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"Ginny Weasley," a mysterious voice said by the fireplace.

I looked up.

"Luna Lovegood."

We smiled and embraced tightly.

"Oh, damn, I've got you covered in soot now, I'm sorry," I told her, looking at her rather pretty outfit and seeing it tarnished with ashes from the fireplace.

"It's quite all right; I've just gotten your letter. Your owl's in my room resting, by the way."

"Thanks very much," I smiled and hugged her again.

Luna and I had a past of sorts; she was there to comfort me with all the love I needed when Hermione had begun to deny her feelings and our past. It still happened sometimes, and I was sure it would happen that whole week I was going to spend with her.

"Father's off on a research trip like I told you, so we have the whole house to ourselves. How's everything going?"

"Quite miserable, actually," I smiled, "but it's made me so much happier to see you."

"That's good. What's been going on then?"

"Hermione and I, we had a talk of sorts."

"Did you? And?"

"She asked me to talk to her. I asked what she wanted from me, and it ended up as me telling her I hate her, and her telling me she's not "like me" and she loves Ron."

I allowed the tears to spill over my cheeks; I could always cry in front of Luna. They stung at my eyes and burned my skin. Luna pulled me into her arms and held me tightly. She swayed slowly on the spot and kissed my head.

"I just hate her sometimes, you know? I wish she'd fall off the face of the earth, or I would… I wish she would love me, that's all…" I hiccupped.

"I know, dear. She's just denying it; she's a silly person for doing so. I don't know who in their right minds would deny you if you tell them you loved them. I certainly don't."

"I suppose," I sniffled and buried my face into her neck.

"Come on, dear, let's go sit out back and have a chat," she told me softly.

I nodded. She took my hand and we walked out to the back. Once there, we lay down in the grass and I lay my head on her lap. She stroked my hair slowly, and played with it gently.

"Luna?" I said softly.

"Yes, love."

"Do you think she'll ever realize I'm supposed to be with her instead of Ron?"

"I'm sure she will. She's rather bright."

I sniffled and clung to her.

"Do you want to… you know… kiss a bit? Maybe that will help you feel better?" Luna asked me, rather awkwardly. You'd think after a few years of us being together, she'd stop being shy. Yes, Luna and I had been friends with "benefits" for quite a long time. We never let it get serious, always focusing on school work, and Quidditch for me. But during the summer, and the holidays, we were very, well, intimate.

I shrugged noncommittally and she smiled dreamily.

"That's always a yes," she said softly.

"You know me very well," I smiled and sat up. Our lips met and melded together. Her hands gripped mine softly, and our fingers laced together, causing a smile to spread across my lips. Her tongue darted out to meet mine and we stood that way for a while, kissing before her hand loosened from mine and slid to my waist. I felt so comfortable doing this with Luna, maybe because she had been my best friend for all these years. I wasn't sure exactly what it was but it was a good feeling. We continued on what we were doing, and it went a little far, so when we were lying on the grass, half clothed, I wondered what it was about Luna that made me feel so comforted.

"Luna?" I said softly, my head lying on her chest.

I felt the gentle rising and falling of Luna's chest as she breathed erratically, her heart pounding.

"Yes, love," she said peacefully. I almost forgot she liked to lay there in silence and cuddle afterwards, like me. This time was different. I had to know.

"Why do I feel so comfortable with you? When I'm with her, I'm nervous and all, but with you, I'm… well, at peace, I feel safe."

"I suppose it's because I'm your best friend, or because we've been doing this for quite a long time," she said dreamily.

"I suppose… It just feels so… different."

"Yes, it does feel different from when I was with Mandy."

Mandy Brocklehurst was a girl in Ravenclaw, a year older than us. She was rather pretty, but she and Luna just didn't work out. Luna said she was high maintenance, and Luna was a very simple person. It was also said that Mandy was just experimenting, which does fall into the high maintenance category when it comes to Luna.

"I never liked her," I said softly, tiredly.

"You never liked anyone I dated, dear. You were a rather jealous person…"

"Well, they're taking my best friend away! I remember how you were with Mandy; you were joined at the hip until you realized she was being a bitch."

"She was a bit of a bitch, wasn't she?" Luna smiled softly, and held me close to her.

I snuggled deeper into her, content enough with feeling loved for the moment. We lay in silence for quite a while, until a rather small, grey owl came into view across the horizon.

"Damn, that's Harry's new owl," I muttered.

"Harry? What does he want?" Luna asked curiously.

"I'm not sure. It's probably Ron bitching that I took Pig with me."

"Oh, dear," Luna said softly as the owl flew up to me.

"Hello, Artemis," I smiled softly at the small female owl.

Artemis hooted softly and stuck out her leg. I unraveled the paper from her leg and opened it up.

"Would you like an owl treat?" Luna asked kindly, getting up slowly, gently as not to let me fall flat onto the ground.

"She's come a long way. That might be a good idea."

Luna padded into her house softly, half dressed, as I opened the letter. I recognized the loopy handwriting immediately as Hermione's, and my heart began to beat faster.

Ginny,

Your mum and dad said you left to Luna's place for about a week. I just have to know, is it me? Do you want me to leave the Burrow so you can feel at peace? Ginny, I'm sorry for the way you feel, but it's just not going to work out. I'm sorry. Please write back.

With all my love,

Hermione

P.S., Ron wants Pig back as soon as possible.

I swallowed the ever-returning lump in my throat. Damn her.

"Here we… Ginny? What's wrong, love?" Luna said, coming back out with a bag of Owl treats.

She fed a treat to Artemis, and after Artemis gobbled it down, they both waited patiently to see my reaction. I simply handed the letter to Luna. She read it over quickly and a fire in her eyes appeared that I had rarely seen.

"Damn her! You know, love, I'm sick and tired of her playing with you like this! This has to stop! This--,"

But exactly what "this" was, I never found out, for I pulled her down onto the ground with me and began to cry into her neck.

"Oh, love," she sighed, and held me tightly. I cried for what must have been an hour before I calmed down, and Artemis was still waiting patiently. After I had calmed down, Luna kissed me chastely, and I curled into her, sniffling.

"She's a rather tolerant owl, isn't she?" Luna said casually, trying to get my mind off of Hermione.

I nodded. "Luna, d'you have a quill and some ink somewhere? I'd like to write to Charlie."

"Of course, love. I'll be right back, all right? Would you like me to bring your brother's owl as well?"

"Yes, please."

I stroked Artemis's head very softly until Luna returned with Pig and the quill and ink.

"Thank you," I said softly.

I took the piece of parchment Artemis had brought and wrote on the back of it, where nothing was written.

Hermione,

I don't want an explanation; I don't want anything from you. Yes, I am at Luna's for a while. Don't leave, my brother would love for you to stay. I'll probably stay with Luna the remainder of the summer. Not that you care.

Please give this to Charlie.

Hey Charlie, guess who. I've got loads to tell you, but not through this letter. I'm going to send something to you through another owl. Hope all is well,

Love, Ginny

I tied the parchment around Artemis' leg.

"Bring this to Hermione, and she'll give it to Charlie, all right Artemis?"

Artemis hooted to show she understood. I rubbed her head softly.

"Safe flight, then."

Artemis flew off and I got up from the ground.

"Do you have a bit of spare parchment, Luna?"

"Of course, love. In my room, under my bed."

I smiled gratefully and made my way inside to Luna's room. I searched under her bed until I found a bit of parchment. It was under a picture. I looked at the picture for a moment. It was her and I, hugging under a tree. Occasionally, I would kiss her cheek and she would laugh delightedly. I smiled. I remembered that day. It was the first day we had began to fool around.

"Ginny?"

"Yes, Luna?"

"D'you… I mean… Would you like to… erm…to kiss a bit? You know, to get your mind off of things? I hear it's rather fun once you get the hang of it."

I laughed. "Sounds like a plan, Luna, dear."

And kiss we did, and in those moments, I lost myself and found a best friend.

I took the picture and the spare parchment with me, back to Luna.

"Hey, Luna? Look what I found."

Luna looked up. She smiled brightly upon seeing the photograph.

"Yes, that was a delightful day. I was rather nervous, you know."

"Were you?"

"Yes. You were my first kiss."

My jaw dropped.

"…I was your first kiss?! Honestly?"

Luna nodded serenely.

"I never knew that."

"Yes, well, you never really asked."

Luna looked embarrassed, and was slowly turning pink. I smiled; she was quite adorable at times. I sat down between her legs and began writing on the parchment.

Dear Charlie,

I just sent a letter to you through Artemis. Luna and I have been hanging out so far, and Hermione's written to me. She keeps telling me she's sorry and all that crap. I'm so sick of her… I might be going home on the last day of vacation, because I really don't want to see her, or Ron. I hope all is well. Take care, write back soon.

Love always,

Ginny

"Come here, Pig," I said, clicking my tongue.

Pig flew off of Luna's arm and onto my lap. I rolled the parchment up and tied it around pig's leg.

"To Charlie, all right, Pig? Don't let anyone else see this, got it?"

Pig hooted once and flew off. I watched him fly off into the sunset, lying in Luna's arms and she held me. We lay there contently watching the sun fade away and watched day turn to night.