A/N: Another quick little update. Sorry if it isn't that long but I'm sick. Be joyful, this is the only thing I have updated this week, hehe.
Ohhhh, so far I already have it plotted as a Harry/Pansy, but a reviewer did suggest Lavender with him. Before I continue and have to revise more than the five chapters I already got written, should I keep it with Pansy or should I put him with Lavender, Hell or with both? Please let me know what you would rather see since you as the reader will be reading it. When I check back I'll see which is prefered, thanks! If not I'll probably toss both in there for the hell of it, Volde did it, like father like son I say.
Disclaimer: Don't own it
Warnings: Language and stupidity
Chapter Six
Luna sighed as the floo came to life. She had a terrible migraine that not even her raspberry tea had been able to sooth. She would have to ask Hermione if she had something for it. The duo had horrible timing, really shite timing. Ginny had stormed over early this morning to complain. Luna had been in the process of soothing the foul temper when the owl had swooped in to ask her to floo over. As soon as Ginny had seen Hedwig, she had flipped over Harry owling another girl. Luna had tried to reassure her that nothing was going on and they were nothing more than friends.
After two hours of pointing out reasons Harry would not want her, she had to remind Ginny that Hermione was there as well. Harry wouldn't call her over for a romp when he already had a prettier girl there. That had sent the ginger on another tirade. Ginny was positive that they were now wanting Luna to break it to her that they were getting together. Finally, she had promised to floo over and see what was going on. That had gotten the other witch calm enough to leave.
"AH! Another one has come to the Honorable House of Black. Come, Come!" A gnarly house elf grabbed her hand as soon as the fire died down. "Kreacher will show the Miss where the Lord and Lady awaits."
"Okay," Luna let the elf lead her down the hall. She had no idea what the creature was going on about. Just the semi-silence was heaven. The image of Hermione could be seen in the kitchen. Something smelt wonderful, reminding her that she hadn't bothered to make anything for lunch.
"This way, this way." Kreacher noticed that the repulsive Dobby was already in his kitchen trying take his place. "Kreacher will fix the Miss something good to eat."
"Thank you," she was famished. Luna waved as Hermione turned to see her approaching. The witch smiled and called out to her.
"Luna! We are starting to get worried when you didn't send a reply." Hermione was glad that she was well and had been able to make it. Hedwig had returned but without a reply. They weren't sure if Luna was going to show or ignore the message. That had been over three hours ago.
"Hello, Harry." She greeted him as she entered the kitchen. He was busy eating on spaghetti. "I would have come as soon as Hedwig brought the message but Ginny was visiting. She was rather putout when she saw Hedwig."
"Sorry about that, Luna." Harry blushed at the confused and irritated look. He could only imagine what kind of shite Ginny had given the smaller witch. Probably a few accusations of them cheating or plotting behind the princess' back. "We just really needed to speak to you and we didn't realize. I hope she didn't give you too much trouble."
"Mountains. She wouldn't let go of the idea that you and Hermione are secretly in love." Luna took a seat at the table. The scraggly elf placed a plate of chicken, pasta, and salad in front of her. "And Ronald likes to call me nutters."
"Ron likes to say a lot of things." Hermione pointed out. Her soon to be ex liked to talk about a lot of people. As much as he liked to sling insults, she wondered if by doing so it made him feel better about himself. He acted like because he was from a poor wizarding family, he had something to prove. It didn't help that people like Malfoy would constantly put him down. Then again, most of the time Ron began the verbal battles.
"This is delicious." Luna would have preferred spaghetti but the chicken was tender. The elf nodded and went about his business of cleaning the kitchen. "I had to promise Ginny an explanation as to why I was summoned. I was sure she was going to accuse us of having a ménage-a-trio."
"Luna, do you even know what that is?" Hermione was shocked at the statement. What did the girl know of sex? She was only six months younger than Harry but the language was shocking.
"French for a threesome. It is when three people partake in the act of fucking together. Which is what I'm sure was going through Ginny's mind at the time." Luna was sure the ginger would have held onto the idea if she thought a male would find Luna attractive. Because Ginny didn't think she was appealing, the idea that a man would, didn't remain long.
"Can we change the subject?" Harry didn't like the image it put in his head. He did not want to have sex with either of them. He'd fuck Ginny again before he slept with either of them. "Why don't we talk about why we asked you here?"
"Right, let me grab a vial." Hermione darted out of the room.
"A vial?" Luna took another bite of the dish while the other witch was gone. She truly was famished and after getting her into that argument with Ginny, they could at least feed her. "What is going on, Harry?"
Hermione came back in with the vial and the parchment. "Here. Harry and I brewed a Heritage potion. To make the story short, I discovered that I didn't belong to my parents and I wanted to discover who gave birth to me. I'll let you take the test and see what we discovered."
"Alright," she trusted them and saw no harm in doing it. Luna was instructed to put three drops into the vial and Hermione did the rest. She chewed on the mouthful of noodles as the tree began to take shape. What got her was that it was indicating that both Harry and Hermione were her siblings. She saw her mother's name and then her father's? "So, you and Harry are related to me as well? Hermione, your trunk is thicker than Harry's, doesn't that imply a full sibling?"
"Amazing, we show you the tree and you are more concerned about us being your siblings. Luna, did you not notice who it says fathered you?" Harry stopped eating to watch the girl. She didn't look shocked or upset at all. Most people would throw a fit learning that Lord Voldemort had sired them.
"Yes, I already suspected that the Dark Lord was my father." Luna didn't care about that. It didn't matter who sired her, she was more interested in knowing that she had siblings. "My mum died because she was trying to cast a spell to locate the Dark Lord."
"Why didn't you ever say anything?" Hermione hadn't known that. She had known the witch had died when Luna was nine but not why. She had been trying to find the man? He had claimed that the witch was loyal to him.
"I always knew my mum was hiding something. I used to watch her during the day, she was constantly trying to find a way to locate a lost loved one. At the time I didn't understand why. When she died trying to cast a spell to find him, I was confused. As I got older I did often wonder why she would try to find him. I didn't say anything because I did not want anyone to look down upon my mum. At that time, she would have been imprisoned for being a supporter. After, I just didn't want anyone to think badly of her. Besides, I was sure that she had a good reason for trying to locate him."
"Because he is our father. Then why did you side with me? You've been helping me since we met, Luna." Harry didn't understand how she could have lived with that sort of knowledge. "Why chose Dumbledore's side if you suspected that he was your father?"
"I was on your side, Harry. I don't care for Dumbledore either way." Luna didn't care for either side. She would follow Harry, no matter what side he chose to fight on. "Does this change what side you are on?"
"I don't know to be honest." Harry was sure Luna would understand how he felt. "I just know that I'm angry that Dumbledore would take me from my natural parents. No matter who they are, it wasn't his place to decide what was best for me or Hermione. He also used the Potters, used me like a tool. After I learnt about my magic, I wanted to know about my parents. He let me believe that they were my birth parents. I even stood looking into the damned mirror and he knew how I felt. I wanted nothing more than to have my own family and he knew. That lying, conniving bastard knew that my real parents were still out there. To make it worse he put me with the Dursleys. He knew they weren't really related to me and still dropped me off on their doorstep. He knew how they treated me but still insisted that I go back year after year."
"I understand, I'm angry to." Luna reached out to grab his hand. He had every right to be angry. Even if Dumbledore thought he was doing the right thing, it hadn't been his decision to make. He had stepped in and interfered when he had no place or right. Harry should have been told who he really belonged to. "He also had no right to take Hermione, which he obviously did. My mum often spoke about the daughter she bore before me. She wanted her and it saddened her that it died. She always blamed herself for it. Not only did he cause my mum unneeded grief, he took a part of my family away. He definitely had no right. Hermione was in no danger by being raised with my mum."
"He couldn't have it known that the Dark Lord had a child. I may have become the Dark Lady." Hermione nibbled a piece of garlic bread. Her upbringing had been decent and acceptable. She hadn't been given to a foul family. Her parents had loved her and accepted her. She had been luckier than Harry.
"I'm tired of being manipulated and being told what is expected of me." Harry wanted to decide his own fate. He didn't want the responsibility of saving an entire world. He didn't want that on his shoulders. Everyone expected him to dance to Dumbledore's tune. Why did he have to be the one to put his life on the line? Why not let Ron play the hero since the arse adored the attention? He wanted nothing more than to have a life of his own. It wouldn't be normal considering who and what he was, but he should be allowed to forge his own path.
"Well, Hermione didn't have the chance to know our mum but I did. I'd like to think that she saw something in that man or she wouldn't have been loyal to him." Luna was behind Harry, even if it meant turning sides. There really wasn't a right or wrong, just different sides with different point of views.
"Right, as things are we are at a standstill. We are returning to school this year. I need to find out exactly what Dumbledore is planning to do. However, most of his loyal Deatheaters will know the truth." Harry wondered who much would change once they returned to school.
Hermione groaned, "First, we have to make it through the wedding."
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"Shite! Shite!" She wasn't going to make the train. Luna knew she was collecting stares as she ran towards the platform. She still had a few more minutes but it seemed that everything was getting in her way. Did the fat arse witch really need to stand there and wave to her children? They were going to school, not to war.
It was really her own fault. She had forgotten her order form from WWW and had rushed home to get it. It was their latest edition and she was thinking of ordering a few things. Her trunk was already on board, she had to get into a compartment. Seeing as the mammoth wasn't going to vacate the doorway, she rushed to another section of the train. As she spun around to do so, she slammed into a wall that hadn't been there a moment ago. What little bit of arse she had stung as it hit the concrete. The contents of her bag scattered out, ensuring she'd miss the train. "Dammit."
"Don't just stand there, pick up the shite!" Draco couldn't believe they'd be so stupid. The two quickly scrambled to do as he ordered. The blonde girl was trying to get up without flashing everyone on the platform. "Here, let me help."
"Thank you, Malfoy." Luna grabbed the extended hand and let him help her up. She turned to see what to do about her belongings. The large beings were tossing her things into the bag without care. None of it was breakable, it was just odd to see Crabbe and Goyle not tossing it elsewhere.
"I apologize, they don't look where they are going." He had almost yelled at them for running over the girl. With the Weasley Matriarch standing so close, he didn't think it wise to shout at them for injuring the Dark Lord's daughter. "We better get on before the train leaves without us."
"Thank you," Luna thanked the two, both blushed and didn't speak. She quickly jumped inside the compartment before she got left behind. She needed to find Harry and Hermione. They hadn't bothered to speak since the wedding two weeks ago. They had all concentrated on getting prepared for the upcoming school year. She was doing her part in keeping their secret, secret. "We almost missed it."
The train was starting to move. Draco smiled seeing the two going in the opposite direction. He knew that loud mouth and the irritating voice. The Gryffindor Doorknob was ordering his thugs to get out of the way. Which meant she hadn't found Potter yet. If the bloke was smart, he'd be hiding from her. "I'll see you around, Luna. You may want to warn Potter that his skank is zoning in on him."
"I will." Luna let Malfoy standing there and went in search of the other two. She went to their normal compartment to find it occupied by others. In the next section she found a door closed and locked, so she knocked.
"Who is it?" Hermione's voice came through the door.
"Luna," the door unclicked and slid open. She went inside and took a seat. "That might be a waste of time. Ron and Ginny are in the next over and are searching for Harry. They shall be here soon."
"Then you can sit next to me, Luna." Hermione grabbed the blonde's arm as she retook her seat by the window. It would keep Ron from sitting right next to her and trying to fondle her. The wedding had been hellish for them after Luna had fled to the safety of home. Molly Weasley hadn't given in until both of them had stayed the night. The woman should have let them leave. It would have prevented the huge blow up that had occurred.
"Thanks, Mione." Harry couldn't believe she would do that to him. Now Ginny would come in and try to speak to him. Ron would only do so much because he was scared of Hermione. Ginny knew he wouldn't slug her, no matter how much she was annoying him. The breakup had been horrid and most of the Weasley family was pissed off at him. He didn't want to reconcile or listen to any excuses. One would think Molly would have been appalled to learn that her daughter had been trying to sneak into Harry's bed to shag. When he had tried to kick her out, she had begun a tirade that he should want her since it has been over two months. Then she had begun accusing him of shagging Hermione. By the time the fight had escalated, the entire family but Bill and Fleur had been present.
It didn't help when Ron had turned on Hermione, asking if it was true. He couldn't fist plant an answer to the accusation. The only ones that hadn't turned on them had been the twins. Fred had been so bold as to say Harry probably didn't want Dean's leftovers. That had gotten Ginny and Molly to turn on the twins, accusing them of making up outlandish lies about Ginny's honor. Unable to put up with the antics, he had flooed home with Hermione.
"I smell something," Luna opened up her magazine to pass the time and to pretend that she was too busy to be spoken to. The door swung open to reveal two pissed off Weasleys.
"Can you believe that arse?" Ron stepped inside the compartment seeing his girl sitting on the cushion. His eyes narrowed in on the blonde sitting in his place. He walked over to look down at the upside down magazine. "Luna, may I sit next to Mione?"
"No." She sighed before flipping to the next page. She wasn't moving for him. "There is plenty of space elsewhere, sit there."
"I want to sit next to Mione." He didn't want to sit next to his sister who had taken a seat next to Harry. He wanted to sit next to his girlfriend and she should move to allow him. Why was she even in their compartment?
"And the Wrackspurts residing inside your head are wishing they weren't about to die of starvation." Luna cracked the magazine to straighten out the pages. Did he think he was intimidating? She had no plans on vacating her seat and his glaring down at her would not get her up. Nothing would move her, except a herd of centaurs.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Go sit by Ginny." Ron wanted a chance to speak to her before they arrived. She couldn't ignore him if he was sitting next to her. He was tired of his letters being returned.
"Leave her alone, Ron." Harry snapped before wands were pulled. Luna wasn't going to move and it was rude for Ron to keep insisting. If Hermione wanted him next to her she would have sat elsewhere.
"I'm not doing anything but trying to sit next to my girlfriend." Why was Harry taking her side? He wasn't asking her to jump off of the train.
"I'm your ex-girlfriend. We are no longer dating and Luna doesn't need to move." Hermione had more backbone than Harry. Ginny had plopped down next to him as if nothing had occurred. It was like the breakup had never happened. Was he going to allow her to hang on him like that? Did the two not realize that they had crossed a line?
"He just wants to talk, Mione." Ginny sent a look towards the blonde indicating that she should move. Luna kept reading the idiotic magazine, "Did you hear about Malfoy? There is a rumor that he is Headboy."
And she was Headgirl. Hermione silently added. She hadn't told them because she knew what would happen. Ron would point out that they would be able to spend nights alone. Not going to happen. "He has earned it."
"Blimey hell, Mione. He doesn't deserve it, Harry does." Ginny had been hoping Harry would get it, then they could spend their nights alone together. It would be better than sneaking off.
"Why doesn't he? Last year Malfoy's grades were only rivaled by own. If Dumbledore would have given it to Harry, it would be obvious that he was playing favoritism. Malfoy was the obvious choice." Hermione pointed out, not caring that it wasn't what either of them wanted to hear. There was nothing wrong with giving Headboy to the person that had earned it. If Malfoy studied half as much as she did, he had earned the title and privilege.
"Would you get off of me?" Harry lost his temper as the nails dug into his arm. What the fuck was she trying to do, remove his bloody arm? He wasn't a bone. Did Ginny really think he had forgotten the fact that he had broken up with her? Or that she had accused him up shagging his best friend? More like his sister, but they didn't know that. Did they not realize that nothing had been cleared up?
"Harry?" What was wrong with him? She wasn't doing anything wrong? All she had been doing was holding onto his arm. What had they been discussing before they came? "Don't tell me that you are still angry about the other night."
"Angry? No, angry would imply that I still give a shite." He grabbed the hand that was still trying to reach out for him. "I don't care what you think. You went across a line the other night and I'm not doing this again. I meant what I said, we are done. Stop hanging on me. If you want to be friends, fine but that is all we will be."
"You don't mean that and you wouldn't be so mean if not for Hermione. Just because she doesn't love Ron, it doesn't mean we can't work things out." Ginny couldn't stand it when that know-it-all had to put her opinion in. Why did Harry value her opinion so much?
"Don't bring me into your relationship, or lack of one. Harry is capable of making his own decisions. My failed relationship with Ronald has nothing to do with you two." Hermione couldn't believe she would try to blame the breakup on her. She hadn't been the one to turn Ginny into a self-centered, hateful, conniving slut.
"Our relationship hasn't failed, Mione. Just give me a chance to talk to you." Ron had apologized and didn't understand why she was being so cold. What had he done? All he had asked was if it were true. Ginny keeps swearing that the two were cheating together.
"I don't wish to talk, not to you or to your sister. If you were able to see anything pass your own arse, there might be a point to it. Seeing as neither of you are able to do that, leave me out of it." She had nothing more to say to him.
That got the ginger witch in an uproar. Ginny didn't like the way they were behaving. "If you two didn't want others to believe you are shagging then you shouldn't be spending so much time together."
"Not every witch has to fuck just because she is alone with a member of the opposite sex. Some people can be faithful, even if others cannot." Luna directed the accusation at the other witch. Most likely Harry had already figured it out. Wasn't Ginny so confident that Harry loved her so much he would never believe that she was unfaithful?
"Hey! I'm faithful, I haven't cheated on Mione." Ron didn't think the one time with that Ravenclaw counted. The girl had only gone down on him one day after a game. He hadn't asked her to do it.
"I ended things because you have anger issues, Ron. You also aren't mature enough to be in a serious relationship." She didn't have time to baby him because he was insecure. There were more important things to handle. Hermione wanted a man that was sure of himself and knew what he wanted. Hell, she wanted one that would actually try to seduce her, because he thought she was worth it.
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Please review and let me know what you think on the couples, Pansy or Lav, or both. Both may be fun to play with.