Sorry this is late… Forgive me? I love you?

I've checked my elbows.

There aren't any marks. HOW is that possible? A luvver bug had to have bitten me. Why else would I be feeling this way? This stupid, giddy feeling I get whenever I think of Harry Potter. Why do I have to like someone so unattainable? I'm odd… but I'm not stupid. I'm not run by my emotions, and I'm so, so stubborn. Oh blast this all to hell. I've got to go to bed anyway.

Luna

I laid back into my sheets, unable to be comfortable. I tapped my foot against the bed board, and then started shaking my leg without realizing it. Damn nervous ticks.

"Loony! Knock it off!" Yelled Penny Radepel, one of my bunkmates awoken by my tapping noises.

"You know Penny, if you want to keep that horrid temper of yours under control, I'd suggest going to see Madam Pomfrey." I didn't really mean anything rude by it. I was just trying to be honest, and even helpful. But she took it badly.

"Silencio." She muttered, pointing her wand at me. I giggled in silence, thinking of the teacher's reactions when they found I wasn't able to answer their questions. I continued to tap my foot, but she snored on, obviously oblivious and in a deep sleep. I turned over. And over. And over. And sighed. Then I turned on my back and stared up at the ceiling.

My conclusion said itself to me. 'I like Harry Potter. And the mere idea of that is keeping me from going to sleep.

Are you kidding me? I asked myself. Seriously, out of all the things to lie awake at night over, instead of puzzling over one of the world's problems, you lay here and think about a silly crush. I banged my head against my pillow and forced my eyes shut. How selfish.

That was my last thought before I sprang out of bed. I glanced at the clock that I'd stuck on the ceiling above my head. I was already five minutes late? How was that possible? I told myself last night when to wake up!

I was quickly losing control of myself. Blasted crushes.

I tied my hair back as quickly as I could, threw on my Hogwarts robe over a pair of purple pajamas and jammed my feet into black sneakers. My bag was packed and ready, thank the Lord. I tossed it over my shoulder and struggled with the fastenings of my robe. I flew out of my dorm room and ran down the steps. Well, I tried to, but I accidentally tripped and tumbled down half the flight. My shoulder ached in protest. I landed in a heap at the bottom of the steps, but I popped right back up, smiled and continued running.

I jogged down the corridors to Professor McGonagal's classroom and opened the door just as McGonagal was in the middle of calling role.

"Ms. Lovegood," she peered down at me through her glasses. "Please do share why you were late. I'm sure there is a fascinating excuse."

I opened my mouth to tell her— Well… I wasn't quite sure then what I was going to say at the moment. Either just that I'd overslept, or that I was late looking for yipsies (fairy's pets). I wouldn't know until I started talking, but when I tried to talk, nothing came out. I opened my mouth to speak again, and I couldn't talk. At that point I glanced at Penny Radpel's smirking face, and remembered that she'd cursed me last night. I pointed to my throat, hoping she'd understand me, and not see my purple pajamas.

She sighed. "Very well Ms. Lovegood." She muttered the counter curse under her breath. "5 points from Ravenclaw for tardiness." I nodded and went to my seat at the back of the class. Alone, naturally. Oh, don't misunderstand me. That didn't matter, of course. I hated losing points for my house, but I supposed it could have been worse. Professor McGonagal began to explain Vanishing Charms to the class. I tried to pay attention to her, I really did. But I kept losing focus.

I let my eyes trail down to the floor. I glanced at everyone's shoes. Everyone seemed to be wearing the uniform that they were supposed to be wearing under their robe. I tucked my legs up and pulled my cloak tighter around me. I imagined transfiguring Penny Radepel's brown shoes into rabbits. The thought of her hopping around made me giggle out loud, and the boy in front of me shot me an annoyed glance. I tugged my bag closer to me and pulled at the strings, which came undone. A new copy of the Quibbler was out, and I was desperate to see whether or not a recent article I'd written about had made it in.

My fingers danced toward it of their own free will, until I jerked my hand back and slammed it in my lap. The boy turned around again to glare at me, and I smiled at him anyway. He rolled his eyes at me and turned again. I didn't want that to happen, but oh well. 27.8 million years later (In my world's time, naturally) Transfiguration ended. In my world, time passes quite differently than it does in real life. Time is measured by excitement, by happiness. By my own perceptions. That was the lovely dreadfulness of my own world. I stuffed my book into my bag and grabbed Quidditch Through the Ages and began to read it. I walked down the corridor to Charms with my head in my book, before I rammed into something hard covered with a soft material. I was propelled downwards like Neptune's whirlpool. I shut my eyes and braced myself for the hit.

Instead, I felt two hands grab my back and stop me from hitting the floor.

THIS CHAPTER. Is wayyyy too short, and rough. But I had to stop It here, because, well. I'm a brat. That's basically it. Who stopped her? Harry or Malfoy or someone else? I haven't decided yet, so don't say it's predictable, do me a favor and cast your opinions if you do. This chapter is also cursed. I wrote it down, then lost the notebook, got writers block, rewrote the chapter with more detail, blew a fuse while typing this and lost most of it. Then our local area connection cable came undone, or whatever, and I had to wait for someone with a license to buy a new one. Please review if you want me, and I'm sorry I'm such a late idiot. OH! And new info. Do NOT insert CD first. The instructions on the modem thingy were wrong.

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