It was now the next day, and Hermione had spent the last night tossing and turning in her bed, images of Luna clad in naught but a skimpy swimming costume playing in her mind.
The suit had covered little, and Luna had been very obliging, unconsciously leaning forwards, showing off her rear to Hermione.
It was impossible to ignore the evidence - she was bi. She liked girls. Her logical mind wouldn't allow her to ignore it, or avoid it. Instead, her mind had demanded she find more evidence to support her conclusion. At least, that was what she told herself as she discretely checked out the other girls in her dormitory.
She'd worked out why the boys always seemed to be talking about lavender brown, but then had became too embarrassed and fled to the great hall for breakfast.
Her companions didn't seem to notice that anything was wrong, Ron because he was stuffing his face and Harry because he had his own problems with the tournament.
Hermione had been so focused on what had been going on with Luna that she hadn't been thinking ahead, and had ended up telling Harry about the riddle in the egg last night.

She sighed. Poor Harry, he didn't deserve this, and now she had added the eggs clue to his troubles.

He didn't look like he'd slept at all - which made two of them.
"Do you think they would take the-" Harry began.
"No." She huffed. He'd been doing this all morning, getting all worked up over what might be stolen for the task.
"Why not?"
"Harry, they are not going to steal the mauraders map.".
Ron stopped eating long enough to gape.
"How did you know what he was going to say, 'mione?"
Eyes narrowed, she glared at Ron.
"Because, Ronald, it's very simple. How many precious things does Harry own, aside from his wand – which was a stupid idea, Harry – invisibility cloak, broom or that photo album?"
Harry looked guilty.
"Okay, maybe I have been going on about it a bit." Harry admitted.
"Yes." said a dreamy voice from behind them.
Hermione gulped.
"Good morning Ronald." Luna continued, slipping between Hermione and Harry into a space where was no room, resulting in the two girls becoming very, very close.
Hermione did the one thing humans can be depended on to do when feeling threatened: The wrong thing.
In this case, the wrong thing to do was to freeze like a statue. This was bad, because Luna seemed to take this as a sign that Hermione didn't mind, and immediately settled into the other girls lap and began to help herself to Hermiones unfinished ( unstarted, to be honest ) bacon.
"Um..." Hermione started, but she couldn't find the words to express exactly how she felt with her breasts pressed right up against Lunas back, or how it felt to have Lunas legs against hers.
In short, it was a very awkward - albeit pleasurable - position to be in.
Luna, however, seemed to be quite comfortable, and settled in.
"How have you been Harry? Did Hemione return your egg?" The blond asked.
Harry was quite confused at this point, but he nodded. Agreeing with Luna could be a dangerous strategy.
"Yes, she did."
"And you used protective headgear to handle it?"
"Err, No?" Harry stammered. Hermione ducked her head into the curtain of Lunas hair to hide her giggles. Luna looked at Harry, wide eyed.
"Oh no, Harold! That won't do at all." She shook her head for emphasis. "Simply not good enough. Whatever were you thinking! The risks involved are simply too great to not use protective clothing."
Ron was looking at them warily, almost scared of Luna. Hermione didn't understand why he seemed so on edge around her. Then again, she wasn't very calm herself.

"Luna? Why would I need to use protective clothing?" Harry asked, confused.

"Oh, it's just a good precaution. Did you know that in ancient Delphi, scholars wore circlets of white oak to protect their minds from Nargles?" Luna announced happily.

Hermione had to hide another giggle as Harry and Ron exchanged a look. The giggle died as Luna shifted in her lap again, rubbing up against her in an intimate manor. Hermione gripped the edge of the seat. It was the only place to put her hands that wasn't exposed skin.

"Speaking of which, have you decided yet?" Luna continued. There was a short silence before Hermione realised Luna was talking to her. The others just looked lost at the sudden turn of events.

"Um, No. I haven't had the time to think about it properly."

Luna gently extracted herself slightly, turning so that she could look Hermione directly in the eyes. Hermione couldn't look away. When Luna turned her attention to something, her eyes lit up and filled with emotion. They were so pretty and unique, and when she laughed they would sparkle like Dumbledore's eyes.

Now, they were filled with something Hermione couldn't recognise and wasn't sure if she wanted to.

"You think too much." Luna whispered. "You need to feel. Let go."

The last part was for her ears alone, a soft private whisper in a crowded hall. Hermione felt her heart constrict tightly in her chest. Luna was so special.

"I can't let go." Hermione muttered. "I need to do this properly."

"You don't need your books, Hermione. Your life is about more than your grades."

Ron cleared his throat, but was ignored. This was a private moment.

"We're at school, Luna. What's more important than grades?"

"You."

Luna said it with such conviction that it was impossible to doubt. Hermione felt her heart skip a beat.

And then Ron had to interrupt.

"What are you talking about?" He blurted out.

At that exact moment, with Luna in her lap, her heart pounding in her ears , she would have been happy if Ronald Weasley had never been born.

She wished he'd never been born because she was inches from kissing Luna Lovegoods delectable mouth, and she wanted to more than anything she'd ever known.

AN:

Well, it's been a while, but I'm not dead. I've kind of lost track of what direction the story should take, weather or not it should follow the path of cannon or branch out with the lovebirds taking revenge on the greater wizarding world. Oh well, you'll find out.

Thanks, Avian.