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Chapter 3: All good things.

Harry felt like he was hiding in his bedroom, he hadn't yet exited it since Luna left earlier. He was even more stressed now over Luna leaving as she had, Ron interrupting them, and needless to say the war was constantly in his head. He decided at last to go to Luna's room this time, be sitting on her bed when she entered and finally have a talk with her. He glanced out the hallway to ensure he wasn't seen by Ron, as that would be all he would need. Seeing nobody, he knocked twice upon the door before it lightly swung open. Harry didn't expect to see Hermione standing there, hands across her chest. "Oh." Harry said, "I thought you'd be outside having breakfast." She smiled. "I've been considering the plans for the ... heist." She swished her wand and closed the door behind them. "Muffalato, as well?" Harry suggested.

"It's already done." "You know, for not approving of that spell, you sure have taken a fancy to it." Harry said, grinning. "It has it's uses, and we can't let the others overhear what we're discussing, any of this."

"Do we need Ron here? If it relates to the mission." "Not for this, no."

Harry sat down on the window sill overlooking the rolling sea. "Are we alone? I mean, Luna isn't here, is she?"

Hermione shook her head, and Harry thought he'd seen a smile. "No, Luna's...out for the morning by the seaside. She seemed to have a lot on her mind, nargles or some such surely."

Harry flushed. "Okay, well what about the plan have you been considering?"

"Not a thing. What I've been considering, Harry, is your health. Mentally. You don't hide your emotions well, that's why your Occlumency never went well."

Harry was feeling slightly ambushed. "Um, okay? I do have a lot on my mind."

"And a lot of stress elsewhere too, I'm sure. You know, Luna talks to me. Can I make a suggestion? Or maybe, an observation?"

Harry was definietly feeling like he'd been caught with his pants down now. He raised his hands in a surrendering fashion. "I'm all ears..."

"Remember your fascination with Cho? How it was all on a superficial? How you were attracted to each other, but there was nothing deeper?"

Harry didn't need reminding, but maybe Hermione did. "Like you and Krumm, then?" He smiled, hoping that his joke wasn't too harsh.

"Exactly like Viktor and I, yes. I'm saying you shouldn't be with someone simply because you are attracted to them, and it's what people expect. I will try and make this exceptionally easy on you Harry. We don't know if we even have tomorrow in this war. Don't die tomorrow regretting what you don't do today."

Harry wondered if she realized she wasn't fulfilling this with Ron. "You realize, 'Mione, that i could cut the sexual tension between you and Ron with the sword of Gryffindor, don't you?"

"Simply because Ronald and i don't show our relationship in public doesn't mean that we aren't expressing it in private, and let me just say, we express it very well in private."

Harry blinked and shook his head, not needing to see any more of Ron than what he'd already seen during his many stay overs at the burrow. And as he viewed Hermione as a sister, he definitely didn't need to visualize that. "Okay then, what do I do about Ginny?"

Hermione walked over to him and looked him straight in the eyes. "Make things end, and then make things right with Luna. She gets you Harry. Just like the first war, people are getting together so quickly because the threat of death is high. It worked for Arthur & Molly, it worked for the Longbottoms, but you know how I love Ginny. I've spent the night with her, she has Harry Potter scrawled over parchment, pictures of you, newspaper clippings. She idolizes you for your history, she doesn't know you like Luna could." Hermione swished her wand again, and the door swung open. "We're done here."

Harry nodded, and got up to leave. "Thank you, I think this has helped more than anything else this week." "Don't be afraid." Hermione advised, dismissing him by closing the door.

Harry went back into his bedroom, took out the Marauder's Map and tapped it with his wand, whispering "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He searched the grounds of Hogwarts for Ginny, locating her in the dungeons, along with Neville Longbottom, Ernie Mcmillan, Padma Patil, Amycus Carrow, Alecto Carrow, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. "Well that doesn't bode well..." He frowned. There was nothing he could do from here, so he merely hoped things were okay. "Mischief managed."

Harry opened his window, not wanting to be seen, and crawled out of it. He landed softly on the white sand and felt the cool breeze on his face. He walked down to the beach and saw a figure in blue along the coast. He made haste to the shoreline and slowed only when he was within a few hundred yards of Luna. He hailed her with a wave, "Hey."

She turned and smiled. "Finally made it out of bed? I was beginning to worry that you would forget what sunlight looked like."

Harry drew closer, and saw that she had a basket full of seashells. He pointed at them. "You've got quite a lot of those now." He attempted small talk, feeling awkward around Luna, having started to admit his feelings for her.

"I'll be making jewelry with them, bracelets, perhaps necklaces. Your face is as red as beets, what's on your mind?"

Harry walked towards her until they were mere inches apart. "How do you think of me?" He asked boldly

. She didn't waste a second thinking of a reply. "I think of you with my brain." She said, smiling.

Harry laughed, slapping his arms against his side. "I didn't mean that. I mean...we've been good friends. Do you ever think that sometimes good friends can be more?"

"Oh, I definitely think so, Harry." Harry waited, looking at her as the beautiful girl she was. Her face still bore signs of abuse from the Malfoys, but somehow that bolstered her appeal. She was brave, and believed in the cause to the point of self-sacrifice. "Are you going to thank me, or are you going to continue to stand there?" She asked.

"What about Ginny? I haven't broken up with her yet." He admitted.

"As I recall, you broke up with her shortly after Professor Dumbledore was killed. I don't recall her ever saying you had rekindled the relationship, outside of kiss on your birthday."

"Do you think she'll see it that way?" Harry asked, taking one of her hands in his.

"I think she's had her turn with you, and now, I want mine." Her eyes gazed into his.

Her hair brushed against his face, driven by the wind. Her other hand holding the basket of seashells swayed along with the sea breeze. He leaned in, and brought his lips to hers for the first time of his own volition. The sea sprayed upon him, tingling his skin, or perhaps it was the kiss. Luna dropped the basket and brushed her hand through his thick black hair before reaching the back of his neck where her hand drew him in closer. Harry forgot all about the war, all about Horcruxes, he was relieved of the stress of being the rallying figure for the freedom of both the Muggle & Wizard world. For that moment, he was all hers, and she was his. He didn't know where the next few days would lead, or even the next few months, but the kiss ignited a resolve in him he hadn't felt in a very long time. When the kiss ended, Luna kissed him again, this time lightly on the nose. "I'd been waiting for that since last year." Luna confessed.

"I hope it was worth the wait. I'm sorry it took me so long." She drew Harry close and embraced him. "All good things are worth the wait."

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