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After a long afternoon of coaxing Luna that everything was going to be ok, Ginny was very determined to figure out what was really going on here. Hermonie? Boyfriend stealer to one of her best friends? She didn't think so.

"Luna," Ginny stared at the clock. 2:30. Damn, she thought, she's been here 3 hours already. "How about we go out and get a bite to eat? OK? Maybe that will help you take this off your mind." Luna stared longingly up at Ginny.

"Well," she wiped away the tears from her face, "I guess eating something wouldn't hurt…"

Harry and Ron had just sat down for lunch at their all time favorite restaurant, The Three Broomsticks. Harry looked at his watch. He would really need to be getting back to the ministry soon, for it was not like the heads of departments to leave there posts for long hours at a time. "Ron," Harry asked quizzically, "I really can't stay for long, so do you know what you want to eat."

"Oh Harry! I mean-umm no mate let me look at the menu." Harry could tell that his friend was trying to hide his excitement from him, and he didn't know why. Then he remembered something that might get him talking.

"Hey Ron, I was in your office this morning and I…"

"HEY! JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE HEAD DOSEN'T MEAN THAT IT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO BE SNOOPING—" By this time multiple wizards were staring at Harry and Ron.

"Shhhh! Ok ok I'm sorry! Don't have to be such a git sometimes ok? I saw a letter on your desk from Hermonie." Ron looked up from his menu.

"Umm yea, the umm owl just came and, well Harry, see I didn't have anything to do with it and well—"

"Ron, its ok. But she does seem like a reasonable candidate for the editior of the paper, right?"

"Yea, I guess she is pretty experienced with that kind of dung."

Harry laughed. "Ron, just because you were never a very talented writer, dosen't give you the right to diss it." Harry went on, "But seriously, I'm the one who has to interview the potential candidates for the job, right?"

Ron began to wonder where Harry was going with this. "Yea but…"

"And there's no way I can interview all those people, right?"

"Sure I guess…" Ron had suddenly caught on. Maybe, just maybe he knew what Ron wanted so very badly today.

"So I was wondering, would you be interested in—"

"Yes!" Ron answered, not letting Harry finish.

"Can you let me finish you prat. I was wondering if you might be able to interview Helga Greatergood, her interview is tomorrow and I…" Harry's voice trailed off, but Ron wasn't listening. He knew now he would have to do it.

"Ron, earth to Ron…" Harry was waving his hand in Ron's face. Ron, startled came back from his little trance.

"You prat, you couldn't possibly believe that I was serious, could you?" Ron felt like a complete idiot for not being able to come up with this sooner.

"Oh, well," he attempted to laugh a little, "Of corse I knew that, umm hehe, you were kidding, so mate, what-uh—"

"Would you mind interviewing Hermonie for me? Harry saw Ron's eyes light up with the thought of this. "HA! I knew it! You do like her! Aww mate! I knew that you two were perfect all along—" By this time, Harry noticed that Ron was turning red. "You do know that from third year and up Hermonie liked you, didn't you?" This made Ron jump.

"You really think so?" Ron asked, very quietly this time.

"I know so." Harry responed. Ron slouched back down into his chair.

"But Harry, what about, Lavy? How can I tell her? What and what if Hermonie, dosen't, well you know—"

"Oh Ron," Harry smiled. "Of corse she dose."

Next chapter I think you all will enjoy, it's a good one, I promise!

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