, you're a witch. You perform magic on a daily basis. Surely something like a light switch isn't all that interesting. It does the same thing as a Lumos or a Nox."

Luna didn't seem quite convinced. "You mean all you do is push that button thing and all the lights go out? Can I try it?"

Ginny giggled. She didn't suppose any harm would come of Luna turning out the lights.

"Sure. I don't think Ron will mind."

Luna slowly raised her hand until it was level with the switch. She was just about to put her right index finger on it when she suddenly recoiled and looked around at Ginny suspiciously.

"Does this operate on that ectletricity stuff? I've heard it can hurt if you touch it. My father says that muggles abduct newborn witches and wizards sometimes and steal their magic to make the ectletricity, which then makes the babies into squibs and that's how squibs came to be. All very shady if you ask me."

Well, thought Ginny, so much for her being over the conspiracy business. Oh well, it is kind of cute.

After being assured by Ginny that turning off the lights wouldn't hurt her, Luna proceeded to flick the switch off, gasp, flick it back on and collapse into a fit of giggles. Ginny thought it had to be the most adorable thing she ever saw. Luna was so taken by the light switch, her Shirley Temple was completely forgotten and she began an all out assault on the lights. The fourth time she turned the lights off, the kitchen door swung open and one Ronald Weasley strolled in.

"Blimey! Who turned out the effing lights?!" Ron exclaimed. Luna quickly turned them back on.

"Hello Ronald," was Luna's reply to the question.

Ron began to roll his eyes, but stopped mid roll as he saw his sister standing next to Luna. Ginny looked better than she had in months. Ron was immediately suspicious.

"So that's why you were turning the lights out, eh? Wanted to get a bit of hot lesbian action in my kitchen? Really Gin, couldn't you have gone home for that? I just cleaned in here and you know how rarely that happens."

Ginny sighed. She was really sick of her brothers calling her a lesbian. She glanced at Luna, who was still staring at the light switch.

"Ron, Luna was simply playing with your light switch. We weren't 'getting a bit of lesbian action' in your kitchen. We were getting something to drink. Besides, I'm not a bloody lesbian. I'm bisexual. Remember?"

Ron smirked. "Sorry Gin, it's just with mum always going on about her only daughter being a lesbian, it's hard not to think that you're one. You should have seen her after she heard you and that Moira chit broke up. She was ecstatic. 'Now Ginny can marry Harry and have lots of babies.' Then Bill had to remind her that he's a flaming shirt lifter and she went back into hysterics."

Ginny rolled her eyes. Her mum was something else, and it was really quite scary how similar to their mother Ron could sound when he imitated her. Luna had just rediscovered her Shirley Temple, which she discovered was actually quite tasty, when Ron pulled Ginny to the other side of the kitchen.

"So, were you and Luna planning to… you know… because there are still some bets in the running, one of them being mine an-" but Ginny didn't let him finish.

"Out Ron! Now!"

"But Gin! This is my kitchen! I'm your brother!"

"I don't bloody give a rat's arse. You could be Merlin in roller skates and I couldn't care less! Out!"

A very unhappy Ron finally made his way out of the kitchen, all the while muttering about disgruntled lesbians.

Brothers, Ginny thought, can't live with them, certainly can live without them.

Ginny looked over at Luna, who was gazing at her quite intently. Much to her dismany, Ginny found her face heating up and she was sure a blush was spreading across her cheeks. Damn Weasley genes.

"Well, sorry about Ron. He's well, he's Ron."

Luna continued to gaze at Ginny and replied "Oh, it's quite alright. Really I think it can all be traced to his birth order. Your family is quite unique. He's not exactly a middle child, but he's not the youngest, so he takes on attributes from the two and because you are the only girl and younger than him he adopts an oldest sort of mentality concerning you, making him one jumbled mixture of personality traits. It's really quite fascinating."

That had to be the most lucid thing Ginny had ever heard come out of Luna Elaine Lovegood's mouth… and it made no sense whatsoever. It was Ginny's turn to look puzzled. Luna giggled.

"I'm studying to be a muggle child therapist. It's really quite fascinating, all of their theories and such."

Ginny could only imagine what Luna's office would look like. People would probably need therapy just to get over the strange contraptions and décor.

The conversation lulled as both girls sipped their drinks and became lost in thought. Ginny was trying to think of a way to ask Luna out to dinner and Luna was wondering how muggles made their drinks so bubbly. Through the door Ginny could hear the songs changing. She closed her eyes as she recognized the song.

"Ginny, are you alright?"

Her eyes snapped open. Luna was looking at her with a slightly worried look on her face.

"I'm fine, I just love this song. It's from one of my favourite muggle movies."

I want you to want me

I need you to need me

I'd love you to love me

I'm begging you to beg me

"Say, Ginny, would you like to accompany me to dinner next Friday night?"

Ginny was so shocked that she dropped her Shirley Temple, causing lemonade, grenadine and ice to slosh all over the kitchen floor. Blushing, she bent down to clean it up. She had just picked up an ice cube when, from above her, she heard Luna say a quick "Evanesco" and the mess, including the ice cube in her hands was vanished.

Ginny managed a shaky "thanks" before standing and brushing off her knees.

Silence prevailed for a few moments before Luna spoke up. "So, Friday?"

Ginny blushed again. Finally, she mustered enough nerve to answer. "Friday sounds good. I'd love to."

Luna absolutely beamed and Ginny felt like she might melt into a puddle of ridiculous goo. She needed to get home.

"Well, I er… I need to get home. I have a deadline to work on for the paper. The news stops for no witch. Damn Prophet and such. It was great to see you again. Thanks for the dance and, well, I'll see you Friday." With a nervous chuckle and wave, Ginny bolted from the kitchen and made a b-line for the front door, completely ignoring Harry's attempts to flag her down. She bounded out the door, waved absently at Max and didn't stop running until she was outside the apparition wards. Seconds later she found herself on her living room floor. She couldn't believe it. She was going on a date with Luna Lovegood.


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