Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the characters in this story. All belong to J K Rowling.
A/N: Thanks, DarkLuna, rbt1980, silent H, Padfoot04, Pearl, and the Desert Fox, for reveiwing.
A CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY'S NIGHTMARE
or IT'S GONNA BE LOVE
by Lina Shay
Chapter Five: For The Love Of Harry!
Harry came running down the hall an instant later. When he saw his beautiful Luna crying on the floor, he stopped and knelt next to her.
"Luna, are you all right?" he asked.
Her sobs immediately ceased, and she glanced up at Harry. Just being near him gave her chills.
"Oh, Harry," she whispered, not able to take her eyes away from his.
"What? Are you hurt?" Harry asked, worriedly.
"I-I," Luna sputtered.
"You're shaking," Harry observed. "If she wasn't sick with a headache, I would suggest that you go to Madam Pomfrey."
"No, please don't bother," Luna insisted. "I am well as a bezoar."
Harry thought about her simile for a second, not sure how well you would consider a bezoar. He shook it off.
"Let me help you," he said, putting an arm around her and pulling her to her feet.
"Gallant, aren't you, Harry?" Luna asked, blushing.
"Gallant?" Harry laughed, also blushing. "I don't think so."
"Indeed, you are," Luna assured him. "Might I offer you a chocolate frog? I know you like them."
Harry was taken aback as Luna frantically searched her pockets.
"It's not necessary," he told her. "Could I walk you somewhere?"
"I have no where to be," Luna said quietly. "But I would be glad to go your way."
Harry looked at her in confusion.
"Shouldn't you...er...be looking for Ron?" Harry asked nervously.
"Why would I do that?" Luna asked, wide-eyed. "Is there something particular you wish me to speak to him about? I would be glad to oblige if you wish it."
Harry stared blankly for a moment, then threw his arms into the air.
"Oh, Holy Griffin!" Harry shouted. "What, is there a forget-Ron-fever going around, with loving me as a side effect?"
"I don't know what you mean," Luna told him, "but I think it's brilliant anyway."
"Luna," Harry began, taking her hands in his. "I love you, but you don't love me. You love Ron. Don't you remember?"
"How could I love anyone but you?" Luna whispered, staring deeply into his eyes.
Harry truly wished he could believe her. He wished he could believe the longing in her eyes and the tenderness of her touch. He wished that he could kiss her right then. But that would be taking advantage of her illness. That was something he would never do.
"HARRY!" called Hermione as she ran up. "Oh, Harry, how I missed you."
"Oh no!" Harry groaned.
"Why did you run from me, darling?" Hermione asked, panting. "I do not blame you for it. I only wish to be near you."
"Hermione, please!" Harry shouted. "I told you to stay away from me."
"No sooner could I stay away from air," Hermione announced.
"Blimey!" Harry cried, leaning his head on the wall.
"Dearest," Luna began, running her fingers through his hair, "don't be sorrowful. I hate to see you in pain."
"What do you think you're doing?" Hermione shot at Luna.
"I'm merely trying to comfort my Harry," Luna said.
"YOUR Harry?" Hermione scoffed. "You're mistaken, as usual. He's MY Harry."
"He loves me," Luna told her, non-confrontational. "Ask any Crumple-Horned Snorkack. They can read hearts, you know."
"What?" Hermione asked. "There's no such thing! You're loony, and I will see you with Harry when Neville becomes Minister of Magic!"
"Don't you two see how wrong this all is?" Harry demanded.
"Hermione!" Ron said as he came up. "Harry, I've been looking everywhere for you guys."
When he saw Luna, Ron quickly moved behind Hermione.
"Not her again," he whined. "Hermione, tell Luna that you and I are something special, will you?"
"Not for a million galleons!" Hermione shot at him.
"'Mione, are you mad at me or something?" Ron asked in confusion.
"Mad? You sicken me!" she exclaimed.
"What?" Ron gasped, looking to Harry for an explanation.
"I could never love you," Hermione said, walking over to Harry. "I love only Harry."
"As do I," Luna chimed in.
Each girl clung tightly to one of Harry's arms. Ron just gawked.
A/N: Thanks, DarkLuna, rbt1980, silent H, Padfoot04, Pearl, and the Desert Fox, for reveiwing.
A CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY'S NIGHTMARE
or IT'S GONNA BE LOVE
by Lina Shay
Chapter Five: For The Love Of Harry!
Harry came running down the hall an instant later. When he saw his beautiful Luna crying on the floor, he stopped and knelt next to her.
"Luna, are you all right?" he asked.
Her sobs immediately ceased, and she glanced up at Harry. Just being near him gave her chills.
"Oh, Harry," she whispered, not able to take her eyes away from his.
"What? Are you hurt?" Harry asked, worriedly.
"I-I," Luna sputtered.
"You're shaking," Harry observed. "If she wasn't sick with a headache, I would suggest that you go to Madam Pomfrey."
"No, please don't bother," Luna insisted. "I am well as a bezoar."
Harry thought about her simile for a second, not sure how well you would consider a bezoar. He shook it off.
"Let me help you," he said, putting an arm around her and pulling her to her feet.
"Gallant, aren't you, Harry?" Luna asked, blushing.
"Gallant?" Harry laughed, also blushing. "I don't think so."
"Indeed, you are," Luna assured him. "Might I offer you a chocolate frog? I know you like them."
Harry was taken aback as Luna frantically searched her pockets.
"It's not necessary," he told her. "Could I walk you somewhere?"
"I have no where to be," Luna said quietly. "But I would be glad to go your way."
Harry looked at her in confusion.
"Shouldn't you...er...be looking for Ron?" Harry asked nervously.
"Why would I do that?" Luna asked, wide-eyed. "Is there something particular you wish me to speak to him about? I would be glad to oblige if you wish it."
Harry stared blankly for a moment, then threw his arms into the air.
"Oh, Holy Griffin!" Harry shouted. "What, is there a forget-Ron-fever going around, with loving me as a side effect?"
"I don't know what you mean," Luna told him, "but I think it's brilliant anyway."
"Luna," Harry began, taking her hands in his. "I love you, but you don't love me. You love Ron. Don't you remember?"
"How could I love anyone but you?" Luna whispered, staring deeply into his eyes.
Harry truly wished he could believe her. He wished he could believe the longing in her eyes and the tenderness of her touch. He wished that he could kiss her right then. But that would be taking advantage of her illness. That was something he would never do.
"HARRY!" called Hermione as she ran up. "Oh, Harry, how I missed you."
"Oh no!" Harry groaned.
"Why did you run from me, darling?" Hermione asked, panting. "I do not blame you for it. I only wish to be near you."
"Hermione, please!" Harry shouted. "I told you to stay away from me."
"No sooner could I stay away from air," Hermione announced.
"Blimey!" Harry cried, leaning his head on the wall.
"Dearest," Luna began, running her fingers through his hair, "don't be sorrowful. I hate to see you in pain."
"What do you think you're doing?" Hermione shot at Luna.
"I'm merely trying to comfort my Harry," Luna said.
"YOUR Harry?" Hermione scoffed. "You're mistaken, as usual. He's MY Harry."
"He loves me," Luna told her, non-confrontational. "Ask any Crumple-Horned Snorkack. They can read hearts, you know."
"What?" Hermione asked. "There's no such thing! You're loony, and I will see you with Harry when Neville becomes Minister of Magic!"
"Don't you two see how wrong this all is?" Harry demanded.
"Hermione!" Ron said as he came up. "Harry, I've been looking everywhere for you guys."
When he saw Luna, Ron quickly moved behind Hermione.
"Not her again," he whined. "Hermione, tell Luna that you and I are something special, will you?"
"Not for a million galleons!" Hermione shot at him.
"'Mione, are you mad at me or something?" Ron asked in confusion.
"Mad? You sicken me!" she exclaimed.
"What?" Ron gasped, looking to Harry for an explanation.
"I could never love you," Hermione said, walking over to Harry. "I love only Harry."
"As do I," Luna chimed in.
Each girl clung tightly to one of Harry's arms. Ron just gawked.