Sorry about the delay, but I'm a procrastinator! A HUGE procrastinator! I'll try to update sooner next time, but no promises. We're starting to get more and more homework everyday. Anyway, here's the second chapter of my story, enjoy!

"He deserved it," Harry said, glaring at the unconscious Malfoy.

"You shouldn't have done that, Harry. You really shouldn't have done that," Hermione told him.

"Yes I should have. And it doesn't matter now. Let's just leave him here and go to bed," he said bitterly and started to walk back to the school.

"We CANNOT just leave him here!" Hermione hissed.

"We CAN and we WILL!" He yelled.

"Calm down, Harry! Malfoy's never gotten you this worked up before. What did he do?" she questioned.

"He…..he…..you don't want to know," Harry snapped.

"Fine, but I have to help him," she said.

"Whatever, just make sure I'm well away from him when you do," he said and turned to walk to the castle. He noticed that Luna had already left, which made his heart drop. He had been looking forward to smelling her hair again.

Harry left Hermione to deal with Malfoy and made his way up the steps to the Gryffindor Common Room. He went straight to bed, ignoring Ron's questions about what had happened and where Hermione was.

The next morning, Harry woke up to find everyone already down in the common room. He got dressed quickly and then climbed down the stairs to the common room. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the couch talking when he entered. He approached them and sat down on the couch.

"Hey guys," he said.

"Hey Harry," Ron said, while Hermione glared at him.

"What spells did you use on Malfoy last night?" she growled.

"I donno, why?" he asked.

"I couldn't get him to wake up for a good hour last night and his hair is still in the form of radishes!" she snapped at him. Harry laughed, but quickly turned it into a cough when he saw the glare on her face.

"So, er, Harry, who are you going to the dance with?" Ron asked quickly, sensing trouble.

"Well, umm, no one yet," he replied.

"Why don't you go with Ginny?" Ron suggested.

"Ginny's great and all, but…." he said but was cut off by an angry Ron.

"But what? But she's a Weasley and a Weasley isn't good enough for you? But she's too poor? But I can't be seen with dirt like her? But…" he went into a rampage, but was stopped by Ginny.

"BUT I already have a date, Ronald!" she snapped and then looked thoughtfully at Harry. "And besides, I think Harry has his eye on someone else." Ginny sat down on the couch next to Harry.

"You do? Who? Wait-Harry who do u want to ask?" Ron stuttered in shock.

"How did you know, Gin?" Harry asked.

"Oh please, who invented the whole elbow-in-the-butter-dish thing? The way you look at her gives it away too, and then how you defended her last night," she informed him.

"Am I really that obvious?" he sighed and rested his head on his hands.

"Yep," Ginny said.

"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Ron exclaimed.

"Ron, you are so thick!" Hermione snapped.

"You know too? Just tell me who it is!" he said.

"It's Luna!" Hermione spat.

"Luna? But she's, well, Luna!" Ron said in disbelief.

"Yes, Ron! I like Luna!" Harry shouted, and the whole common room went silent. Harry blushed bright red as everyone's eyes turned to him. He turned and ran from the room.

"Great job Ron!" Ginny snapped and then turned to follow him, but Hermione held her back.

"Just let him go. Chances are, you'll just make it worse," she said.

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'm going to go get some breakfast," Ginny said and left, leaving Hermione screaming at Ron.

Meanwhile, Harry found himself running down the staircase and through the halls of Hogwarts. He didn't know where he was running to, but he knew he'd know when he got there. He ran around a corner, and suddenly found himself sprawled out over the ground. He searched frantically for his glasses. He found them a few feet to the right and put them on. His vision now much clearer, he could see that he had run straight into Professor Lockhart.

"Professor, I'm so sorry," Harry said as he helped Lockhart up. He gathered up the teacher's books stacked them into a neat pile. As he handed Lockhart the books, he noticed an envelope on top addressed to Cupid Inc. The professor noticed Harry's gaze, and quickly hid the envelope under his books.

"It's quite alright, Harry. Be careful in the future or you might end up in the Hospital Wing," he said.

"I will. Professor, what was that envelope about?" Harry questioned.

"Oh, it's nothing…just...well, I might as well tell you. I'm arranging for the cupids to come on Valentine's Day like they did last year! Isn't that exciting?" Professor Lockhart exclaimed. Harry's face turned bright red in remembrance of his second year. A brilliant idea suddenly consumed him and a smile lit his face.

"That's great professor! How do you get the cupids to deliver a message for you?" he asked curiously.

"Well, you right down what you want to say and then drop it in a box in my classroom," Lockhart explained. "I'd best be going, Harry. Oh, and please keep this a secret. We don't want the whole school knowing this, now do we?" He winked at Harry and then continued walking in the direction that Harry had come from.

"That lunatic is good for something after all!" Harry said to himself as he made his way to the Great Hall. He was remembering the Valentine that Ginny had sent him during his second year and was hoping she could help him come up with one for Luna.

Harry opened the doors to the Great Hall and found his friends sitting near the middle of the Gryffindor Table. He sat down next to Ginny.

"Ginny, I need your help," he said, frantically.

"Sure, Harry. What do you need?" she said. He opened his mouth to explain, but noticed that Parvati and Lavender were nearby and would surely listen in. The last thing he wanted was the controllers of the Hogwarts gossip hotline to hear.

"Meet me in the Room of Requirements in one hour," he whispered and then disappeared out of the hall.

An hour later, Harry was seated in an over-stuffed arm chair in the Room of Requirements when he heard three loud knocks on the door.

"Come in," he shouted, and the door opened up to reveal the youngest Weasley. She entered the room and shut the door behind her.

"So what do you need help with, Harry?" she asked, sitting down in an arm chair identical to the one Harry was sitting in. He quickly explained about the cupids and what he wanted to do.

"Sure, I'll help you!" Ginny said happily. She pulled out a sheet of parchment and a quill and ink. "Now, where do we begin?"

Ginny and Harry spent the next hour struggling to come up with a poem. Each time they got one, Harry would claim that it wasn't good enough for Luna. Finally, they came up with one that wasn't perfect, but it got the message across. After thanking Ginny multiple times for her help, Harry look off with the poem to give it to Lockhart. He placed it into the box and then made his way to the Great Hall.

It was already supper time by the time Harry reached the Great Hall. He found Ron and Hermione sitting near the edge of the Gryffindor table.

"Hey," he said as he sat down across from them.

"Hello Harry. Where's Ginny?" Ron asked.

"She was still in the Room of Requirements when I left. She said something about having to meet someone or something like that," Harry said.

"So what were you guys doing all day?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, nothing…you'll see tomorrow," he replied. Harry ate quickly and then headed up to the common room. He grabbed his invisibility cloak and then took off for the lake. When he got there, Luna wasn't there yet. He sat down on the shore and leaned against the trunk of a tree. After only a few moments, he could hear Luna's voice across the grounds. She was singing.

I linger in the doorway

Of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name

Let me stay

Where the wind will whisper to me

Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story

In my field of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby

I lie inside myself for hours

And watch my purple sky fly over me

Don't say I'm out of touch

With this rampant chaos - your reality

I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge

The nightmare I built my own world to escape

In my field of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby

I lie inside myself for hours

And watch my purple sky fly over me

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming

Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights

Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming

The goddess of imaginary light

Harry's jaw dropped in shock. Luna had such an amazing voice! Harry had never heard that song before, but coming from Luna, it was the greatest song he had ever heard. Luna finally reached the lake and sat down next to Harry. He caught a whiff of the intoxicating vanilla sent in her hair and his stomach did a flip flop.

"H…hi Luna," he stuttered.

"Hello, Harry," she replied in her dreamy voice. She stared out over the lake into the sunset.

Everything around them seemed to freeze, except for the sunset. They sat motionless as the colors of the sunset deepened and became even more beautiful. The only sound was the breaths of Harry and Luna. Before they knew it, the sun had completely disappeared behind the earth, and the stars had begun to appear in the sky.

"Look, there's the big dipper," Harry said, pointing at the constellation.

"There's the Sister of Night," Luna said, pointing to a group of stars.

"Sister of Night? I've never heard of that one before," Harry said.

"It's one of the wizarding constellations, the constellations that only wizards and witches can see. I read all about them in A Wizard's Night," she told him.

"I'll have to check that book out sometime," Harry said, as Luna gave a big yawn. "I think we'd better go to bed now."

"Yes, that'd probably be best," Luna sighed and gave one last glance at the stars before standing up. Harry wrapped the cloak around them and they walked back to their common rooms.

Disclaimer: I only own Harry Potter in Llama Land…Llama Land is in my imagination….

The song is Imaginary by Evanescence.