This one's from Harry's point of view. There's more Luna in this one, and Malfoy comes in as well. And I don't own Harry Potter. But you all knew that already. And thank you for all the wonderful reviews! This story will be updated every time I'm on the internet, because I have the whole thing typed! ;) Just a warning, I have a habit of making the guys in my storied really big idiots. If any of you have read my other story, The High School Titans, you already know that. :)

Harry barely slept a wink that night. Luna's answer haunted his dreams, as he watched himself ask Luna over and over, each time getting an answer that was worse than the one before. He woke, sweating, and resolved to forget all about Luna.

'She ruined it for herself,' He tried to convince himself. Ignoring his queasy stomach, he dressed and headed for the common room.

He almost collided into Ginny as she emerged from the girls' staircase.

"Hi, Ginny," He forced himself to smile.

'Forget about Luna,' He told himself automatically.

"Hey, Harry," He noticed her cheeks turn pink. "How's it going?" Harry raised and lowered a shoulder.

'No, Harry,' He scolded. 'Wrong answer. Say that you're fine. Say that you've never been better. Say that you're glad that Loony Loathegood said no. Say-'

"See you later Harry," Ginny bustled out, hiding her face from view. Harry sank into an armchair, not feeling much like going down to the Great Hall. No matter how much he abused Luna in his thoughts, he still liked her.

He stayed in the armchair, not moving until Ron came down from the dormitory, yawning and stretching.

"'Lo, Harry," He plopped into a chair next to Harry.

"Hey," Harry mumbled.

"You still upset about Luna?" Ron punched his arm lightly. "Get over it. She was bound to say no. Remember last year on the train? She said that she didn't like dances."

"Somehow that doesn't make me feel any better," Harry put his head in his hands.

"Well, she never said she didn't like you," Ron pointed out, recalling what Harry had told him about Luna's denial. "Ask her to go to Hogsmeade with you. It's before Halloween. Maybe she'll change her mind."

"You're right," Harry's head snapped up. "Thanks, mate. I'm gonna go ask her." He practically ran out of the common room, pausing only to open and close the portrait hole.

"Now that's the enthusiastic Harry we all know and love," He heard Ron's voice echo after him.

He slowed down as he approached the Hall, and walked slowly down the aisle between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables. He spotted Luna, who was sitting next to- he groaned –Cho.

'Are they secret friends or something?' He rolled his eyes.

"Um, Luna," He sat down across from her.

"Yes, Harry?" She looked up from her toast, looking almost normal.

"Well, since you don't go to dances, I was wondering if you might want to come to Hogsmeade with me," He crossed his fingers under the table.

"Oh, jeez, Harry, I don't know," Luna bit her lip. "I was going to look for the Crumple-Horned Snokack while everyone was gone."

"Is that all you do?" Harry asked a bit annoyed.

"No," Luna said, a bit defensively. "Daddy's counting on me to find it, since, apart from him, I know the most about it. But, I'm sure he won't mind if I don't and go to Hogsmeade instead."

Harry smiled, and Luna returned the grin.

"You're really nice, Harry," Luna was not in her dream state as she said this. "I really like you." Harry smiled wider, noticing that Luna was blushing.

"Well, why don't I meet you at the main entrance hall when it's time to leave," Harry suggested.

"All right," Luna turned the color of Ron's hair. Harry waved, and turned back towards the Gryffindor table.

"What are you all smiley about?" Ron prodded him. "You look un-naturally happy." Harry gave Ron the 'look' and Ron nodded, mouthing 'oh.' He turned back towards Hermione.

Harry finished breakfast and walked towards Professor McGonagall's room in a trance-like state, only coming out of it when she sent a jet of red sparks out of her wand to call the class to order.

Harry went through the rest of the day dreaming about the weekend. Ron and Hermione drew up the perfect costume, so things were working out very well. A downside to his life was that Ginny was becoming more distant, and this worried Harry, as she was a great friend.

Harry finally decided to go to the ball by himself. He would be going as King Arthur (It had been Hermione's idea). He decided that he could enjoy himself with Neville, who was going alone as well.

The week passed very quickly and uneventfully, and Harry soon found himself waking up on the Saturday of the Hogsmeade trip.

He soon found himself waiting in the entrance hall for Luna. Ron and Hermione decided to go together, a bit as a result of Harry telling them he would be going with Luna.

"See you, Harry!" Ron waved, grinning a nervous smile as Hermione held his hand.

"Have fun with Luna!" Hermione waved as well. Harry smiled after his two best friends as they walked down the drive hand in hand.

'And I set them up,' Harry chuckled, watching as more people set off for Hogsmeade. He wasn't able to spot Ginny, however.

After everyone had left, Harry checked his watch and looked around. There was no sign of Luna. He sat down near the door, routinely checking his watch.

He stood up after a half hour. Harry was thoroughly discouraged.

'Maybe she's in the hospital wing,' Harry thought. He made his way towards the hospital. His trip was short and uneventful, except for Peeves throwing a water balloon at him and, thankfully, missing.

"Hello, Madam Pomphrey," Harry greeted the kind but strict nurse.

"Oh, hello Potter," She looked surprised. "Did you have another Quidditch accident?"

"No, I was just wondering if Lun- um, if anyone was in here."

"Well, a poor first year got into a spot of trouble in potions, the poor dear's lying over there with boils all over him. And there are two seventh years over there who got into a duel."

"Oh, thanks, Madam Pomphrey."

"Why?"

"No reason," Harry retreated out, after smiling at the first year, who had looked at him fearfully. If Luna wasn't in the Hospital Wing, unable to tell him that she wouldn't make it, then there was no other explanation that he could think of for her not showing up. Unless she had slept in and was standing in the entrance hall now, scared that he had left.

Harry broke into a run, this time receiving a water balloon in the face from Peeves. He reached the hall to find it empty. He stood there, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes, feeling extremely stupid.

"Harry?"

He turned, his heart hammering, to see Luna. She looked very pretty, very normal, in her school robes and cloak, no turnip earrings or bottle-cap necklaces. As she came closer, Harry noticed that the only piece of jewelry she wore was a Celtic pendant.

"Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry!" Luna clasped his hand. "I thought I saw a crumple-horned snorkack out my window this morning, so I went to look. By the time I got there, it was gone. I rushed getting dressed and washed, but by the time I was ready, everyone had already left, and I thought that you had left too. I came down to make sure."

"Well, I'm glad you made sure," Harry smiled.

"What happened to your head?" Luna frowned at his wet hair.

"Peeves," Harry said simply. "Shall we?" He and Luna walked down the drive. Halfway there, Harry took her hand, making her blush. "So, what exactly is a crumple-horned snorkack?"

Luna's description took so long that they had reached Hogsmeade by the time she had finished. Harry was surprised she knew so much, for she had said that there wee no pictures of one (and, as everyone else thought, it didn't exist).

"Where do you want to go?" Harry asked as Luna completed her description with a smile.

"How about the Three Broomsticks?" Luna suggested.

"Great," Harry smiled back. "A butterbeer sounds rather appealing to me, how about you?"

"Butterbeer?" Luna looked surprised, and a tad bit scared. "But, that's supposed to have Boggart Juice in it!"

"Boggart Juice?" Harry stifled a laugh. He had never heard of Boggart Juice before, and was certain that it wasn't in butterbeer.

"Yes!" Luna's eyes widened. "That's why it makes house elves drunk!"

"Well, it can't hurt people very much, can it? I mean, I've been drinking the stuff for three years and nothing's ever happened to me." Harry opened the door of the Three Broomsticks and squeezed inside, keeping a tight hold on Luna's hand so as not to lose her in the crowd.

He ordered himself a butterbeer, then spent ten minutes talking Luna into trying one. He promised to subscribe to the Quibbler for the rest of his life if she broke out in Boggart Hives, whatever they were.

They sat down at a small table for two. Harry watched in amusement as Luna squeezed her eyes shut and pinched her nose as she took a sip of butterbeer.

"Hey, not bad," Luna smiled, and un-pinched her nose. "For the first time of my life, I must disagree with Daddy. Butterbeer definitely doesn't have Boggart Juice in it." Harry smiled, and glanced over Luna's shoulder for a brief second.

"Luna, look," He pointed behind her. "It's Ron and Hermione." He made to catch their attention, but Luna stopped him.

"They seem to be having an important discussion," She said pointedly. As Harry actually focused on them, he noticed that they were staring into each other's eyes, holding hands under the table, and each had a slight pink tinge to their face.

"I'm glad you're observant," Harry commented. Luna looked unsure what to say, so she sipped her butterbeer.

"I notice more than people think," She set her glass down. "People think I go into my own world sometimes, but I really watch people. I must admit, if Hogwarts gossip came from me, it would all be true." Harry smiled, masking his confusion. How could Luna know so much about other people, but still believe every word of the Quibbler?

"Well, well, well," Harry and Luna both looked up to see Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson smirking at them.

"Draco. Pansy," Luna said coolly.

"Tell, me Potter," Malfoy said in his usual drawl. "What made you want to come to Hogsmeade with Loony Lovegood? Was it the fact that her father is the editor of the most crackpot magazine in all of England? Or maybe it was the fact that your friends have forgotten you." He chuckled, glancing over at Ron and Hermione. "I wonder what you get when you cross a mudblood and a weasel. Oh, right. I forgot. A mudpuppy."

Harry stood up quickly, and, without thinking, grabbed Malfoy's wrist and twisted it. He heard a satisfying crack.

"Ah!" Malfoy pulled away. His wrist looked broken. Pansy patted his shoulder, and led him out of the shop.

Ron and Hermione came over to Harry and Luna's table.

"Harry, what happened?" Ron and Hermione pulled chairs over to their table.

"Malfoy insulted you," Harry cracked his knuckled. "Both of you. And Luna's father."

"Well, it couldn't have been much worse than 'Weasel,'" Ron tried to shrug this away. "You were bound to crack sometime, having to endure him since first year."

"He called Luna's father a crackpot," Harry ground his teeth, "then asked what you get if you and Hermione have kids. He said you get a, a…a mudpuppy."

"What?" Ron and Hermione both stood up, exchanging looks of embarrassment and anger.

"He deserved whatever you gave him," Hermione nodded, slowly sinking back into her chair.

"As soon as I get him alone with no teacher, I'm gonna hex him so bad that he won't be able to ooze away to tattle on me to his father," Ron scrunched up his face into a mutinous expression. He sat down quickly, after noticing that quite a few people were looking at him.

The four of them spent the rest of the Hogsmeade visit sipping butterbeer and coming up with hexes they could use on Malfoy, each more ludicrous than the last.

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