DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Harry Potter series (J.K. Rowling) , or an Abundance of Katherines (John Green).

A/N: So... two chapters left until the end! I think. Or is it three, including this? ._. never mind that. The book Hermione had borrowed her is an Abundance of Katherines by John Green. I know that an Abundance of Katherines came out later than where HBP is, but let's just pretend Hermione knows wonderful ways to get books from the future. (I'm getting ridiculous here. I don't mind it if you hit me on the head.)

#11; an Abundance of Luna Lovegood

Luna sobbed in her dorm room, clutching the book he had given her. Written on the first page was his name and hers written in dark blue ink.

To Luna Lovegood. From Blaise Zabini.

She traced his name, and then hers, the dried ink bumping against the skin of her finger. For the first time, she saw a small writing at the end of the page, which was scratched out once, but still legible. It said,

Yrs forever.

She traced that too. Then she leaned back into her pillows, and indulged in one of her immense hobbies- anagramming. She had always loved the magic of turning the letters around and making a totally different word altogether- and it didn't involve any magic whatsoever! She anagrammed 'yrs forever' until she found one she liked- 'sorry fever'.

She was immediately reminded of a Muggle novel Hermione had lent her. She searched around her desk, and finally she found it. She had not finished it yet, considering all the drama with Neville and Blaise, and the Nargle book that sat on the other end of her bed.

She flipped through the pages, and stopped when she found the part she was looking for. She started reading out loud to the empty dorm room. "And then he lay there in his fever of sorry and repeated the now memorized note in his head and wanted to cry, but instead he only felt this aching behind his solar plexus." Luna wondered what a solar plexus was.

Suddenly, one of her roommates, Rebecca Quirt and Faye something-or-other entered the room. Rebecca sneered. "Hah! Did someone break your heart, Looney? Fine time too, probably rocked some sense into that screwball mind of yours."

"Was it that Neville guy from Hufflepuff?" Faye inquired- not out of care for her roommate, oh no, no, no. Just plain curiosity. And a slight wish to embarrass the crazy bitch into the ground. But other than that, nothing at all.

"Neville's from Gryffindor- and no, it wasn't him."

Rebecca and Faye exchanged a small smile, and pulled on their fakest smiles. Not that Looney would notice. "Oh, you poor thing! Who was it then?"

Oh, but Luna caught on. Ever since Blaise had told her most of the school thought she was a nutcase, she was more wary of her schoolmates (excluding Harry, Neville, the Weasleys and Hermione, of course), especially her roommates. She snapped. "It's none of your business, Quirt. And whatever your name was."

Rebecca and Faye quickly changed their smiles to 'I'm so hurt you said that to me!' pouts. "Oh, Luna, we're just worried about you."

Luna scoffed. "Worried my fat arse. You're just digging for information about me and-" She caught the bright looks in her roommate's eyes. Shite! They almost got me! I have to be more careful next time. "Nobody. Nobody at all. You know, for Ravenclaws you have absolutely no acting skills at all. And you're supposed to have creativity." Luna collected her robe and the two books, and brushed past the two stunned Ravenclaws.

Luna ran. Creeping through her secret tunnel, she rushed through the tunnel without using Lumos, as she knew the cave by heart. She stomped into the Thestral clearing, and collapsed onto the forest floor, exhausted. I'm exhausted. Of Blaise, and Neville, and boys in general. Of fake friends and fake smiles and pranks done by the unknown. She hugged her knees, finally noticing that the clearing was empty, save the mother and cub in the corner- who apparently decided to ignore her. She hid her face in the enclave of her arms, and slept.

Suddenly, a cloak of warmth was thrown upon her. Literally- a cloak with a warming spell on it was thrown on her shoulders. She looked up, and saw the Brain of the Golden Trio and Ginny.

The younger girl smiled at her. "Hey, Luna. Are you okay?"

Luna scowled. "No, I am not. If I was, I wouldn't be sobbing, or empty, or exhausted. I wouldn't be broken hearted, hungry, sad, angry or tired. I would be happy, ecstatic." She stopped, then after a minute, she added in a whisper. "I would be with him."

The Brain rubbed her back. "Hey, we could always find a great hex to put on Neville…"

Luna looked up, confused. "Neville?"

Hermione blinked. "Yeah… He cheated on you with Hannah Abbott, didn't he? Isn't that why you're crying?"

Luna flushed. It was distinct against her pale complexion. "No, he's not the reason. I- I need to know that you won't judge me on this. I need to know that you won't back out just because of all this animosity between the Houses."

Hermione and Ginny's eyebrows rose all the way up to their hairlines. "He's… Slytherin, isn't he?" Hermione asks.

Luna bit her lip, hesitating. She already lost him, she didn't need to lose them either. I don't want to lose them. "Don't worry, Luna. You're a Ravenclaw- that's a bit more possible than a Slytherin and a Gryffindor." Ginny reassures her.

Luna smiles, and squeezes the youngest Weasley's hand. "Thanks, Gin."

"Wait, it isn't Malfoy is it?"

Luna frowns. "No! Oh, Merlin, no! If he had found out I was in love with his best friend…" Luna shuddered.

Hermione's eyes glittered with her new discovery. "Malfoy's best friend, huh? That means its Crabbe, Goyle or Zabini. Unless you're into girls, which would make Parkinson the only option." Her face screws up. "I seriously doubt it's either Crabbe or Goyle. Or Pansy."

Ginny looks at Luna. "So you're in love with Blaise Zabini?" She looks off into the distance for a minute, before shaking her head. "Nope, I can't see it. He's way too…" Ginny searched her brain for the right word. "serious. He's kind of like a male-Slytherin-Hermione except he's quiet. Isn't he kind of… a wallflower?"

Hermione disagreed. "Oh, come on, Gin. It's kind of like one of those romance novels you read- at first they'll hate each other's guts and then slowly, he'll start to fall for her." Hermione smiles. "Like they say, opposites attract, right?"

"How do you know that's the plot of her love life? And how do you know that's the plot of my romance novels? You hate them!"

Hermione blushes. "I might have… read one or two out of curiosity."

"Or 10." Luna teases her friend, grinning.

Hermione mock-scowls. "Nice to see you smiling. So, what did you do to get lover-boy so riled up, anyways?"

"I don't know, he just started shouting at me, and he insulted Neville, so I defended him - and he got all mad at me for that too, though I'm still not sure what the first one was, and…" Luna massages her aching head. "Ugh…" She sighs, and decides to change the subject. "Hey, Hermione, do you know what a solar plexus is?"

"Uh, no." Hermione grins sheepishly at Ginny's shocked face. "Hey, I don't know everything. What is a solar plexus, Luna?"

"I don't know either. That's why I asked you." Luna sighs and gets up. "I'm going to Madam Pomfrey- I'm sure she'd know."

The two Gryffindors get up. "Are you sure you're okay, Luna? Would you like me to perform one of my Bat Bogey Hexes on him?" Ginny asks her.

Luna nods. "I will be. My mother told me these things take time to heal, then I guess, I'll give it time."