Title: Freaky Friday
Author:Hollow Haven
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Comedy/Romance
Chapter 10: Luna
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that belongs to Rowling...Ironic, no?
Harry was frowning heavily as he lumbered down the corridor after the romantic fiasco. He couldn't understand why Ginny had just run away like that without saying a single word... His stomach churned as thoughts began to fill his head, along with an instant replay of the horrified look that had been on Ginny's face. "Harry!" A voice called, breaking his deep concentration.
The raven haired boy spun around to see Loony Luna Lovegood ambling towards him with her long blonde locks bouncing with each step in beat with her rather large moon earrings. After taking Astronomy the previous year, Ginny thought it would be a clever and funny idea to give Luna (Which means moon in Latin) those earrings for Christmas.
Harry's stomach knotted up again with the thought of Ginny. "You'll never believe what's happened! Father received an actual knargle picture the other day! Sure it's rather blurry...and rather hard to see...but he expects it to be a very large success!" She stated with excitement and pride dancing in her eyes.
Harry admired and loved Luna very deeply (In the platonic sense, of course). Many people had tried to help Harry cope with the loss of Sirius Black at the end of his fifth year, but no one could actually get to him. Sure, he talked to Ginny who was a great listener...but she had never lost anyone like Harry had.
Ginny had suggested that he should talk to Lupin...but Lupin seemed to have sunk into a deep, mental coma in which no one would see him for days at a time, in which he would only emerge for his medicine and a little bit of food.
Harry had remembered his conversation with Luna on his last day of school that year and decided that if anyone would understand, it would be her. "Harry..." Luna said in her signature sing-songy voice while waving her hand in front of his eyes, wondering where his mind had wandered off to.
"What do you know about Ginny?" Harry asked abruptly.
She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Luna was the first and only person who knew that Harry fancied Ginny. He couldn't confide in Ron...that would just be...strange, not to mention it'd be practically the same as signing his own death certificate. He knew that if he told Hermione, she might accidentally slip to Ginny one night...and of course telling Ginny wasn't even an option in his mind.
"Luna...I kissed her... Augh." He groaned and fell up against the hard, stone wall in the corridor. "We were just sitting in the hallway and next thing I knew I was on top of her and..." Harry couldn't tell if the Ravenclaw was about to laugh hysterically or smack him for his stupidity.
"And...?" She waited.
"She pushed me and ran away," Harry murmured, feeling his face heat up. He thought the whole situation to be disgustingly ironic...He had only had 2 kisses in his entire life. The first one with Cho consisted of her bawling her eyes out the entire time...and now this. He was beginning to dread what might happen if he ever had a third kiss...She'd probably fall over dead or something. For a split second, the thought of wearing a sign around his neck saying "quarantine" crossed his mind.
Luna bit her lip nervously and fingered the chain of butterbeer caps around her neck. He studied her uncommon nervous reaction and knew something was up. "She told you something, didn't she?" He gaped. Without responding, Luna grabbed onto his sleeve and pulled him into a nearby vacant classroom, shutting the door behind them.
"Harry," she said calmly to him as he sat down on one of the desk table-tops. It was quite a rarity for Luna to ever sound very serious...but her dreamy and pleasant voice was no where to be found at the moment. The Gryffindor was beginning to realize that he disliked this side of Luna. "Ginny does like you...it's just..." She was trying to choose her words cautiously. "You ...You being who...who you are..." She sighed, knowing there was no way getting around it. She abruptly sat down next to him.
"She knows the prophecy...She overheard Hermione and Ron talking about how 'only one must live while the other must die'. How do you think she feels? She's petrified."
"How does SHE feel? That prophecy is the thing that's deciding whether or not I get to live to see my eighteenth birthday! I might not live to see my Hogwarts graduation all because of that damn prophecy!" He yelled.
"Oh sod off Harry! Knock off the blood angst act! This is supposed to be a comedy story for God sake!" Luna seemed to yell.
Harry stared at her in disbelief. "What did you say?"
"I said that we all do understand how hard this is for you...but you just have to see it from Ginny's point of view," She stated. Harry shook the thought of what he had heard Luna first say and just told himself he must have been hallucinating.
"You should really talk to her about it...Not me," Luna said matter-of-factly, regaining her light-hearted tone of voice.
"I can't for another four and a half minutes. It's passing time right now so the readers don't wonder how certain events happened in such a small period of time."
She stared at Harry with a very confused look. "What?"
"Huh?" Harry replied with an equally befuddled expression.
"What did you just say?"
He looked around as though the answer was floating around in the air near him. "I didn't say anything..."
They stared at each other, trying to figure out what was going on inside their heads. Luna was the one who finally broke the silence. "We should probably get out of here..." She said with a dumbfounded look.
Harry stood up quickly from his seat and nodded to her. "Good idea." He said, reaching for the door knob.
"Ow. Ow. Ow." Each audible moan and groan that escaped Hermione's...well actually Ron's...The person with the injury! 's lips got louder and louder as Ron's body limped down the hallway with a leg in poor condition and a broken wrist. If Madam Pomfrey had seen him right then, she would have screamed in a very shrill voice and shooed him back into the Hospital Wing.
Yes... Although Hermione's mind was currently located in Ron's body...She couldn't help but be possessed by his rebellious essence. She needed to get out of the Wing...somehow. The first thing that had popped into her mind was to tell Madam Pomfrey that she was feeling a lot better. Well that seemed like a stupid idea. Second option...Sneak out.
With the agonizing pain that was jetting up through Ron's leg, it made Hermione have second thoughts about her actions. She was about to turn around when she noticed that she had just walked into ongoing traffic of people going to lunch. Students began to stare at Hermione with perplexed looks as she limped down the hallway, grabbing onto the walls for support and balance.
She had made it to the entrance of the Great Hall when Ron's leg finally gave in and she stumbled. She would have fallen straight onto to floor if an arm hadn't reached out and grabbed for her. She was confused by the sudden recovery and looked up at the person who had been the rescuer. Hermione looked into the person's eyes and saw a very familiar gaze. "Ron..." She whispered to the person in her own body.
((I know...Kind of short, but I really didn't want to add too much to it. I wanted everything to all fall together before the final chapters...so I thought the two of them meeting up would be necessary. Shrugs Alas...Oh well. Please review! ))