A/N: Sorry for the wait. I've been busy with classes and what not. Hope this chapter makes up for it….

Waking up to his unruly tousle of hair did more for her heart than she cared to admit. "Hey, Lune," Harry greeted groggily. He gave her a lazy smile as he stretched in his spot beside her. Last night Luna had urged him to sleep on the bed, if he insisted on staying the night.

"You know," Luna spoke, "I could have healed just as well in the guest room, Harry."

He blushed, "I know, this is the first place I thought to bring you."

She didn't know what to make of that statement so she just said 'thank you' instead.

"Don't mention it. I'm just glad you're alright," He answered with a smile. He grabbed her hand and laced his fingers together with hers. It was then that they heard a knock on the door. "Come in."

It was Ginny and Ron. Luna smiled as the male red head came bustling over with a bag of goodies in his hands. "Hey Luna. Just thought you could use some sweets...er, I may have ate a chocolate frog or two."

She laughed, "Thanks Ron." she looked up at Ginny and her smile dissipated. Ginny wasn't looking at her, but down. Following her line of sight she saw it ended at she and Harry's joined hands. Slowly, she removed her hand from his. "Thanks for coming to see me Gin."

"Did you really stay here all night Harry?" Ginny asked ignoring Luna completely. Luna grimaced at the growing tension that filled the room.

"Yes, Gin. I did."

"You couldn't even wait a day?! Did I mean nothing to you?!" Ginny shouted, rushing towards Harry. Ron stopped her-grabbing her arm.

"What in the bloody hell is wrong with you Gin?" the elder Weasley questioned his sister. She yanked herself from his grasp.

"Oh nothing," she spat, voice dripped with sarcasm, "just the fact that your prat best friend, waited all of five minutes before hooking up with this floosy!" Ginny exclaimed, face hot and tears threatened to escape her eyes.

"Wait-? You guys aren't together anymore?" Ron injected completely blown away by the news. He didn't get answer instead he watched Harry burst angrily from his seat.

"Say what you want about me but you will not disrespect Luna. I've told you once, and I'll tell you again-she has nothing to do with this!" Harry argued, unconsciously blocking Luna from his ex's view. He looked back at Luna who dutifully averted his gaze. He gulped. "Perhaps we should take this someplace else," he stated in a way that showed it was more than a suggestion. The two redheads grudgingly followed him out of the bedroom. As for Luna, she collapsed onto the bed emotionally exhausted and confused.

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Hermione woke up in the warm embrace of her fiancé. She smiled, it was...an incredible thought. She looked down at her hand. The ring was the embodiment of Slytherin, how fitting especially considering who she was going to marry. Severus Snape-the man was still a mystery to her, even after everything they've endured. She studied the ring. It must have cost a fortune, unless it was an heirloom. But she had been under the impression that Severus came from a poor family…? She didn't get to finish her thought as Trixie, Severus' house elf, (another thing he shouldn't have) popped in front of her. "Mistress Hermione," she said, "there's a Mister Harry Potter here to see you."

"Harry?!" she shrieked before wincing and checking to see if she woke Severus. The man in question just continued to slumber.

"Yes Mistress," Trixie said, "he's in the holding room-you have to take down the wards."

"Oh, yes-I forgot," she struggled to get out the bed, "Trixie, can you help me get ready?" She was panting, her heavy belly was a constant obstacle lately.

The elf jumped with excitement. "Trixie will dress you in the black lace dress. It'll match the ring best." Hermione quirked her brow at the elf. The lace dress was rather fancy for just meeting with Harry-was she hiding something?

"No, I'll wear the simple grey one. Unless...Is there something I need to know Trixie?"

The elf's eyes went wide. "Er...Yes, yes!...Mister Potter seems very upset Mistress." She couldn't tell if the elf was lying or not, but decided to drop the matter for now.

"Oh dear, something must be wrong. Tell Severus I'll be in the parlor unless noted other, please Trixie?" The elf nodded and Hermione waddled as fast as she could to the holding room.

She found Harry standing, or pacing to be exact within the confines of the holding room. She lifted the wards hurriedly. "What's wrong Harry?" she asked ushering him into the parlor. She frowned as he plopped down on the sofa, despondent.

"I-I-I ah, I broke up with Ginny," Harry began looking up from his hands.

"I'm sorry Harry," she replied and he shook his head.

"No, it was only a matter of time. The problem is Luna."

"Luna?!"

She watched her best friend's face take on a tortured expression. "Well, it seems I've taken a shining to her. It happened so suddenly I didn't even notice. But Ginny did."

"Yikes," Hermione grimaced. She knew Ginny could be very vindictive.

"Yeah," Harry agreed, "I keep telling her that Luna and I have done nothing wrong, but this morning she caught us in a compromising position."

"Oh God Harry what did you do?"

"Nothing!" He exclaimed. When she flinched at his volume he sighed. "We we're playing quidditch and Luna ended up getting hurt. I was really worried, so I spent the night watching over Luna. That's it. That's all."

Hermione was confused. "What's wrong with that?"

Harry blushed, "Well, I was laying in the bed with her."

Hermione frowned. "Why would you do something like that? I thought the guest bed was a twin anyway?"

Harry looked away from his best friend knowing how she would react to what he said next: "It was my bed." What he hadn't been expecting was for her to hit him. "Ow!"

"That's for doing something so idiotic. No wonder you and Ginny broke up."

"I know, I know, but it's more than that. Ginny and I...we're not the same. There was a time when quidditch was my favorite thing to do-and to a degree it still is, but I also just like sitting down with tea and watch the telly or read." Hermione nodded.

"I get it Harry. It's the little things, that alone seem insignificant, but they're not. Not when they help make up the big picture." He looked up surprised at how well she captured his thoughts. Hermione smiled. "But what I want to know, is how this Luna thing developed?"

Harry looked at his best friend, that in truth he considered a sister, and grinned.