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The next day, a Sunday, started out suspiciously normal for Luna. As she patrolled the halls in the morning, not one Nargle seemed to lurking around the corner, she didn't have to warn anyone about the wrackspurts around their heads and she didn't seem to discover anything even remotely unusual. The feeling was oddly unsettling and Goosebumps seemed to appear along her arms for some strange reason. Maybe it was just her new clothes putting the creatures off. Yes, that must have been it. She vaguely recalled her father telling her how much wrackspurts detested high heels. As she entered into the great hall for breakfast things seemed normal there too. Yes it was a little quieter than usual but that was probably because it was still reasonably early on a Sunday morning. Apart from that nothing extra ordinary seemed to be happening. As she took her place at the end of the Ravenclaw table and poured herself a glass of orange juice, she couldn't help but notice a few people staring at her. She also couldn't help but notice people weren't sitting as far away from her as they usually did. How odd. She couldn't decide whether she preferred this sort of strange or no strange at all. Her brow creased in confusion as she caught the eye of a Ravenclaw Fred's year. He quickly looked back to his plate of bacon but Luna was still presently surprised she had caught his attention.

"Luna, do you mind if I sit here?" Fred Weasley stuttered awkwardly as he rocked back and forth on his heels behind Luna.

"But this is the Ravenclaw table, Fred." she informed him. It seemed to have gone from a weirdly normal morning to a strange weird morning in a matter of minuets.

"Oh-eh- I know. But I kind of have to speak to you and I don't know when else to talk to you." he grimaced.

"oh." she paused for thought, "ok then." she then motioned for him to sit next to her. Her mother had always taught her to be nice to people, even if you didn't particularly like them at the time.

"thanks." he rushed as he let out a sudden rush of breath. Funny, why was he holding his breath?

As he sat down a few people at the Ravenclaw table opposed but were soon shut up with a death glare from Fred.

"What do you want Fred?" Luna asked politely as possible as she took a bit out of her toast.

"Well we need to talk."

"I agree."

"You do?" he asked.

"Of course, now please talk."

"Luna look, I'm really sorry about the whole Angelina thing. I shouldn't have cheated. I don't know what I was thinking. I was being a selfish idiot. I don't even like her and I would never want to be with her but for some reason-"

"Is it because she's prettier than me?" Luna asked bluntly.

"What? No! Of course not Luna. Why would you even think that? You really are the most beautiful girl on the planet and you should know that. Angelina is nothing compared to you. In fact, any guy would be lucky to have you and I can't believe I didn't see that until now."

"Then is it because she will have sex with you and I won't?"

"Luna doesn't be ridiculous. You know full well I'm willing to wait for you. Yes she'll have sex with me but that doesn't mean I want it from her. Like I said, I was being an idiot and not thinking with my head. It won't happen again."

"Are you only talking to me because I changed my clothes?"

"That's ridiculous, Luna. I would like you no matter what you wore. Whether it was a clown suit or-or nothing at all." it was only then that Fred realised he was shouting, he blushed in embarrassment and looked at the table before carrying on in a whisper, "Luna I love everything you do, wear and say. Nothing will change that."

Fred then took in Luna's appearance. She had on a revealing, tight silk blouse and a short blue skirt. She looked as if she was trying to pull the skirt down to a longer length and a look of discomfort was spread across her face. Fred looked down at the ground, un surprised at what he saw. He would recognise those facial expressions anywhere. It mirrored Ginny's expression after a night of wearing her high heels. Fred just couldn't believe Luna had succumbed to such idiotic choices of clothes. They may have been 'in fashion' but since when did Luna care about petty things like that? As Fred looked at Luna he realised just how much he too had changed. gone was the young school boy who would do anything to get some action in a broom cupboard, gone was he who loved girls more the less they wore, gone was the boy who used to use girls and treat them like they were nothing more than dirt. Instead he was the young man who completely loved the girl sitting in front of him, the young man who would choose her comfort over her looking her best every time, he was now the young man who would do anything for the girl sat in front of him. Then why did he cheat? He honestly didn't know. But he was sure of one thing, all he wanted was the girl in front of him and he would do anything to get her.

"Luna pleases ju-" his speech was interrupted by the post owls arriving. Luna's gaze left his face to look at the owl that had just landed in front of her. It was a daily prophet owl. She paid the Knut quickly and took the newspaper from the owl, but not before thanking it and giving it a cornflake of course.

It turned out Rita Skeeter had been wrong.

The picture she had taken yesterday hadn't made second page news. Oh no, it had made first.

Looking at the front page Fred quickly turned and left.

Luna gasped and for seconds her brain was unable to think any rational thoughts. Soon one thought was brought to the forefront of her mind: how ridiculous!

She quickly turned to see Fred exit the hall; she had to get to him. She quickly swung her legs over the bench and ran out of the hall after him. A hall full of silence left in her wake.

"Fred!" she shouted down the hallway, he was only a little bit ahead, and she would easily catch up with him. "Fred!" she shouted again for good measure before flat out running towards him.

However she seemed to have forgotten the fact she was wearing heels.

"Ouch." Fred heard a small voice cry out from behind him. He turned to see Luna sprawled on the floor a little way behind him in the middle of the corridor. All thoughts of previous events vanished from his mind as the sight of her.

"Are you ok?" he asked as he reached her, he then slowly bent down and gently picked her up.

"Fine thanks." she winced into his shoulder, she didn't want to face him, it was too embarrassing.

"What was that about?" he laughed slightly as he took her over to a secret hideout place he and George had used many times before; it was behind a tapestry just down the hall.

"You ran off." she murmured.

"So you decided to throw yourself at the floor?" he laughed softly knowing full well that wasn't the case.

"wrackspurts." she whined as Fred placed her down on the floor beside him now that they had reached the secluded hide out.

"Thought so." he smiled before grabbing her leg.

"What are you doing?" she gasped in shock.

"Checking your ankle of course," he laughed, "nothing a few spells wont fix." he diagnosed before pulling his wand out of his back pocket and performing them himself. Luna immediately felt the pain vanish.

"You know that was a good healing spell Fred Weasley. You should be a medi-wizard."

"Somehow I don't think so." he chortled away to himself before suddenly turning serious again, "promise me one thing wont you?" he asked.

"Of course." Luna smiled.

He then without warning grabbed her feet and pulled her shoes off, "never wear these things again."

"I'll give them to Ginny right away." Luna giggled.

"Well I'm sure she'll love them. I also have a feeling she might be able to walk in them better." he laughed.

They both then found themselves staring at one another in the deafening silence surrounding them. Luna bit her lip slightly and Fred couldn't resist. He leaned in closer leaving their lips millimetres apart, "but what about Diggory?" He asked. The thought pained him, a pain he never expected.

"He's a friend Fred, we were just talking. Anyway, he goes out with Cho Chang." Luna pulled away indignantly and told him.

"Fair point. I had to ask." he tried to close the space between them once more but Luna pulled away.

"What about Angelina?" she asked quietly, looking at the ground.

"Luna-"

"What Fred?"

"You know how sorry I am about that. What I did was inexcusable and there's nothing I can do to make that better. However, I promise to not do anything like it again. Ok?" he asked looking right into Luna's eyes. There was no denying, he did look truly sorry.

"ok." she whispered. On the exterior she had fully forgiven him but on the inside only she knew she hadn't. It would take a long time for her to fully forgive them, but Fred had guessed as much. He had often heard his father use the muggle phrase, 'forgive but not forget'. He had never understood the phrase before but guessed it would be appropriate for times like these.

Slowly, Luna stood up and left the hiding place, her high heels slung over her shoulder, a wistful look on her face. Fred followed soon after, the same thoughtful look on his face, but he didn't follow Luna. She needed time to think. Although one thing he was sure of was that things would get better. They had to. He was, after all, Loony for Lovegood.