Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the characters in this story. All belong to J K Rowling.
A/N: I love You guys for reveiwing. GinnyHarryP, DarkLuna, Estella luna-thanks for the info on Ginny's name, the Desert Fox, and to Kat(My real live friend).
A CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY'S NIGHTMARE
or IT'S GONNA BE LOVE
by Lina Shay
Chapter Four: Much Ado About Love
Ron came out of the Potions class to find Hermione and Harry gone. He knew they weren't likely to wait all that time for him, but it would have been nice if they had. After a long detention with Snape, Ron could use a bit of quality time with Hermione. He figured it was a likely bet that they were all in the common room.
As Ron started down the hall, Luna came into view. This was not what he needed at the moment. He didn't even have Hermione or someone for moral support.
"Good evening, Ronald," Luna muttered happily. "Might I inquire about your lone state. Have your companions abandoned their dear friend?"
"Nothing of the sort, Loon-er-Luna," Ron began uncomfortably. "I'm sure they are just in Gryffindor common, waiting for me."
Ron started off walking again, hoping Luna would get the hint. She didn't. Instead, she casually followed him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Ron asked over his shoulder.
"It's late," she informed. "I figured we would benefit from each other's company through these corridors. After all, the house-elves are raising a rebellion against the Hogwarts students."
Ron rolled his eyes, saying, "You know, you can't follow me all the way there."
"Indeed," Luna agreed. "I will turn my back when we near Gryffindor's entrance. Until then, I will remain by your side."
"I really wish you wouldn't," Ron grumbles.
Luna stopped instantly in hurt and surprise. Ron kept on walking, hoping he had lost her interest or something. Unfortunately, she caught up to him.
"Are you saying that you would prefer me gone, Ronald?" Luna asked, much upset.
"Listen," Ron began as he stopped and faced her. "Luna, I'm not fond of you in that way. I will never be. So, please, leave me be."
As Ron walked off, Luna leaned against the wall, watching him. She slid down in a sitting position and put her face in her hands. How could she ever think that Ron could care for her?
"Whoo-hoo!" George cried as he ran through the corridor in his birthday suit.
Myrtle watched him in surprise and delight. Could it truly be that George did care for her? Why else would he show off the FULL George to her and the school? She couldn't imagine someone going this far for a prank. It was real. George did love her.
"Believe me yet, or should I walk into Snape's office?" George called to Myrtle as he ran passed a couple first year girls who gasped and blushed upon seeing him.
"I believe you," Moaning Myrtle insisted.
George came up to Myrtle. She tried her hardest to look at his face, but the fact that he was nude was weighing on her attention.
"I wish I could hold you, Myrtle," George said softly, passing his fingers through her arm.
"I wish you could, too," Myrtle giggled.
"Such a beautiful face," George began, raising his hand to her cheek. "Such sweet features."
Myrtle bit her lip, trying not to blush.
"If only I had been born in your time, or you alive in mine," George went on. "We could make such sweet love together."
Myrtle smiled, saying, "You'd better put on your robes before Dumbledore comes walking down the corridor."
"Only if you wish it!" George exclaimed, spinning away from her. "But if nakedness shows my love for you, I will never wear clothing again."
Myrtle laughed as George jumped and started dancing down the corridor.
"Dobby," Fred said as he caught the little elf. "How did it go with Harry?"
"Dobby puts spell on the girl, sir," Dobby told him. "Harry Potter could hardly believe she loves him, sir."
"Harry would," Fred laughed.
Just then, Harry came down the hall, Hermione following close behind him. Fred and Dobby jumped behind the nearest statue and watched the two.
"Dearest, why are you angry?" Hermione asked, trying to take his hand, but he kept pulling it away.
"Pomfrey took the perfect moment to be in bed with a headache," Harry grumbled. "Now, I'll never know what's making you act like this."
"My love for you, Harry," Hermione announced, throwing her arms around him.
"Hermione!" Harry shouted, shoving her away. "Despite whatever is wrong with you, deep down, you have to still remember that you love Ron."
"Never say that again," Hermione groaned, clutching her hair. "I hate Ron. I wish him dead. I only want you, my love."
"You're driving me crazy!" Harry yelled.
"You do the same to me," Hermione sighed, clinging to his arm.
Harry yanked away from her.
"Hermione!" He exclaimed. "Until you're well again, stay away from me!"
Harry, then, ran down the hall.
"Wait for me, love!" Hermione called after him as she followed.
"What?" Fred shouted, jumping out from behind the statue. "This is wrong."
"Yes, sir," Dobby agreed. "Why is not Harry Potter loving her back?"
"Dobby!" Fred shot at him. "You screwed up! You weren't supposed to make Hermione love Harry. You were supposed to make Looney Lovegood love Harry."
Dobby's orb-like eyes began to water. He proceeded to bang his head against the wall, saying, "Bad Dobby!"
"Stop that!" Fred ordered, picking Dobby up by the back of his shirt. "We can fix this. Just go find Luna and put the spell on her. I think I ought to find Ron before he finds Hermione."
"Yes, sir," Dobby said.
He snapped his fingers and disappeared. He reappeared near where Luna sat, crying. He snapped again, causing pink sparkles to sprinkle onto her.
A/N: I love You guys for reveiwing. GinnyHarryP, DarkLuna, Estella luna-thanks for the info on Ginny's name, the Desert Fox, and to Kat(My real live friend).
A CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY'S NIGHTMARE
or IT'S GONNA BE LOVE
by Lina Shay
Chapter Four: Much Ado About Love
Ron came out of the Potions class to find Hermione and Harry gone. He knew they weren't likely to wait all that time for him, but it would have been nice if they had. After a long detention with Snape, Ron could use a bit of quality time with Hermione. He figured it was a likely bet that they were all in the common room.
As Ron started down the hall, Luna came into view. This was not what he needed at the moment. He didn't even have Hermione or someone for moral support.
"Good evening, Ronald," Luna muttered happily. "Might I inquire about your lone state. Have your companions abandoned their dear friend?"
"Nothing of the sort, Loon-er-Luna," Ron began uncomfortably. "I'm sure they are just in Gryffindor common, waiting for me."
Ron started off walking again, hoping Luna would get the hint. She didn't. Instead, she casually followed him.
"What do you think you're doing?" Ron asked over his shoulder.
"It's late," she informed. "I figured we would benefit from each other's company through these corridors. After all, the house-elves are raising a rebellion against the Hogwarts students."
Ron rolled his eyes, saying, "You know, you can't follow me all the way there."
"Indeed," Luna agreed. "I will turn my back when we near Gryffindor's entrance. Until then, I will remain by your side."
"I really wish you wouldn't," Ron grumbles.
Luna stopped instantly in hurt and surprise. Ron kept on walking, hoping he had lost her interest or something. Unfortunately, she caught up to him.
"Are you saying that you would prefer me gone, Ronald?" Luna asked, much upset.
"Listen," Ron began as he stopped and faced her. "Luna, I'm not fond of you in that way. I will never be. So, please, leave me be."
As Ron walked off, Luna leaned against the wall, watching him. She slid down in a sitting position and put her face in her hands. How could she ever think that Ron could care for her?
"Whoo-hoo!" George cried as he ran through the corridor in his birthday suit.
Myrtle watched him in surprise and delight. Could it truly be that George did care for her? Why else would he show off the FULL George to her and the school? She couldn't imagine someone going this far for a prank. It was real. George did love her.
"Believe me yet, or should I walk into Snape's office?" George called to Myrtle as he ran passed a couple first year girls who gasped and blushed upon seeing him.
"I believe you," Moaning Myrtle insisted.
George came up to Myrtle. She tried her hardest to look at his face, but the fact that he was nude was weighing on her attention.
"I wish I could hold you, Myrtle," George said softly, passing his fingers through her arm.
"I wish you could, too," Myrtle giggled.
"Such a beautiful face," George began, raising his hand to her cheek. "Such sweet features."
Myrtle bit her lip, trying not to blush.
"If only I had been born in your time, or you alive in mine," George went on. "We could make such sweet love together."
Myrtle smiled, saying, "You'd better put on your robes before Dumbledore comes walking down the corridor."
"Only if you wish it!" George exclaimed, spinning away from her. "But if nakedness shows my love for you, I will never wear clothing again."
Myrtle laughed as George jumped and started dancing down the corridor.
"Dobby," Fred said as he caught the little elf. "How did it go with Harry?"
"Dobby puts spell on the girl, sir," Dobby told him. "Harry Potter could hardly believe she loves him, sir."
"Harry would," Fred laughed.
Just then, Harry came down the hall, Hermione following close behind him. Fred and Dobby jumped behind the nearest statue and watched the two.
"Dearest, why are you angry?" Hermione asked, trying to take his hand, but he kept pulling it away.
"Pomfrey took the perfect moment to be in bed with a headache," Harry grumbled. "Now, I'll never know what's making you act like this."
"My love for you, Harry," Hermione announced, throwing her arms around him.
"Hermione!" Harry shouted, shoving her away. "Despite whatever is wrong with you, deep down, you have to still remember that you love Ron."
"Never say that again," Hermione groaned, clutching her hair. "I hate Ron. I wish him dead. I only want you, my love."
"You're driving me crazy!" Harry yelled.
"You do the same to me," Hermione sighed, clinging to his arm.
Harry yanked away from her.
"Hermione!" He exclaimed. "Until you're well again, stay away from me!"
Harry, then, ran down the hall.
"Wait for me, love!" Hermione called after him as she followed.
"What?" Fred shouted, jumping out from behind the statue. "This is wrong."
"Yes, sir," Dobby agreed. "Why is not Harry Potter loving her back?"
"Dobby!" Fred shot at him. "You screwed up! You weren't supposed to make Hermione love Harry. You were supposed to make Looney Lovegood love Harry."
Dobby's orb-like eyes began to water. He proceeded to bang his head against the wall, saying, "Bad Dobby!"
"Stop that!" Fred ordered, picking Dobby up by the back of his shirt. "We can fix this. Just go find Luna and put the spell on her. I think I ought to find Ron before he finds Hermione."
"Yes, sir," Dobby said.
He snapped his fingers and disappeared. He reappeared near where Luna sat, crying. He snapped again, causing pink sparkles to sprinkle onto her.