A/N - Hello to all, this is the third chapter. It's been long overdue, but we only just got settled in our apartment here. I'm sick with the flu, and I know I'll be worse the next few days so I wanted to finish this off and put it on here before I got too sick. For some reason the flu loves to torture me, coming slowly but surely and killing me the entire stretch. Anyway, enough complaining, here's the third chapter. Hope you all like it. :)

Disclaimer - Last I heard JK owned all rights to Harry Potter, since I'm not her or any other people concerned with the rights to her lovely characters, I have no way to own anything to do with the characters I am about to use in the following chapter. Except the plot, which isn't anything to sue over, really.

EDIT - I edited the story from here to the last chapter, nothing drastic, just cutting the chapter into two so it wouldn't be so long. I didn't realize how long it was until I tried to reread it on FFN, maybe it's just me because my eyesight is rubbish, but it gave me a headache. So I just made it into five chapters, instead of four, but the whole thing has all the same material.

Should Have Seen It Coming...

Luna bustles about the kitchen, making sandwiches for lunch with Harry. Ginny trails after her, repeatedly turning off the toaster everytime Luna forgets and leaves the bread to burn. Luna leans over the sink, allowing the cool water to run over her hands. She didn't forget to check on the bread, she just thought it would give Ginny something to keep her mind off of the oncoming lunch.

Luna honestly doesn't understand why Ginny is so nervous. She had already dropped two dishes during breakfast that morning, and although it took only a wave of Luna's wand to restore the broken china, it left her worrying about Ginny. If she makes a big deal about the situation with Harry later, it might cause the older boy to overreact. Though Luna has a feeling he also has something he wants to say to Ginny, possibly even about his going ons with Draco.

Luna shuts off the water, drying her hands carefully with a nearby dishtowel. She turns around, searching for Ginny who seems to have left the area, then puts all the sandwiches onto a platter with three teacups, and takes them into the sitting room where she finds the other girl pacing in front of the fireplace. Luna places the platter onto the coffee table in front of the couch and loveseat, before heading back to the kitchen. She decides to put the kettle on, wanting to add a few drops of the same calming liquid from the night before. Just incase, she decides, just incase things don't go as smoothly as I believe.

As she busies herself with lighting the fire with a well chosen spell, her mind wanders back to that morning. Waking up next to the redhead had been unimaginable. Surely she has dreamt about it, thought about it, wished for it, but the real thing turned out to be so breathtakingly better. Luna has pined after Ginny for some time, and she never quite felt negative about it. She always felt that while a person may insist to be straight, eventually friends stop being friends. They come to the thin line that divides the lovers from the friends and it's up to you to realize the moment and seize it. Luna prides herself in being a very patient perdon and she figured that after awhile, Ginny would want her as much as she's wanted the other girl since sometime during their first train to Hogwarts.

It still puzzles Luna, she always asked herself why Ginny ever chose to sit in an empty compartment with the odd Luna Lovegood, but she reckons now it was because they kind of knew each other before their first year. Since they lived near each other, their parents often put them together for play dates. But after Luna's mother died, she retreated into herself, and the visits become less frequent until they stopped happening at all.

Then seeing Ginny that first day, two years later, her fiery red hair falling over her pale, freckled face and brown eyes. It took one moment, one look, and Luna knew she was taken. Completely swept off her feet by the then innocent and shy Ginny. They somehow managed to start a conversation, and they both moved away from the young years spent playing in the creek and many meadows the Weasley's backyard contained and stayed beside each other all these years.

The only thing that kept her going through it all, was the thought that one day Ginny would return her feelings. Through all the years of silly boys breaking her heart, through all the sleepless nights she stayed up to comfort the young Ginny when she felt alone, unwanted. And Luna remembers wondering why it never crossed her mind that she was wanted, even if not by one of the Michaels or Deans of their time. Luna's waited long enough and she thinks it's about time she and Ginny had their freedom to be happy.

Back to that morning, Ginny woke an hour after Luna, and by that time breakfast had been made and served in the sitting room. Luna's heart fluttered at the sight of Ginny's smiling face, and they made small talk while finishing Luna's carefully prepared morning foods.

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After a change of clothes for them both, the hour of Harry's arrival was nearing and it started to show on Ginny's face. The girls sit themselves across from each other, with Ginny on the loveseat, and Luna on the couch.

Luna rolls her eyes when Ginny starts adjusting the cushions of the loveseat, "Ginny, will you calm down?"

Ginny glares at her, "No," But the sour look lasts about a second before it softens, "Sorry Luna, I'm just nervous, and anxious. I don't want this to go wrong."

"I know, and it'll go just fine. Trust me, he might be surprised at first, but we'll be alright. Even if he storms out upset, he'll come around and it will still be okay."

"Maybe we shouldn't do this, we shouldn't tell anyone, or maybe we should wait. Or just not tell him why I'm breaking it off, make up some excuse, tell him it's him..."

Ginny looks about ready to have a panic attack, so Luna stands to join her on the loveseat. She takes the jittery girl by the wrist, "Ginny, do you want this?" She motions between them with her free hand.

The Weasley stares at her, a startled look on her face, "Of course Luna, why would you even ask? I'm doing this, ending it with Harry and you have to ask?"

"Because, Gin, you can't just lie to him. He's one of our closest friends, and we can't just tell him it's his fault. What's making you hesitate?"

Ginny hates herself for having second thoughts, and she hates herself for hesitating before giving a reply, knowing Luna would see right through any excuses, "I guess I don't want him to reject us, Luna I don't want everyone we know to cast us out. We don't really have to tell everyone, I mean isn't it a little soon?"

Luna sighs, stands and turns away to face the fireplace, "I can't promise that he will accept us, Ginny. And same for everyone else, but I want to tell people, I want to show everyone that I'm not ashamed, I love you and want to be able to say so without looking over my shoulder constantly wondering if someone has figured us out. I never hide my feelings about anything, and I especially wouldn't want to about this."

Silence follows, so Luna continues, "You're so damn confusing sometimes, you're usually one to stand for what you believe in," She turns back to face Ginny, hurt reflected in her eyes, "So what does that say about us?"

Ginny sits, shocked at the language the blonde rarely used. Luna only ever curses, even if slightly, when she begins to get very upset and it's always bothered Ginny to see her that way. She now feels bad for even broaching the subject, of course she believes in them, how could she not with the feelings pouring through her? So strong, they've built a dam in her chest, painful and needing to burst with everything she wants to say and feel at once.

Ginny stands abruptly, taking Luna in a gentle embrace, ready to show her what she has to say about them and their relationship when the fire before them blazes green and out flops Harry, attempting to catch himself before toppling over onto a green rug. Ginny frowns, remembering how she talked Luna into purchasing the rug for their sitting room a few weeks ago, insisting that the material reminds her of the bespectacled boys emerald eyes. She now feels anger licking at her insides at the thought of how naive she had been.