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Luna exited the Great Hall, tears streaking her face. She ran to the nearest bathroom and locked the door. She walked over to a sink and turned the rusty faucet, trying not to think about him as she splashed icy water onto her face. She rinsed her hands under the water and rubbed the back of her neck. She stifled a sob and grabbed a brown paper towel. Its rough surface scratched her face. She crumpled it and threw it in the waste basket by the window. It was raining outside.

"It's raining inside" she said to no one in particular. She heard someone gasp and turned around. There was a clicking echo. The door to a toilet stall opened. Ginny stood in its way. Tears stained her face. Luna stared at her. Ginny stared back. Seconds passed. Time seemed to stand still. Neither girl knew what to say to the other. Ginny raised her hands to her face and pushed back the tears. Luna didn't move. The silence was deadening. She was unsure of what to do. What could she say to the girl before her? Sorry for sleeping with your boyfriend? I was just trying to help? She sincerely doubted it would help the situation any. It surely would not comfort her friend. Were they still friends? How could they be, after what she did? He did, she thought. But still…

"Do you love him?"

Luna looked up, surprised.

"What?" She asked, her voice wavering.

"Do you love him?" Ginny repeated slowly, softly. Luna bit her lip and stared at the floor. She nodded slightly, tears welling up.

"So do I." Ginny said, raising her eyes to meet Luna's. She had a fierce look to her, Luna backed away. She felt the wall come up against her back. Her hand wrapped itself instinctively around her wand inside her cloak. Ginny was the closest friend she had, but she would not allow herself to be hurt. Not again.

Luna breathed in deeply. She watched Ginny hesitate. She seemed unsure of herself. Luna took the opportunity and shoved her out of the way, escaping from the horrible awkwardness the situation bled. Ginny grabbed her arm and pulled her around. Luna narrowed her eyes at Ginny.

"Let me go." She whispered, her voice laced with poison.

"You will not hurt him." Ginny hissed.

"Excuse me?"

"You will not hurt him" Ginny repeated.

Luna jerked her arm from Ginny's grip. The red-headed girl glowered at her.

"I couldn't if I tried." Luna said with scorn.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means he hate me! It means he regrets everything! He wishes he never slept with me, in fact, he wishes I had been you. It means, that no matter how much I love him, no matter how hard I try, he will never want me." Luna finished with a breath. She could feel tears welling up again and didn't wish Ginny to be present for them.

Luna turned her head away and walked out the door. Her stomach was growling irritably at her, she was hungry. She looked at the doors to the Great Hall. She couldn't go in there, he probably hadn't left yet. Luna knew if she didn't eat soon she would likely pass out or vomit, but her stomach would have to wait. She didn't have the strength to be near him right now. She could feel her life being pulled out from under her. Every thing was spinning away so fast and she couldn't grab hold, however hard she tried. All she wanted to do was scream at the top of her lungs, and yet she contained herself, praying hard the worse had come and passed.

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Harry removed himself from the table unenthusiastically, throwing down his toast. He couldn't look at it any longer. He needed that hangover potion, and no longer cared if he had to explain why. He staggered through the halls, trying to avoid any form of light. Since when did Hogwarts have so many east facing windows anyway? He wondered if he'd be able to get away with just obliviating himself and everyone who knew. He was forced to disregard the idea as ideal, though in reality ideal would be if he had just found Ginny first, or had never gone to the Hogshead and ordered up a few firewhiskys. He was underage, but had not been refused. He was, after all, the Chosen One. The job title came with benefits. Though how it could now be regard as a benefit was beyond all thought possible. He forced any and all memories of the previous night out of his head as he approached the hospital wing. He stood outside the door, not wanting to go in. I'm Harry Potter, he thought. No one is going to expel or arrest me. Not for having some hard liquor underage, they won't! And if they did they sure as hell wouldn't snap my wand! Who would save their sorry asses then? I'm in the clear. They can't touch me. He shook his head again, possibly too hard as he felt the throbbing increase. He walked into the hospital wing and looked around for Madam Pomfrey. The place looked rather empty now that Bill Weasley and the others injured that night had left. Madam Pomfrey strode out of her office and gave him a one-over. She scowled at him.

"Fire Whiskey was it?" She asked.

How the hell did she know? he thought.

"I can smell it on you a mile away! You think one good wash would fix that?"

Someone's in a foul mood today, Harry thought sarcastically as Madam Pomfrey busied herself in her cupboard. She sighed deeply and came out with a small potion.

"Go to your room, lie down, and take this" She said, thrusting it at him. She stalked away angrily mumbling about drinks and how she was going to have to have a talk with the bartenders in town.

Harry grabbed the potion and swallowed it in a single gulp. It was cool on his throat. He could feel it all the way down, where it coated his stomach like hot milk on a winters' eve. His head seemed to slow and he felt drowsy. That's right, she said take it to bed first, he remembered. Oh well. He felt for the walls and followed them down the hall, his sight getting blurry. He heard a meowing sound and looked down, just in time to trip over Mrs. Norris. Not he cared; he had passed out before he ever hit the floor. The empty glass vial shattered to a million separate pieces. Madam Pomfrey dashed out of her office and looked down at Harry. She shook her head in despair and pulled out her wand. She levitated him back into the hospital wing and than proceeded to clean up the mess, ignoring the cat. She looked over at Harry, than disappeared back into her study.

Harry woke up five hours later in utter confusion. He looked around at the sterilized white walls and leaned back. The hospital wing. He knew it too well. He rolled over to his side and sat up. It was then he noticed the pounding in his head had calmed down to a dull pulsation. His stomach, though now eating itself in hunger, was no longer churning from the alcohol. Madam Pomfrey looked out of her office door. Harry swore she must have some telepathic link to her head telling her exactly what was going on at all times in her ward. How else would she know he had just woken up? She pushed a bowl of white rice toward him. He picked it up and ate a few bites, staring off into the space beside her. He could hear her rattling on about something, students not following directions, or the ministry not giving the school funds for hangover potions. He ignored her and finished up his rice. When he had cleared the bowl, he put it down and made to get up. He needed to use the lavatory. Madam Pomfrey closed her mouth mid sentence and stopped him. She gave him a pass back to the common room and told him he was to be done packing by three pm. That was when the students were to be sent home. He looked at his watch. It read one pm. He had plenty of time.

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