A/N: I know that in the book Harry starts his detention already in the first week of the term but here Haley's detention starts in the second week and all of the following events consequently happen one week later as well.

4 – A Secret I Can't Tell

It was only the second week at Hogwarts and Haley already wanted to leave again. No less than five minutes earlier, she had exited Umbridge's office and she wasn't eager to know just how late it was. Fortunately it was already Thursday which meant there was only one more day of detention left. The bad news was that she was going to miss the quidditch try outs that were scheduled to take place the following day. But what was she supposed to do about that?

A noise disrupted her thoughts violently. Haley turned around only to find… nothing. She hadn't imagined it, had she? It's probably due to the lack of sleep, she thought, once this whole detention ordeal is over I'll be fine.

There was another noise behind her then and she could swear that there was someone watching her. Furiously she turned around again. But the corridor was empty.

Except for… several suits of armour… Haley eyed them suspiciously. Was it possible that someone was hiding inside one of them? Slowly, cautiously she made her way back to the beginning of the corridor, all the while inspecting each suit of armour carefully. There were only two left. Full of determination, she approached the first. Then she heard the giggling. Wait – what?

Haley stopped in surprise. She could clearly hear a girl giggling somewhere behind her. Quietly, she walked back to the class room, she had passed just now. The door was slightly opened. With baited breath Haley opened the door a little more until she was able to make out a red ponytail and a head of dark hair.

"You're cheating", the girl said, giggling, "It's not my fault you're rubbish at this."

"I'm not cheating, I just..."

"Stop it, that tickles!"

The girl squirmed out of the boy's reach, where he'd been kissing her somewhere near her ear.

Haley couldn't believe her eyes. Wasn't that–

Another noise on the corridor. So quiet that she'd almost missed it. Haley hurriedly turned away from the class room and looked up and down the corridor warily. Who was it that was constantly watching her? She ran a hand through her raven locks in frustration.

It was no use. She was too tired for this. She'd go straight up to the common room and try to get at least a few hours of sleep. She had almost reached the end of the corridor, when – clang – a knight's helmet fell to the ground. In a second she had turned around and marched toward the suit of armour in front of which a helmet was lying.

"I've had enough of this! You've been tailing me all week! And it's enough already! I don't need a crazy stalker on top of everything!" Haley thundered at the person that was crouching behind the suit of armour.

"You can't even show me your face? How pathetic and–"

Haley quickly jumped out of the way of the broomstick that had fallen toward her and was now lying exactly where she had been standing only seconds ago.

"What the–?"

The person emerged from behind the suit of armour.

"Ron?"

"Hey, Haley," said her friend Ron, one hand rubbing his neck sheepishly.

"What were you doing behind that thing?"

"Oh, I was just… going for a walk..."

"At night?"

"Well..."

Haley raised her eyebrow sceptically. "What did you need your broomstick for?"

"Oh! That..." Ron wasn't looking at her.

"Well… if you must know, I was practising... I thought – you know… maybe I could… try out for keeper?"

Haley watched him in surprise for a moment. It was such a normal answer.

"I know, I know… it's stupid. And I probably won't get in. I honestly don't know what I was –"

"No," Haley interrupted, shaking her head urgently, "No, it's a great idea! We can go to practise together and everything." She beamed at her friend, which seemed to encourage him.

"Yeah! That'd be awesome! Shame, that you're stuck with Umbridge tomorrow."

"Yeah..." She agreed.

"So… you seem kind of tense. Everything cool?" Ron asked casually.

"Why… do you ask?" She asked carefully, in her mind she still saw the image of the girl with the red ponytail. Had it been Ginny?

"You know, the stuff you said earlier. About someone following you?" Ron inquired, while they began climbing up the stairs to their Tower.

"Ah...that," she said, relieved that she didn't have to make up an excuse, "I can't shake the feeling that someone is following me. Ever since I started detention this week."

"But why would someone be following you?" Ron wondered.

"I don't know… Maybe it's just the lack of sleep or… perhaps I'm slowly going insane," she concluded dramatically. Ron laughed.

"That's all right. You can go and join Loony Lovegood then."

"Her name is Luna, Ron. Why don't you call me 'Loony'. The whole school already thinks I'm a lunatic anyway."

"Well, what can you do?" Ron mused teasingly.

"Hey!" Haley hit her friend playfully, "You are supposed to defend me! Not backstab me."

"I wasn't backstabbing – stop hitting me!"

"Password!"

Without realising it they had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady who was guarding their common room.

"Mimbulus Mimbletonia," said Ron, quickly passing through the portrait hole in order to escape Haley's fists.

While she was following him she wondered whether Ginny was back yet. Was she still in that class room? Had it even been her in the first place? Haley wasn't hundred per cent sure but if it had been Ron's sister, was she supposed to tell Ron about it? No, she decided, that's not my story to tell. It probably hadn't even been her, right?

"Did you fall asleep or something?" Ron asked.

Haley shook her head. "Just thinking," she offered, "you should try that, too, once in a while."

She grinned at him cheekily.

"Ha ha," Ron pulled a face at her, "Looks like Hermione's gone to bed already. Which means… my homework will have to wait for tomorrow."

Haley's heart sank. Right. Homework.

"Are you sure you can afford that?" An invisible voice asked. Ron and Haley looked around in surprise. A head of curly, hazel hair appeared from behind a huge mountain of wobbly wool hats.

Hermione. She was seated at their favourite spot near the fireplace, two needles happily knitting in the air in front of her.

"I think you should at least finish the Transfiguration assignment. It wasn't too difficult."

Haley and Ron shared a skeptical look. To hear something like that from Hermione wasn't much of a reassurance. It was no use. If they didn't get started now, they would be sitting here all night.

They worked mostly in silence. The only thing that could be heard was the clicking of Hermione's needles and the scratching of their quills. Whenever Ron or Haley couldn't come up with an answer, Hermione would give them a hint that led them in the right direction. Not before rolling her eyes at them though. After what felt like hours they finally set their quills down and pushed their assignments away.

"All done?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," Haley said with a yawn, "I'm gonna head to bed now."

Ron nodded, stifling a yawn.

"Actually," Hermione said in a tone, that Haley couldn't quite place, "I wanted to talk to you about something."

Haley raised her eyebrows in confusion. What was going on?

"Go ahead," she prompted.

With a wave of her wand, and a whispered spell, Hermione made the needles and the thing she was knitting sink to the table. It was weirdly quiet without the clicking of the needles.

Hermione studied her for a moment before she started to speak. It made her feel uneasy, being watched like that. It was as if Hermione was trying to look right into her head.

"You've been… kind of off lately," Hermione stated, "Is there something that's bothering you?"

Haley froze. Of course Hermione had noticed her odd behaviour. What was she going to say?

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed," she began in a sarcastic tone, "but everything's been really stressful lately." Haley doubted that would be enough to satisfy her friend.

"I think it's more than that though," Hermione persisted, "you seem… restless. Like you're expecting something to… I don't know – attack you?"

Ah, there it was. Next thing she knew, she was going to call her paranoid. Or compare her to Moody.

"And then the thing with Malfoy," Hermione continued.

Wait, what?

"For a whole week you've been following him around and then? You just stopped all together. What did you even want from him in the first place?"

"I-" Haley felt like a trapped animal, "He's plotting something! Don't you think it's weird? Last year he kept irritating me with the constant staring and now? Now he doesn't even acknowledge me at all! Don't you think that's suspicious?"

"So, did you get some answers then?" Her friend asked.

"Well, you know Malfoy… You might as well try to get answers from Snape."

Hermione nodded. "So, you just gave up then?"

Haley shrugged. "I don't know. I guess."

"Hey! Do you think that Malfoy is the one that's been following you?" Ron voiced all of a sudden.

"What do you mean following her?" Hermione inquired.

"I-"

"Well, when I met Haley in the hall earlier she seemed really twitchy and – she said someone was watching her, right Haley? And so I thought, it's possible that it was Malfoy all along." Ron explained.

"So, what do you mean someone is watching you?" Hermione asked in a skeptical voice.

Haley sighed. Couldn't Ron have kept that to himself? Now Hermione probably thought she was completely losing it.

"Uh – it's just," Haley started, rubbing a hand over her face, "Ever since I started detention with Umbridge – or no wait – since the second day of detention it felt like someone was watching me.

As soon as I would leave her office I would feel someone's eyes on me." She shuddered.

Hermione squinted her eyes at Haley. "But why would someone be following you? And why always after your detention with Umbridge? That doesn't make sense."

Haley shrugged. Hermione turned her searching gaze to Ron.

"Why do you think it might be Malfoy?"

Ron raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised that he was being questioned.

"I don't know, I guess… It's Malfoy." He offered like that explained anything.

Hermione frowned and turned her gaze to her wool and needles on the table.

"Hm," she said in a pondering tone, "do you think he…" She turned to Haley for a second.

"Perhaps…" Hermione started, but she interrupted herself, "Merlin! Do you know how late it is? We should have gone to sleep ages ago!"

And just like that Hermione picked up her needles, and shooed Haley and Ron out of the common room.

Haley sighed in relief. Hermione had been about to say something. Why hadn't she continued? Was it because of Ron? Was she… suspecting anything?

As she climbed up the stairs to the girls dormitories, she decided that she needed to be more careful from now on.

…

Another week of detention with Umbridge. How the hell had that happened? Why had she let Umbridge provoke her again?

It was a seemingly normal Tuesday at lunch. Definitely more quiet than the morning had been when Haley had been on the receiving end of both Angelina Johnson's and Professor McGonnagall's angry outbursts. And on top of that she'd also lost five whole house points! What a morning!

And it was all because of Umbridge! It wasn't as if Haley had asked for another week of detention.

"Are you still not done with that essay?" Hermione asked from the other side of the table.

"I totally forgot about this. I was sure I had finished it along with all the other essays on Sunday," Haley replied around a piece of toast, furiously writing the conclusion to her Herbology essay.

"Done," she sighed, leaning back in her seat and taking a sip from her glass of pumpkin juice.

"Right on time," commented Hermione, "I don't want to be late for Care of Magical Creatures. The teachers are all mentioning useful bits about the OWLs now."

"We wouldn't want you to miss that..." Ron murmured quietly.

"I heard that." Hermione hissed. And just like that they started one of their famous bickering competitions. Haley sighed. As she stood from the bench, she saw a red ponytail exit the Great Hall. Ginny. Haley was almost sure, it had been Ron's sister that night inside the class room. With a boy. A dark-haired boy. But it couldn't be… She glanced toward the Ravenclaw table briefly. There he was. Michael Corner, who was drinking from a glass like it was the most normal thing in the world. Which it kind of was. She was being paranoid. With a start Haley realised that she couldn't remember the last time she'd looked for the boy at the Ravenclaw table. Weird. Only last year she'd been watching him on a daily basis.

Funny, how some things changed.

"I know you're on the team now but that doesn't give you an excuse to slack off on school work," Hermione chided.

… And some things never changed, Haley thought to herself, while she watched Ron and Hermione seemingly fight just for the sake of fighting.

"Time for Bowtruckles!" Haley exclaimed cheerfully, as she lead the way out of the Great Hall.

…

She ran back to the castle like she was crazy. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Haley thought, as she arrived in front of the doors that lead to the Great Hall. After entering the hall, she made a beeline for the Gryffindor table.

"Please be there, please be there," she mumbled frantically, her eyes searching for a lone sheet of parchment. Had it vanished along with the cutlery and the remaining food? It was kind of tragic how much effort Haley had put into her Herbology essay. She hadn't even properly eaten for the sake of finishing it. And then… she had gone and gotten herself distracted, leaving the blasted essay forgotten on top of the table. When the bell had rung after Care of Magical Creatures she had made for the castle without wasting another second. If the essay wasn't there she would –

"Oh, thank Merlin!" Haley gasped in relief. She had spotted her essay almost all the way to the end of the table. But nonetheless, there it was.

With quick hands the Gryffindor snatched up the parchment and promptly made her way back toward the Entrance Hall. There were only six minutes left until Herbology was to start.

Haley allowed herself a moment to stop and catch her breath once she'd reached the corridor on the first floor. Then she felt it. Someone was watching her again. She looked up and down the hall but there was nothing!

Before Haley could blink, she was harshly grabbed by the wrist and pulled into an empty class room behind her.

"What the–?" She managed to say, as she found herself pushed up against a wall and face to face with her aggressor.

Sodding Malfoy. Who else?

"Let me go!" Haley hissed. Her arms were pressed to the wall and she was furiously trying to free her wrists from Malfoy's too tight grip.

"You're so stupid!" Malfoy exploded, voice filled with anger. Wait what? What was he angry about?

"How exactly did you manage to get another week of detention with Umbridge? Don't you see that's just what she wants? She wants you to lose your temper. Make you look like an angry, little child that nobody will take seriously. Can't you see? And you're playing right into her game! Is it really this hard to lay low for once? How can a person be this stupid? Seriously!"

Haley snorted. What the hell? Now it was her fault that the ministry was too blind to see that she was obviously telling the truth? She was the one that was constantly treated like a freak and now she was supposed to let herself be called stupid by a Slytherin? No bloody way.

"Excuse me! You've done nothing but insult me and ignore me, since we got back to school. I don't think I'm gonna put up with your mood swings any longer or better yet listen to your ridiculously misplaced words of advice. And now let go of me!"

"You're not listening!" Malfoy insisted hotly, "I – this is not a game, Potter!"

"I know, it's not a game!" Haley shouted back just as fiercely. Nobody knew this better than she did. She watched him coldly, daring him to question her. The Slytherin leaned back a bit, but his stormy grey eyes never strayed from hers.

"Why are you being this foolish then?" He asked in a slightly softer tone.

"I guess by 'being foolish' you mean telling the truth?" Haley chuckled darkly, remembering the lines that were etched into the skin of her right hand. I must not tell lies. She clenched her hands angrily.

"What is it to you anyway?" She spat, "Why do you care?"

Malfoy seemed to be thrown off by the sudden question. A number of emotions that went by too fast for Haley to decipher flashed over his face.

"Because I..." He gulped, "When it comes to you – I – I can't – you…you always make me..."

He stopped, finally averting his eyes that held far too much emotion for Haley to handle.

"I..." He released her right hand and ran his left one through his hair in frustration.

"Damn it!" Malfoy exclaimed as he let his hand fall to his side so forcefully that Haley almost flinched.

"Why can't you just..." The Slytherin muttered, raising his left hand slowly until it hovered in front of Haley's face. The way he was looking at her! It frightened Haley how soft and vulnerable he looked in that moment. It was a stark contrast to the way he'd looked at her the last time they'd been this close. Back at the Hogwarts Express… hurling insults at one another…

His face was so close now. And he was leaning even farther into her personal space. Surely he wouldn't–? He wasn't going to–? Haley saw Malfoy's gaze flicker to her lips briefly.

Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest. And he was still leaning closer!

He was going to kiss her. And as soon as Haley realised that, she made a decision. With her right hand she slowly reached into her pocket to retrieve her wand. She wasn't going to let him surprise her this time. She wasn't going to let the git patronise her and then just stand there as he decided it was a good moment to listen to his teenage hormones and kiss her. No matter what her own views on kissing him were. She was a girl with principles. Ha. She'd found her wand. And just as Malfoy had closed his eyes. That's what you call perfect timing. Now she only had to point her wand at the boy in front of her and come up with a fitting hex.

Before she could make up her mind though her wand landed on the ground, rolling slowly out of her reach. Damn. Malfoy had opened his eyes and was holding her now empty hand in a tight grip.

"Did you forget," Malfoy drawled in a mocking way, "that you're not the only Seeker around here?"

"Let go!" Haley yelled, trying to struggle free one last time. She gasped in pain. Malfoy was gripping her hand right where the five words were engraved into her skin.

The Slytherin stepped back and let go of both of her hands immediately. He looked appalled. It couldn't be because he thought he'd hurt her, right?

"I – I'm sorry – I didn't m-mean to–" Malfoy stammered, before stopping when his gaze fell onto Haley's injured hand. At once his eyes hardened.

Quickly Haley hid her hand behind her back. She didn't want him to see it. She didn't want anyone to see it. But… he'd already seen it, hadn't he? His hands were balled to fists and he made a sound that sounded like a mix between a sigh and a … growl?

For a moment it was so quiet that even Malfoy's frantic breathing seemed too loud although he was standing a few steps away from her. She listened as it got calmer and finally he even relaxed his hands. All this time Malfoy had looked to the ground in concentration. Now he looked up at her and what he did next, was something that Haley would never have imagined to witness.

Slowly, with his eyes to the floor Malfoy knelt down where he was standing. He picked up her wand that had fallen to the ground only seconds (or had it been minutes?) before. Then he gracefully got to his feet and took a step toward her.

"Here," he whispered blankly, as he dropped the wand into her coat pocket. The simple gesture seemed so intimate in this moment that it made her breath hitch.

"You should… be careful of her," Malfoy breathed, "Don't underestimate her viciousness."

Haley's eyes widened. But before she could find any words he was already opening the door.

"Are you threatening me?" She called out then.

Malfoy stopped at the threshold, his back toward her. She wasn't sure whether he'd meant for her to see the outline of the tiny smile that had appeared on his face.

"I am asking you a favour," he retorted softly. And without lingering any longer he was gone.

A favour? What was that supposed to mean? Haley stared at the door that had fallen closed behind Malfoy. Her breathing had quickened considerably and she was desperately trying to calm down.

"Who does he think he is?" She whispered to herself once her breathing was somewhat normal again. This was insane! Couldn't the git once and for all decide what he wanted from her? Fighting one another with words she could handle. Being ignored was bearable as well. But if he decided to be a jerk then he should just bloody well stick to his decision. What was she supposed to think when one day he behaved like an utter git only to act like he cared the next?

It was then that she remembered. Herbology! She had to get to the green houses! Anything else would have to wait. She hadn't put in so much effort into an essay that wasn't going to be turned in in the end.

When Haley opened the door and stepped onto the corridor she was met with a… well curious sight.

"Michael, I have to go! I'm already late, shouldn't you be in Potions or something?" Asked Ginny Weasley, her arms loosely wrapped around a dark-haired boy's neck.

The boy kissed her as an answer and without the protection of a darkened room Haley was finally able to recognize him without a doubt. So it had really been him that other night. Michael Corner.

Dating Ginny Weasley? Ginny Weasley who had pulled away from Michael and was now looking straight at Haley. The shock was written all over her face. The red-head stepped back, removing her hands from the boy quickly.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked. But when she didn't answer he turned around to see what it was that had her frozen in place.

"Oh," he said as soon as he'd spotted Haley, "uh… hi..." The Ravenclaw ran a hand through his hair in a bashful way.

This was enough to shake Haley out of her stupor.

"I'm – uh," she started in the most eloquent way, "I – Don't mind me – I–I gotta go."

Before anyone had time to protest she was running down the corridor.

"Haley, wait-" Ginny's voice called after her but it was too late. She was already rushing through the Oak Doors.

...

That night when Haley entered the common room after another session with Umbridge, she hadn't expected anyone to still be up. Yet, here they were, two figures sitting in front of the fireplace. At the sound of the portrait opening, they had looked up so Haley recognized the alert faces of Hermione Granger and… Ginny Weasley.

As she made her way over to them she noticed that they were the only people left in the common room.

"Where's Ron?" Haley asked as soon as she'd reached the girls.

"Went up already," Hermione said around a yawn, "I told him there was some girl stuff we needed to discuss." She grinned wickedly at that. Haley could only imagine how quickly Ron must have left at those words.

"Wait… why would you..." Haley began frowning slightly.

"Why don't you sit down first?" Hermione suggested, cleaning away some red wool from the seat next to her. She kept her eyes firmly on the needles that were floating in front of her.

Ginny, too, was watching the needles instead of Haley. Her eyebrows were knotted together as if she was thinking about something deeply.

"So..." Haley began, disrupting the silence that had spread around them, after she had sat down across from Ginny. The tension that surrounded them was almost tangible.

Hermione cleared her throat and looked over to Ginny expectantly.

"Um… should I just..." She gestured in the vague direction of the dorm rooms.

"No!" Ginny exclaimed looking up for the first time, "It's fine… you can stay."

Her voice was quiet and she was still not looking at Haley.

"Ginny?" Haley asked quietly, hesitantly.

"I didn't mean to!" The redhead burst out, finally meeting her eyes. And it was like the first little drop of rain that was followed by a downpour.

"It all happened so fast and I seriously never thought – I mean I knew you liked him and you even went to the ball with him. But he told me you were – he – at the ball he said you were with someone else and he just seemed kind of down and – we only talked that night. Really nothing more. You have to believe me! I never meant for this to happen! And I know I should have checked with you first. I should have told you – I… I'm really sorry, Haley. You shouldn't have found out like this..."

There were tears glistening in her eyes but she bravely kept her gaze on Haley.

Ginny… had always been exceptionally strong-willed, not to say stubborn and she wasn't someone that easily cried. The tears touched something inside her that made it difficult for Haley to be mad. She may have been only a year older than the girl but she still felt a sense of protectiveness at the sight of the girl that was trying so hard to appear strong. It was a sentiment she could definitely relate to.

Haley stood from her seat and walked over to where Ginny was sitting.

The redhead looked almost panicked at the sight, did she think she was going to slap her?

Luckily the armchair was wide enough to fit two people comfortably, so when Haley sat down next to Ginny she didn't have to actually sit on her lap. From up close it was even more evident how guilty she felt.

"Haley, I -" Ginny began, but she was interrupted by the two arms that were encircling her.

"I'm not mad at you," Haley whispered, surprising not only the redheaded girl but also herself.

"I mean – I am disappointed, you didn't tell me. It's freaking September!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know how, I – I–" Ginny half-sobbed, burying her face in Haley's shoulder.

"It's okay to cry you know," Haley said softly, which only seemed to make her cry harder.

Haley shared a panicked look with Hermione. What was she supposed to do now? Her friend made a gesture as if she was stroking something and Haley started to stroke the girl's long red hair tentatively. It seemed to calm her somewhat. When it seemed that she had cried enough Ginny pulled away from her, brushing away the last few tears with her sleeve.

"So… you're really okay with this?" Ginny asked hopefulness evident in her voice.

"Sure," Haley replied with a grin. She did feel a little sour about the fact that Michael's obsession with Cho Chang suddenly wasn't important anymore when it came to Ginny but… in the great picture it was mostly her pride that had got injured instead of any lingering romantic feelings.

"It's not like we actually dated or anything," she said off-handedly, "Still, what he said about me at the ball… don't you think you believed him a bit too readily? He was talking behind my back and you just stood there and nodded? I mean, I know that he's really cute and everything but do the last four years mean nothing to you?" At first Haley had only meant to tease her a bit but there was definitely some truth to her words.

Ginny had the decency to look at least a bit ashamed.

"You're right," she agreed in a small voice, "I was just a little overwhelmed and… it won't happen again?"

"Fine. I'll let you off, this time. But don't think I'll be this forgiving the next time," Haley said, wagging her pointer finger at the girl in a chiding way. Ginny nodded sheepishly.

"See, I told you she would understand," Hermione chimed in, re-announcing her presence.

"I'm actually surprised you're so okay with this. You used to give me a hard time whenever I so much as mentioned his name."

"Yeah, well, that was different," was all Hermione answered to that before she returned her attention to her needles.

"How is that different?" Haley huffed in annoyance.

"So, are you planning to tell Ron?" Hermione asked, effectively changing the topic and making Ginny blanch in shock. Haley felt more than a little disgruntled by the fact that her question was dismissed so easily. But she was sure Hermione had her reasons. She'd simply have to ask her again what she'd meant when it was just the two of them. So as the two girls proceeded to discuss the issue of telling Ron or simply leaving him out entirely, Haley was left to take a moment to reflect on how she felt about it all.

The gentle clicking of the needles served as a comforting background noise. It was strange how little this bothered her. Even remembering the image of Ginny and Michael kissing wasn't enough to stir up the slightest feeling of sadness or envy or… hurt.

The fire was dying down as Haley tried to picture herself in Ginny's place. Kissing Michael.

Nothing. Without her permission the colour of the boy's hair in her imagination changed from dark brown to white blond. It should have been a telling sign how her treacherous heart stopped for a second as she imagined herself in the arms of the boy that had come so close to actually kissing her this afternoon. But she couldn't allow herself to listen to it. Or to lose herself in such a ridiculous fantasy. What she did let herself remember however was the way he had looked at her before he had started to lean in closer. For a tiny moment his eyes had held so much emotion…

And although Haley didn't have a clue what kind of emotion it had been there was one thing she knew for sure. It had been a sight she wouldn't be able to forget for a long time.

…

A/N: Hello everyone ! Thank you for reading. I hope you still enjoy this story :) Thank you so much for leaving me reviews and favouriting :) At last we're getting somewhere aren't we? I'd love to hear your thoughts on the chapter! The sun is shining today so I'm in a really good mood :)
For those of you who love Luna as much as I do I'd like to recommend my all time favourite Luna/Harry fic. It's called "Soulmates" by Lily Ophelia and it's so, so beautiful! I love how Luna's character is treated in that story. Go read it!

Title's from "I've got a secret" by Kate Nash.

Have fun and keep reading, Feather