Ok, this will probably be the last "speedy update" for a while. I'm working on the fourth and fifth chapters, but school and work tend to get in the way sometimes. Anyway, oh! I forgot to mention...the romance aspect of this story will be Harry/Ginny (possibly with some Ron/Hermione on the side).You won't see Ginny for a while though. Sorry to those of you who aren't keen on H/G, but I am possibly the biggest supporter of H/G & R/Hr that you'll ever meet!

Alright, on with the story! (And thanks again for the reviews!)


"Alright, Luna! I understand…no, I don't understand what's going on with Harry, but I understand that you don't understand…oh, come off! It very well did make sense! Stop laughing! And give me that ridiculous newspaper rubbish! Must you take it everywhere!"

Harry sat shot up, looking wildly around. He was in his living room, and, he deduced, had fallen asleep on the couch. He had woken up to someone whispering angrily, whom, he suspected, was trying to be quiet, but was failing miserably. He heard muffled giggles coming from the corridor off of the kitchen. As the angry voice had mentioned, he guessed the giggling was coming from Luna.

"Hello?" he called, half angry, half confused that this Luna person would not leave him alone. The whispering and laughter abruptly stopped.

Harry was moving closer to the kitchen as two girls, one Luna, one he didn't recognize, sheepishly appeared out of the corridor. The girl he didn't know, a bushy haired brunette, smiled brightly at him.

"Er…hello, Harry! Sorry if we startled you."

Harry looked at Luna, who was paying absolutely no attention to the situation at hand. She was gazing around his kitchen, eyes wide and a small smile playing at her lips. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the brunette.

"Are you Hermione, then?"

Her smiled faded slightly. "Yes, of course, Harry. Luna mentioned that you were acting a bit…off." She continued, as though saying it would confirm its truth. "Is everything alright?"

"I don't think so," he replied carefully. His confusion was beginning to consume his anger. "I don't believe I know you, but you both seem to know me."

Hermione stared at him. "What are you talking about, Harry? You and I spoke through the floo just last night…"

"The floo?" Harry replied incredulously.

Hermione's eyes seemed to pierce his soul. He could tell she was unnerved by his responses, but to be completely honest, he was rather unnerved by her gaze. He shivered slightly without realizing it. "We spoke through…through the floo?" He asked, forcing calm through his confusion. She seemed to sense it.

"Harry, are you being serious right now, because this isn't funny."

"What?"

"Don't play your bloody prat games with me! You save those for Ron and other people who actually find humor in them!"

"Ron?" Harry questioned as he saw Luna's head jerk out of the corner of his eye. She was staring at Hermione, as though she'd just said something of inconceivable value. Hermione kept her eyes trained on Harry.

"Yes, Luna, I have the ability to swear, too."

Luna blinked then chuckled slightly to herself. She went back to examining the surroundings as she pushed past Harry and wandered into the living room.

"Hey!" he called after her. "Stay in here, please! Would you just…" Realizing his pleas were hopeless as they seemed to be unheard or possibly just ignored, Harry rounded on Hermione.

"Would you get her out of here, please! I'm not comfortable with strangers roaming my home!"

But Hermione didn't answer, she just continued to stare. Finally, Harry had had enough of that, too. "And stop staring at me! It's bizarre!"

"You really don't know who we are, do you?" Hermione asked quietly.

"No!" Harry said, relieved someone finally was listening to him. "Should I?"

"Yes," Hermione said simply. "Yes, you should."