In the following night Ginny was barely able to sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes it was like she was feeling Luna close to her again, hugging her and kissing her cheek. Even now she still blushed at the thought and so she turned over and over in her bed, thinking of the next day and of how she would be able to behave like a functioning human being, until she finally fell asleep.

However, when she woke up the next morning, her head was clear and she felt quite well rested. She took advantage of this state of mind and prepared her room for her guests. Although Molly had already tidied up most of her things and the laundry she had left on the floor carelessly some days ago, she still wasn't satisfied with the setup of the room. Not for a sleepover party with her best friend and well, Luna. She pushed her king sized bed to one side of the room, so there would be enough room for another mattress. Then she rummaged around in her shelves and drawers to find some of the candles and lampions she kept from last summer's BBQ party and placed them in the corners of her room and hung some of them over her bed. Afterwards, she made a very sleepy Ron bring one of the spare mattresses from the attic and "borrowed" a lot of pillows and blankets from the living room. Finally, it felt cosy enough in the bedroom that was usually more of a sporty Quiddich cave. She had prepared two extra sets of bed sheets with linen picturing the Chudley Cannons and Puddlemere United and dug out her old but loved pyjama.

When there was really nothing left to do, she bounced down to the kitchen where Ron had fallen asleep again at the table, his elbow placed on a plate with eggs and bacon.

'Morning, early bird!' her mother greeted her and placed another plate with breakfast in front of Ginny. 'Is everything ready for the party?' she asked knowingly.

'Yeah. Think so,' Ginny mumbled, her mouth full of toast and beans.

'I could make you some hot chocolate for the night, what do you think?' Molly offered. 'And how about some of my famous cookies?'

'That'd be great, I'll just have to make some space for the mugs on the floor.'

Ginny finished her breakfast and went back upstairs to take a shower. Feeling the drops of hot water running down her body, her mind drifted back to the day at the lake. She suddenly had a lump in her throat and her neck tingled. Just the memory of Luna being so close to her, only wearing a bikini, teasing and hugging her was sufficient to make her body react. She spread some body wash on her shoulders and arms, definitely not thinking about it being Luna's hands that caressed her at all.

When she had finally dried her hair and used some (or maybe a lot) body lotion, there was still plenty of time left until Hermione would arrive. So she rearranged all the candles and pillows in her room, took off all the Quiddich banners, put them back again, had lunch, tried to read a book, helped her mother with the garden gnomes and even painted her toenails. But there were still two hours left before her best friend would be here. She sneaked around the house, not knowing what to do at all. So she just waited. And waited.

The doorbell startled her and she jumped to her feet. With a shouted 'Mione!' she ran to the front door and yanked it open. Flinging her arms around her confused looking best friend, she could barely contain her excitement.

'Hey Gin, what's happened to you?' Hermione asked wide eyed. 'You nearly knocked me over!'

'No… nothing! I'm just really happy to see you. I've been soooo bored recently and I'm really looking forward to our sleepover party.'

'Sleepover party? Did I miss something?' Hermione raised one eyebrow.

'Oh fuck,' Ginny slapped a hand against her forehead. 'I completely forgot to owl you. Luna is coming over for the night so we can have a girl's night. Is that alright with you?' She looked pleadingly at the older girl.

'Don't worry Gin. When have I ever said something against a decent girl's night? And Luna is cool, I mean she is being strange at some times but I do like her a lot.'

Ginny thought about contradicting Hermione, because she had indeed stopped one or two girl's nights from happening during the school year, but it has always been during their exams, so she wasn't really to blame. Instead, the younger girl decided to grab Hermione's luggage and carry it upstairs. The other witch followed her to the decorated bedroom and let out an acknowledging 'ooh'.

'This is really nice, Gin! When did you do this all?'

'Oh well, just this morning. I woke up early and … gosh Mione, I have to tell you so much! Luna is just so…'

But before she could finish her sentence, Molly knocked on the doorframe, a brightly smiling Luna in tow. Ginny swallowed down the rest of her sentence hastily, cleared her throat and led Luna into her room with an inviting gesture, signalling her mother to leave them alone. She closed the door behind her and let out her breath. Hermione and Luna were trying to hide their giggles as she turned back to them.

'Eh, what's the matter?' Ginny demanded to know.

Her two friends exchanged a bemused look.

'You behave like a first year that has friends over for the first time!' Hermione snorted and Luna coughed suspiciously.

'Well we don't want my mom sitting on our laps, do we?' Ginny pouted.

'Oh Ginny, we didn't mean to upset you,' Luna told her soothingly and patted her head.

Slightly embarrassed Ginny shrugged and shook her head. 'You didn't, Hermione is right, I'm just so excited that there is finally someone to talk to in this house and so, well, yeah… Luna, why don't you give me your bag to put it down? Let's make ourselves comfortable.'

Her two friends took a moment to look around the room and to admire her new decoration before settling down on the pillows and the spare mattress in front of the bed. Ginny took a seat across from them and was finally able to calm down.

It still wasn't dark outside and there was no need to light up the candles just yet, but it still added to the cosy atmosphere.

'Sooo,' said Hermione, breaking the silence that was beginning to get awkward, 'what have you been up to in the last weeks?'

And with this, stay started to talk about all that had or hadn't happened in the recent days and weeks, laughing about Ginny's stories of the wedding preparations, asking Hermione everything about her muggle vacation on Crete and wondering what the hell Luna meant by 'fishing for Nempiglons'. They only paused when Molly called them downstairs for dinner.

As always, she had cooked for about 30 people when there were only 10 to feed, but as it tasted so delicious, they all ate more than they had intended anyways. There were potato wedges, chicken wings, and three different kinds of salad, corn cobs, meat balls, and slices of white bread and for some reason turkey pastries. For dessert they had a huge bowl of mousse au chocolat and lemon sorbet.

Throughout the meal, Ginny tried not to think of how close she was to Luna, who was sitting right next to her on the bench of the crowded kitchen. Every now and then, their knees would brush against the others leg. This always caused Ginny to shiver and distracted her from whatever she was doing at that very moment. For that matter, she once shovelled some salad into her pumpkin juice and nearly transfixed Fred's hand with her fork.