Forgot to add this: I own a cat named Harry Potter, but that's about it.

Harry awoke the next morning to an empty dormitory. It was a bright Saturday in January, and he could feel his stomach grumble from hunger. He quickly got out of bed and dressed, praying that he hadn't missed breakfast. When he got to the common room, he found Ron and Hermione in front of the fire, open books and parchment sprawled in front of them. They seemed to be in the middle of a heated discussion.

"Honestly, Ronald Weasley, don't you ever do your own homework? I don't mind if you ask me for help, but copying my work? Really, you would think that by your sixth year you would learn how to do your own work in a timely manner. Perhaps I should have gotten you another assignment organizer for Christmas this year instead of --"

"No, no, no! Not another one of those things. I'm happy with my broom servicing kit, thank you very much. And who's to say I was copying? I was just... admiring your penmenship..." Ron went to glance once more at Hermione's parchment, but was shocked when she snatched it off the table and moved it out of his line of vision.

"You've been eyeing my essay for the past half hour. You haven't even attempted doing your own essay without looking at what I have written."

"Rubbish! I've written plenty on my own!" Harry saw Ron move his essay slightly out of Hermione's reach. Harry could tell that Ron had probably written close to nothing, and what he had written had most likely been thanks to Hermione.

"I'll believe that as soon as I believe in heliopaths... Harry! How long have you been standing there?"

Harry smirked to himself as he plopped himself into the armchair across from them. Those two were always at eachothers throats over something.

"Not long, just enough to remember that I have to finish my essay for Transfiguration, or else you'll threaten to take back my Christmas present and get me another one of those nagging organizers."

Hermione frowned. "You haven't done your work either? The two of you, honestly."

Ron cut in before she could really get going. "Anyway! I tried waking you for breakfast mate, but you just kept rolling over and mumbling something. I figured you had another one of .... those nights. Figured I should let you sleep in."

With this, Harry's stomach growled. He didn't feel like going down to the kitchens, so he decided to just tough it out until lunch.

"I think I'll join you in finishing up some work. I should get some done before tomorrow, anyway."

A small smile played on Hermione's lips. "Oh, so that you won't have anything to distract you from your weekly walk with Luna, right?"

Every Sunday for a couple of months now Harry had spent with Luna. They went on walks and just talked about whatever was on their minds at the moment. His two best friends didn't know this, but that was part of the reason he was not as volatile this year. He emptied his frustration, anger, and sorrow on Luna and was able to face the rest of the week with a cheerier disposition. It was a cycle that helped him regain some sort of sanity. He was still prone to moodiness, but he tried to keep this at bay while with his best friends. At times like these, he didn't want to have his last words to them be something he would regret. He decided to start living each day as if it was his last, learning to enjoy the small blessings in each day (as much as he could, anyway). He had learned this from Luna. Without answering Hermione, he smiled to himself as he ran up to his room to grab his Transfiguration book, ink, a quill, and some parchment.

When he returned, he laid out his work and started in on his essay. The three worked in silence, interrupted only by the occasional sigh from Hermione whenever she caught Ron taking a peak at her essay. They didn't stop until Ron stood up about an hour and a half later.

"My stomach tells me it's about time for lunch."

Hermione looked up at him with a slightly amused expression. "Ron, sometimes I think we could set our watches to your stomach."

Harry glanced at his wristwatch and laughed. Surely enough, it was almost noon. Ron was always willing to eat, but Harry was always amazed that he could tell what time of day if was just by how hungry he felt. The three packed up their work and then headed down to lunch. They were joined by Ginny and Dean in the entrance hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table with Seamus and Neville.

Feeling ravenous, Harry loaded his plate with any food within arms reach and dug in. After a couple of mintutes of eating that would have made Ron proud, he poured some pumpkin juice into his goblet and chanced a glance at the Ravenclaw table. Right away, he noticed Luna carefully eating while she read a book. Her long blonde hair was pulled into two buns behind her ears, secured by blue ribbons that hung to her shoulders. Her large eyes were focused on the book propped against an extra goblet, the cover a deep purple with brilliant silver writing scrolled on the binding. Her large eyes, with the sunlight catching them so they looked even brighter than they normally were. Her large eyes, which were now looking right at him...

Not knowing what else to do, Harry quickly lifted his hand to wave to her. She smiled as she waved back and then continued reading. Great. Harry thought. She most likely thinks I'm a nutter, staring at her while she eats her lunch. Of course, this is Luna we are talking about. She wouldn't think of me as a nutter even if I danced around in the rain wearing nothing but my knickers. Hey, I bet she's even done that herself! Oh, for Merlin's sake, I really am a nutter, thinking of Luna in her underwear in the rain.

"Harry? HARRY! Have you been listening to a word I've said?" Snapped out of his reverie, Harry turned to Ginny, who was now staring disapprovingly at him with one eyebrow raised.

"Of course I was. Heard every word" he lied.

"Rubbish! I saw you staring at Looney. I was about to tell you to wipe the drool from your chin!" Ron interrupted, eyeing Harry with a look of pure confusion.

Ginny glared at Ron from across the table. "Ron, Luna happens to be a wonderful person and a very good friend of mine. If I hear you call her Looney one more time, I'll hex you to the point that Dumbledore himself could not fix you. I spent loads of time with Fred and George over the holiday, so you know I could!"

Ron snorted at this. "You couldn't hex your way out of a paper bag!"

"Just try me, Ronald Weasley!"

"Maybe I will ickle Ginny-winny-kins!"

"WILL THE TWO OF YOU JUST KNOCK IT OFF!" Hermione shouted as she stood up. "As a prefect, I must insist that the two of you stop this quarreling at once before you can no longer control your actions. Honestly Ron, you need to set a better example as a prefect!"

Ron stood as well, his ears starting to get red. "Listen Hermione, this is between my bratty little sister and me. Don't start bringing up all that prefect rubbish now!"

The two glared at each other for a few seconds, and then sat down grumpily. Trying not to look at eachother, they finished their lunch in silence. Harry just sighed to himself. His two best friends, both completely off their rockers.

After lunch, they went back to Gryffindor tower and finished up their work. Hermione smiled to herself as she sat in an armchair, stroking a sleeping Crookshanks, watching them put the finishing touches on their essays.

"See? Now you don't have to stay up until all hours doing work tomorrow night. You'll enjoy your Sunday much more now."

"Especially since we wasted Saturday" Ron said under his breath. Hermione didn't seem to hear this because she picked up Crookshanks and sat down next to Ron to look over his essay, making sure he spelled everything correctly. She finished his and then read Harry's before it was time for dinner.

After dinner, they spent the evening playing chess until Hermione stood up and announced she was going to bed. Harry yawned. "I think I'll head up, too."

"Yea", said Ron sarcastically. "Got to rest up for your big day with Luna."

Harry tossed a pillow at his friend before running up the stairs and jumping into his four-poster bed. When he had changed and gotten into bed, he couldn't help but smile to himself as he thought of the next day.

A/N: Please review to let me know what you think so far. I will love you forever.