And now, the chapter you've all been waiting for! The breakup! dun dun dun dun! Thank you for all the amazing reviews! There is only one mroe chapter after this one, and it has already been finished, so, I'm sorry to say, no requests will be fulfilled unless they are for what has already happened. :) And, of course, I do NOT own Harry Potter.)

Harry groaned as Ginny left the table.

'How can I break it off with Luna when she's only got three weeks left here?' He thought. Harry rolled his eyes, then got up and left the Great Hall.

He walked about three paces away from the Hall when he heard Luna and Ginny talking. He heard his name, and panicked. Harry didn't want to run into them and bring about a really awkward situation. He ducked behind a tapestry, silently thanking his good fortune. The tapestry hung all the way to the floor, which meant his feet would not be seen.

"Ginny, I don't know what to do," He heard Luna say. "I've never gotten this close to someone before." Harry raised his eyebrows. What was Luna talking about?

"All you have to do is say, 'Listen, Harry, I really like you, but I think we should just be friends.'" Harry heard Ginny answer Luna. Comprehension dawned on Harry. Luna was in the same position he was.

"I know, but I'm just really nervous."

"Luna, it's okay. I've broken it off with three different guys before. One was only yesterday! All you have to do is tell the truth, and if Harry has a problem with that, then you're being too nice." Luna gave a shaky laugh as Ginny said this.

"All right," Luna took a deep breath and released it. "I can do this. I hope."

"Don't do it if you don't want to," Harry heard a note of apprehension as Ginny began speaking again. "You'll only be here for three more weeks, so if you don't want to tell Harry…." Ginny trailed off.

"I can do this," Luna said, more determined this time. "You were right before, Harry should know the truth. I-" Luna was cut off by the bell.

"We'd better get to class," Luna said instead of finishing her sentence. Harry chanced a glance out from behind the tapestry, and saw Luna heading off up the marble staircase and the rest of the school pouring out of the Great Hall. Ginny stood where she had been before. He quickly ducked back behind the tapestry.

"You can come out now, Harry," Ginny said, sounding annoyed. Harry came out from behind the tapestry, smiling sheepishly.

"Well?" Ginny tapped her foot, her hands on her hips. "Is there anything you have to say to me?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "I've got to talk to Luna after class." Seeing Ginny's expression, he quickly added, "Then you." She smiled.

"Well, better get to class," Ginny began to climb the marble staircase, and Harry walked out to the greenhouses.

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"Luna said that?" Ron was now talking to Harry again, after he had told Ron everything that had happened while he had been hiding behind the tapestry.

"Yep," Harry smiled, glad that Ron was talking to him again. Hermione made tutting noises at both of them, for they were supposed to be re-potting Venomous Tentaculas. Harry and Ron's plants were still in their original pots, and Professor Sprout kept shooting the two of them warning glances.

"You'd better break it off with her," Ron warned him. "I'm talking to you because I have confidence that you will, you know."

"Don't worry, Ron," Harry shook his head, and began to shovel dragon manure into a bigger pot for his Tentacula, "I'm talking to Luna at lunch and then Ginny at dinner." Harry was amazed at how he had his day planned out. He had never planned to break up with one girl then get together with another in one day.

"Ron, you'd better start re-potting," Harry warned him as Professor Sprout started their way. Harry pretended to check the amount of manure in his pot while Ron quickly plopped a huge pile of manure into his pot. They both had begun to pull their plants out of the first pot and put them in the second when Professor Sprout came level with them.

"Boys, the rest of the class is almost finished," Harry and Ron looked around at everyone else. It was true; they were the only ones who still had their plants in the first pot.

"Sorry," Ron said lamely.

Professor Sprout shook her head and walked over to Hannah Abbot and began helping her straighten her plant.

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As the bell that ended the double Herbology period rung, Harry cast Ron a nervous look.

"Mate, you're not backing out now," Ron scolded.

"I know!" Harry insisted as they began the trek back up to the castle for lunch. "I'm just nervous."

"Harry, you have nothing to worry about," Ron said. "You know how Luna feels. She doesn't know how you feel, so she's probably hyperventilating with nerves!"

"Yes, Harry, you do have the upper hand," Hermione said from beside Ron.

"Yeah," Harry said confidently. "I do. I have nothing to worry about." He smiled gratefully at Ron and Hermione.

"Come on, Ron," Hermione pulled him by the hand. "Let's go up to the castle before Harry so he can find Luna without you." She winked at Harry.

"Wha?" Ron cast Harry a confused look. As Hermione pulled Ron into a faster walk, he heard her say, "Honestly, Ron."

Harry snorted. He walked up to the castle, feeling nervous, yet pleased that he would be able to tell Luna how he felt without hurting her feelings.

"Harry!" He heard Luna's voice, and turned to face her. She walked up to him, looking happy but nervous.

"Hey," He said, surprised that she had been waiting for him.

"I've got to tell you something," The two of them said at the same time. They laughed, although Luna's laughter was a bit strained.

"Let's go over here," Harry motioned towards a corner of the Entrance Hall. Luna followed him over, now looking more nervous than happy.

"Uh," Luna began. "I – uh, I've, um…" She smiled exasperatingly.

"Do you want me to go first?" Harry asked kindly.

"No, no, I can do this," Luna looked as though she was preparing to play in her first Quidditch match. "Harry, I just want you to know that I like you, and that you've been really sweet to me this past week. I just think that it would be better if we were just friends." She smiled nervously.

"Me too," Harry said.

"Really?"

"Really."

"So, I'm guessing that that's what you had to tell me."

"Yeah."

"Harry, between you and me, I've seen the way Ginny was looking at you these past few days," Luna said slyly.

"Oh," Harry said, suddenly uncomfortable. "Well, she was mad at me for, uh, for…"

"No, I mean the other way she looked at you," Luna said, smiling.

"Oh," Harry said, surprised.

"Promise me one thing."

"Sure."

"Get together with Ginny Weasley." Luna smiled weakly as she said this.

"Um, okay," Harry said slowly. Luna thrust out her hand, and Harry shook it. Then she walked into the Great Hall for lunch, leaving a very confused Harry behind her.

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"Did you do it?" Ron asked as Harry slid into his seat in the Great Hall.

"No, Luna did," Harry said. "We both said we had to talk at the same time, and she went first."

"Well, it's over, that's what counts," Ron said, punching Harry's arm lightly.

"Ouch!" Harry said, rubbing the spot.

"Whoops," Ron said quickly. "Sorry mate."

"It's all right," Harry said, massaging his arm. Ron had hit the spot where Ginny had been punching him for the last few days.

"Well, when are you going to do it?"

"Dinner." Harry loaded his plate with mashed potatoes and beef.

"You know, you could do it sooner. To let her know you aren't backing out."

"OK, where is she?" Harry looked up from his plate.

"I dunno." Ron looked around the Hall. "Weird. She said she would meet me and Hermione during lunch."

"Hermione, do you know where she is?" Harry asked, noticing that Hermione was determinedly not looking at either one of them.

"Oh, yeah, she told me she had to tidy up a charms essay," Hermione said promptly, smiling at the two of them.

"Whatever," Harry said slowly. He shrugged and turned back to his lunch.

Harry heard an owl screech above him and looked up. Ron and Hermione did as well, and Ron yelled out, "Pig!"

The tiny owl landed in Harry's mashed potatoes. Ron picked him out, wearing a disgusted look. He removed the potato-covered letter, and wiped the envelope with his napkin.

"It's for you," He handed it to Harry quickly, and began to wipe off his hands.

"Oh," Harry said, somewhere between surprise and disgust. He opened the envelope and pulled the piece of parchment out with the hand that was not greasy from the potatoes.

"It's a drawing," He said.