A/N: Sorry guys! I got caught up over the summer and didn't have time to continue when the school year started. I'm picking this up again, not to worry. I know the relationship between Luna and Oliver is going really slow but this'll seem more realistic. I don't want them to jump into anything. Ch. 11 is almost done so you won't have to wait so long for that. That chapter will probably satisfy you the most since it'll explain why Oliver is being such a jerk. Thanks for your patience. Read it. Love it. Review it!

Ch.10 Toxic

That Emma Weiferson is going to get it! I swear if it's the last thing I do. She thinks she's so smart and cunning doing these stupid things behind my back. But it's going to take more than that to beat me.

Many hours had passed since that awful hour of quidditch. I was sitting in the Great Hall waiting for dinner to commence. Chatter and the impatient clattering of silverware rang in the merry room. At least everyone else was having a good time.

Out of no where I feel a hand clamp down on my shoulder. My heart practically jumps out of my ribcage. I look up to find Ginny Weasley grinning down at me.

"Why are you so jumpy?" She sits down beside me.

I look away, avoiding her gaze. "You just startled me, that's all."

"Is something wrong?" Ginny asks, concern marring her face.

She really is a nice girl with a big heart. No wonder she's so popular. All the boys like her. First it's Michael Corner, then Dean Thomas. I wonder when Wood will be the next one.

Oh, stop thinking about him! It's not like I'm jealous.

"Luna? Are you alright?"

I snap back to reality. "I'm fine." My eyes wander over to the teachers' table and see Professor Wood smiling at someone at our table. I look to catch Weiferson mouthing something to him.

That slut! Does she not know how to spell the word 'embarrassing'! Everyone can see that they're flirting with each other. If they sit any closer, they'll be playing footsies!

"Are you sure you're fine, Luna? You're turning quite red." Ginny places a comforting hand on my arm. She turns her head in the direction I'm looking at.

"I just choked on the juice." I motion carelessly at my goblet, still watching the two of them playing 'Guess what I'm saying with these sexy lips?'

Ginny turns back to me with an evil grin on her face.

"What?" I ask innocently.

"Does your little choking problem have anything to do with Mr. Oliver Wood by any chance?" She nudges my arm.

I feel my face redden further. "No!" I answer a bit too quickly.

She raises her eyebrows skeptically. "Emma and Oliver huh?"

"Their business is none of mine." I say with finality. I take one last bite of my roast beef and storm off, ignoring Ginny's frantic calls.

Why does everything have to be about him! Why can't I last one day without hearing his name? Why am I so pathetic? Why, why, why? It is just a guy. I don't understand how one man can change everything. I just burn up at the thought of me, losing my cool, over some stupid boy. Well, I suppose just the stupid boy part. I hate the fact that I'm just like all the other girls. Sadly, like Weiferson too, except I wouldn't sink as low as her. That would be too sad.

As I settle down in a comfortable chair in the common room with the newest edition of The Quibbler, trying to get my mind off HIM, I notice an untouched box sitting on the coffee table next to the couch. I take a closer look and find a note attached to it addressed to the house of Ravenclaw. Seeing no harm in reading it, I read it. It was from Professor Flitwick, encouraging us to work harder in the year. Inside the box were layers after layers of hazelnut chocolates.

Curiously thinking about his reason for his generosity, I quickly realize that in avoiding Ginny, I had neglected my stomach at dinner. I'm sure it won't hurt if I ate just a few. I am a Ravenclaw. Carefully making sure my fingers don't touch any other piece, I take out a heart-shaped one. Before I knew it, I ate one whole layer. As I reach out to start a new layer, a soft rumble starts in my stomach. I rush upstairs to the girls' bathroom, staying there until the wee hours into night.

"Luna, wake up! You're going to be late for Muggle Studies." Someone pull back my covers.

I groan as I feel a rush of cold wind embrace me. "Give it back," I grumble while snatching blindly at the air.

"You're going to miss breakfast if you don't wake up this instant!" the voice persists.

"I'm not hungry. I don't feel well." I roll over onto my stomach. A warm hand reaches for my forehead.

"You're burning up!" The girl feels my clothes and exclaims, "You're all sweaty! I have to bring you to Madame Pomfrey."

"No, not her. Just leave me alone." I insist.

"No! Wingardium Leviosa!"

I feel the warmth of my bed leave when I rise into the air. "Stop it! It's so cold," I complain.

"Don't worry, you'll thank me later."

Soon, I find myself in the Hospital Wing with Madame Pomfrey hovering over me. "Have you been outside without any covering at all like Wood?" she interrogates.

My stomach lurches at the mention of his name. "No," I manage to say.

"Tell me what you ate yesterday." Madame Pomfrey feels for my pulse on my wrist.

"Just what they serve at breakfast, lunch, dinner and chocolates as dessert," I add when I remember.

Madame Pomfrey furrows her eyebrows. "Chocolates? Did you buy them yourself? Where?"

"I found them on a table in the common room. They were from Professor Flitwick." I reply with much effort.

"Child, you mustn't eat something that you don't know the origin of. Especially when it's left on a random table." She lectures.

"But they were from a professor." I counter.

"Ever heard of an imposter?" Madame Pomfrey raises a brow at me.

I groan and sink lower in my bed. Why am I the unlucky one to find the chocolates? Who would want to poison anyone? A Ravenclaw must have done it because only they'll know the password to the common room. However, a person with authority, or money for that matter, can bribe any student. That doesn't shrink the possibilities any more.

Then, a candidate rises in my head and I shudder at the thought of the culprit being him. Wood wouldn't go so far as to hurting me. I don't think. What did I do to him? How does he benefit from this?

"Lovegood, you'll be out by lunchtime. Right now, I'll go fetch you some breakfast to go with your medication. Rest." She advises and disappears out the door.

Lunchtime. This means I miss quidditch for today. That isn't exactly a lost I have to say. Perhaps Wood did this so I wouldn't embarrass him in class again. Yes, of course! After what I said to him yesterday in front of the whole class, he got me sick so I won't show up today and make a bigger scene. Well, he won't be disappointed when I don't come to his detention tomorrow.

Madame Pomfrey left me after serving me my breakfast and potion. I wouldn't say it was a good mixture. The blue liquid was taking effect when my eyelids grew heavy and fell closed before I could protest.