In the morning, you wake to find Luna halfway down the bed, licking your stomach with a cheeky smile. You've never truly taken the time to look at her before, beyond her big blue eyes, and for a moment all you can do is stare at her, until she laughs, and says, "Go and get breakfast, silly."
Downstairs in the kitchen, you sip at a glass of water and wonder whether today you want strawberry or plum jam, and then there is a knock at the back door. Not Percy again, he's always a front door kind of person; Charlie wouldn't knock, neither would the rest of your brothers, your parents certainly wouldn't. You tug Charlie's t-shirt down self-consciously and wonder what to do, when the door opens weakly, and Harry Potter stumbles in and collapses on the floor as though he's Errol.
He looks so pathetic and weak down there, you're not sure how you ever could have thought you were so madly in love with him. His glasses are cracked, and his hair full of dust, and he's gripping his wand tightly as though it might try and escape. Then you notice that he's wearing Weasley gloves - Fred's. So the parcel did arrive, after all.
You kneel down, and shake him gently. "Harry?"
He doesn't move, but he doesn't look hurt either. You walk over to the stairs, and call up for Luna, who hurries down and uses a charm to lessen the weight as you drag him into the living room and put him on the sofa.
The two of you sit and eat your breakfast and gaze at him, not talking. You hate the idea that your first crush should be here on the sofa when all this has happened with Luna - which you realise is incredibly selfish of you when you see the deep purple bruises on Harry's arms which look like they were fixed with a too-hasty spell, and the sheer exhaustion he seems to be suffering from.
He wakes ten minutes later, blinking stupidly and then Luna fixes his glasses with a charm. He tries to sit up, gazing at both of you as though he can't remember how he got here, and you stand up and say briskly, "Come on, lets get you to a proper bed."
He lets the two of you guide him up the stairs, you leading the way and Luna walking behind, and you decide to put him in Percy's room, which is perfectly tidy and has the best bed, as it has been jumped on the least.
Harry lies back in bed gratefully, and Luna pulls a strawberry tart on a plate out of nowhere, and offers it to him. You would like to ask him about Ron and Hermione, or about the rest of the world, or anything that means anything - but you don't.
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You and Luna spend the rest of the day in silence, reading in the living room. You're not sure if she's engrossed in her book or cross with you or anything, because Luna is still a mystery to you in many ways. It's only when you look up as you turn a page, that you see that her book is The Encyclopaedia of Magical Maladies.
"Luna… you don't mind, do you? About Harry, I mean."
She looks up at you, surprised. "Of course not, silly."
Relieved, you get up, partly to go and get a drink, and mostly because you feel self-conscious of your pink cheeks and wide smile, even if it is only Luna and she's buried in her book again.
When you reach the kitchen, there is another knock at the door, and you open it without thinking.
Hermione stands there, and although she too looks in a bad way, she seems somewhat more composed than Harry. Her hair is a mess, a bruise blossoming on her cheek, but she says, very calmly, "I'm sorry to bother you, Ginny, but is Harry here?"
"Yes, he arrived this morning." You realise that she's not going to come in until she's invited, so you stand back and say, "Do come in."
She does so, and then asks, doubtfully, "And… Ron?" She doesn't seem surprised when you shake your head. She too is wearing Weasley gloves.
"I hope you don't mind if I stay in Ron's room for a little while," she announces, but still looks at you for approval.
"Not at all," you say, finding yourself acting politely in return. "You look tired, you should go to bed."
"Thank you," she says, gratefully, and you see that she is eyeing the selection of fruit tarts.
"Go on, take some up with you, some for Harry if you like."
"Thank you," Hermione says again, and picks some up carefully, along with a plate.
When Hermione is gone, Luna comes into the kitchen, still holding her book, and picks up a strawberry.
"We can play nurses," she says, happily. "I've learnt all kinds of things today. You can carry the bandages and the ingredients," she adds, kindly, and then, "I suppose you want to borrow Periwinkle?"
Periwinkle flies into the night, carrying your note to Ron, and you and Luna watch her until she's a speck in the clouds, and then neither of you move for a little while.
"Let's go to bed," Luna says, at last, and takes your hand.
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In the darkness of your bedroom, Luna listens as you start talking and can't stop. About Ron and about Harry and Hermione and Charlie and the twins and Percy and Bill and your parents, and how you shouldn't even be here.
Luna doesn't say anything, but lets you talk until you run out of breath and words. Then she kisses you softly, and pulls a flower out of your ear.