Keep reviewing, and I'll keep writing (hugs and cheesecake to all!!). After the christmas party! Yay! (aka christmas day) I wanted to put in the scene where Dumbledore gives Harry the mask, but that would screw things up. So I'll stick it in somewhere when I edit.

Walking down a hallway on the fourth floor, Luna hummed to herself. The hallway was empty, and her slippered feet made no sounds. Pre-dawn light shone through the windows, bathing her in pale blue light. Her hair was free down her back, a contrast to her black Hogwarts robes. She hasn't slept since a short nap a few hours ago, and didn't plan on going back to bed until this evening, after Christmas dinner.

Around her neck she wore the necklace Harry had given her; it was just the right gift. It had made her smile brightly when she opened the package, a pleasant warm feeling had kindled in her and it was still there.

She stopped at a window and looked outside. The grounds were silent and still, covered in a sheet of white. An owl was flying back to the Owlery, its breakfast probably clutched in her beak. She turned and walked on; her white night gown, robes and her slippers keeping her warm.

As she rounded the corner, a very fluffy white cat came into view. "Ushashin," she greeted, and the cat jumped into her arms. She slipped a red cord around the cat's neck, over his normal collar. She hugged the cat close to her as she walked along, through an invisible doorway and up a set of stairs.

A red tinge was in the horizon when she made it to the Fat Lady. "Googlygop," she told the portrait, and the doorway was cleared. "To Harry, Love," she whispered to the cat. Ushashin licked her finger and jumped down and into the Gryffindor common room. Turning back, Luna greeted Nearly Headless Nick and strolled back down the staircase.

"OH, YES!!" Harry was awakened by this, and it made him shoot straight up in bed, groping around for his glasses. When he finally managed to fit them on, he grinned. Ron was swooning over his new broom, a Nimbus 2001. He looked up at Harry. "You! You and Hermione! I love you!"

Harry laughed at his friend's exuberance and watched Ron. His new broom was hovering at the perfect height, waiting for Ron to mount it. Ron, however, was content to circle it and examine every detail. "What else did you get?" Harry asked, making his way to the edge of his bed, where his presents were. Ron looked up, distracted. "What? Who cares?!" Ron laughed and Harry heard a groan in the bed next to him. Neville was sitting up, his hair plastered against one side of his head. "Where's Dean 'n Seamus?" He mumbled, looking at the empty two beds, as if they were hiding there. Ron shrugged. "I think they went out into the common room; they got each other Vanishing Hats." Harry snorted, they were probably waiting to torment some first years.

Neville was digging into the box of chocolate frogs Harry had gotten him. "Nice breakfast," Ron said brightly. Neville grinned as Harry opened one of his presents; this one was from Ron. It was three boxes of Skiving Snack Boxes. Harry laughed and thanked Ron, who grunted in reply and began to polish his broom with his sleeve. Shaking his head, Harry picked up the scarlet throw blanket Hermione had knitted for him as a present, and a great fluffy white cat jumped out at him

He frowned when the cat made himself at home in Harry's lap. He then noticed a red cord tied around his neck. Attached to the cord was a little red pouch. When he removed it, the cat leapt off the bed and squeazed through the open door. He watched it disappear, and tipped the little bag upside down. A tiny piece of parchment was all that was there, and written upon it was: tonight, the lake.

Harry snorted and looked the bit of paper over again. Nothing else was there, and he didn't recognize the handwriting. He shrugged and set it down on his dresser. Looks like he would be meeting someone tonight. Harry hoped it wasn't someone like Crabbe ready to confess his love for him. Harry snickered, causing Ron to give him an odd glance.

Seamus and Dean appeared (Ron had stopped giving Dean dirty looks) and dragged Ron, who was still in his pajamas, outside to test out his new broom. Ron managed to tell Harry that he would meet him later at breakfast. A few minutes later, when Harry had just slipped a clean but faded black sweater over his head, Hermione poked her head in, her eyes closed. "Is everyone decent?" she called to the room. Harry stole a glace at Neville and shrugged. "Yeah, if you don't mind Neville in his new pink silk undies."

"Hey!" Neville cried, indignant. Hermione laughed and cautiously opened one eye. Seeing that Neville didn't favor women's lingerie, she stepped into the room, dressed casually in a red sweater and a pair of jeans. She had a small purple velvet pouch in one hand. "Where did everyone go?" She asked. "Dean and Seamus made Ron go out and try his new broom," Harry told her, grinning. She smiled back. "He liked it then?"

"It's a broom," Neville piped up from his bed, "And this is Ron. What do you think?"

"I guess he liked it then." Harry nodded to the little pouch she had. "What's that?"

"My present from Ron," she answered in a low voice. She waited until Neville cleared out of the room before continuing. "It's a bit odd."

She undid the drawstrings and pulled out a little stone figurine. It was a carving of a water nymph, who sat on a rock in the middle of a small pool of water. She opened her eyes and gazed at them. "Nice," Harry said appreciatively. Hermione shrugged and placed the statue back in its bag. "I just think it's a bit unlike Ron, that's all."

Harry wasn't surprised by her reaction, as she had seemed the same last year when Ron got her that bottle of perfume. "Well, I don't," Harry said supremely. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, would you rather that he got you a bowling ball?" He asked. She laughed in agreement and sat on his bed, watching him paw through a Skiving Snack Box. Suddenly, she reached out and smacked him on the arm.

"What was that for?" Harry grumbled, rubbing the spot. Hermione rolled her eyes and stood up, leaving the room without another word.

Harry waited, and a few moments later Ginny stepped in. "Phase two begins." She said with an evil grin. Harry nodded and grinned back, thinking how much she looked like the twins when she did that.

After lunch, Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione were walking down a corridor on the third floor, Ginny and Harry leading along an arguing Ron and Hermione. This current row was brought into play when Hermione, being herself, had told Ron she hopped he didn't have to spend a lot of money on her. Ron had countered this with the fact that she and Harry had just bought him a state of the art broom, and she had said that she had help. Ron had replied, bitterly, that he was sorry he had got her something nice, and maybe next time he would get her a rock. Suffice to say, they were both bristling with frustration at the other.

"Merlin," Ginny muttered to Harry, "I've never seen so much sexual tension in my life." They were both trying to stop from crackling with laughter; Ginny had to cover up her snorts with coughing.

Unknown to their two friends, Ginny had some of the cat treats which Hermione gave Crookshanks stuffed in her pockets. Looking carefully back, Harry noted that they now had three cats (including Crookshanks) following them. Reaching inside his own robes, he took out a small toy owl, which looked a lot like Pig…

The enchanted little toy wouldn't last all that long, but long enough. Ginny took the packages from her pockets, and tore them open, sprinkling the contents over the toy bird. Coming up to their target, Harry let bird go…

"Pig!" Ginny cried, pointing at the tiny bird. Ron and Hermione followed her finger, watching in shock as the tiny bird was pursued by three hungry cats…

Thankfully, the Pig impersonator flew into an open broom closet. They ran up to the opening, where they heard feeble chirps. "Get him Ron! You're the tallest!" Harry couldn't make up his mind whether Ginny took after her mother or the twins more…

Ron stepped into the closet. Attempting to fetch her cat, Hermione stepped in after him…

Slam!!

Harry and Ginny leaned against the door, the former casting a locking charm for extra measure. Hermione's and Ron's fists hammered against the door, and they were yelling, quite displeased. Ginny looked over at Harry with a wry smile. "I'm not sure why we haven't done this before," she said thoughtfully.

Ten minutes later, they had progressed to making dirty threats. Neither Harry nor Ginny said a thing, and were now settled against the door, trading chocolate frog cards.

There was a lull in the threats, and they looked at each other, hopeful. "I WILL MAKE YOU EAT DUNGBOMBS!!!"

They returned to their cards…

When Harry began to feel the toll of sitting on a hard floor, he looked at his watch. "Wanna go grab something to eat?" He whispered to Ginny. The closet occupants were now down to randomly shouting for help. She nodded and they stood up, groaning and stretching their backs. Halting Harry before they set off, she unlocked the door and winked at him.

Being in a broom closet, which smelt heavily of cleaning solutions and faintly of mould was not fun. Especially when you were trapped in there with a panicked cat and a furious Hermione. Ron had retrieved "Pig" and had nearly crushed the small toy with rage. Instead, he flung the little toy at the door, and it made an unsatisfactory thump. Crookshanks pounced on it as soon as it hit the floor.

Sighing, he tried to make himself more comfortable. He didn't have much room to move, and he supposed sitting down was out of the question. He sighed and leaned against what little wall space there was. "Maybe we should try yelling some more," he suggested dully.

"Oh, because it's worked really well so far," snapped Hermione, venom dripping from her words. Ron glared at her in the dim light for a moment. "This is stupid," he muttered and kicked the door. He called out for good measure. Silence.

They stood in silence, leaning against their walls and listening for sounds. Crookshanks had chewed up the toy bird to an unrecognizable clump of stuffing. "I'll get them for this," Ron muttered darkly. Hermione sighed, and tried to shift around, until she accidentally hit the stack of mops and buckets of rages. They clattered on Ron and he hissed, moving out of the way. Their space had now been greatly reduced, as most of the junk had fallen behind him.

"Nice one." He said sarcastically. Hermione let out a very snotty sound. "Well, it isn't my fault we're stuck in here." Ron tried to move away and got poked by a mop handle. "What, so its mine?"

"It might as well be!" She yelled. "Why is everything my fault?" He snarled. "You're just afraid to admit your wrong!"

Hermione tried to kick a bucket away from her, but she missed and hit Ron instead. She ignored his growl. "I am not," she said supremely. "You are so," Ron countered, longing to tend to his injured leg. "What was that stuff that happened in our third year, when we were taking our DADA exams-?"

"I am not having this conversation with you," she said coldly.

"Cause you know I'm right."

"You're not."

"Am so."

"…"

"…"

"Just admit it."

"Will you just shut up?!" she shrieked. "I don't have any problem admitting when I'm wrong, and this time I'm not going to! Because I'm right! And if you can't-"

Ron moved his head forward and pressed his mouth over hers, silencing her. A moment passed and a voice inside his head shrieked at him to move or do something. He tilted his head a bit…

Another voice shrieked at him that she might not appreciate this, so he broke the kiss.

They were both silent for a while. Ron had just crossed the boundaries of just friends into something more. He blamed it on Harry and Ginny, for putting the idea into his head...

Needing to do something in the heavy silence, he reached an arm back for support and came in contact with the door handle. Fine enough. He leaned…

…And promptly spilled out into the hall, the afternoon light nearly blinding him after the darkness of the closet. Hermione stepped gingerly over the mops and buckets and sighed. Ron sat up and winced

"I am going to get them…"

You know you love it ;) Hehe...sorry, this was super fluffy. I was worried this would seem a bit like Harry/Ginny, but reading it now it doesn't look like that. I hope the closet scene was ok, too. I got reading goblet again and saw all the times Ron cut off Hermione from nagging Harry or something. Hehe. Anyway, I wanted to continue this chapter, but I thought the ending would be better off here. Beware of Harry/Luna and Hermione/Ron fluff coming up next chapter (angst will always fit in there too, because my muse tells me I'm not mean enough to Draco...) Also, I want the story to continue to include some action and Voldy. Anywho, next chapter: Harry and Luna meet, Snape puts on a dress, and the Evil Plot backfires (not in the explody way, mind you) REVIEW!!!!!