Hey all! I'm back. I know this chapter isn't going to be as great, but it's got a bit of conflict. I just wanted to apologize ahead of time, before you all read this. Hopefully you won't be disappointed, but I've had horrible writer's block and I just need things to speed up a bit before I can finish this story. So, R&R and please enjoy!

With only a week left before school started, I intended on spending every minute I could with Hermione. Luna had me the whole year. My birthday had came and went while I was in St. Mungo's, so on August 30th, two days before school started, my family had thrown a birthday party for me.

I woke up that morning with Hermione's arm draped over my chest, and I smiled, curling into her. She stirred slowly, burying her face in my neck. Her breath was hot against my skin. It made me giggle a bit and I wrapped myself up in her arms. Sure, I was the taller, more boyish of us two, but it didn't mean I didn't like to be held.

Hermione opened one eye sleepily and smiled. I couldn't help but grin back and brush a strand of hair away from her face gently. This was bliss, or so I thought at the moment. Hermione and I rolled out of bed and made our way down the stairs slowly, still feeling sleepy. Mum greeted us with breakfast and then asked what our plans were for the day.

"I don't know," I replied, taken aback. "What do you want to do, Hermione?"

Hermione rubbed her face, a small smile playing on her lips. I looked at her curiously.

"Well, we could always just head to Diagon Alley and go shopping, or something of the sort."

That sounded like a good idea, considering the school's supply list had recently arrived and I needed to get my books.

"Okay, that sounds like a plan," I smiled.

We ate breakfast quickly, without any interruptions as the rest of the family was sleeping, and then headed out through the floo network. Once we were in the clear, she slipped her fingers into mine. I grinned down at her and we made our way into Diagon Alley. When we made it back home, I was surprised to see Luna sitting on the couch, reading her father's paper, The Quibbler.

"Luna?"

Damn, that was going to cause problems for Hermione and me.

"Oh, damn. Mrs. Weasley, Ginny and Hermione are back early!"

I was confused. "What are you doing here? I thought…" I trailed off.

"Oh, Ginny! Damn, you've gone and ruined it!" Harry exclaimed, running down the stairs.

"What did I ruin?" I nearly yelled, confused.

"Gin, why is Luna here?" Hermione muttered to me.

I shrugged helplessly; I was just as lost as she was.

"We were going to surprise you with a birthday party," Mum told me, "But you've returned early."

I stared at her – then I began to laugh. "That's what this is about? A birthday party?"

"Well, dear, you've come of age; you're going into your final year at Hogwarts. We just wanted to make it a day for you to remember."

"Well, come on then, let's start the party!" I grinned, pulling Hermione to dance with me, despite the lack of music.

Quite some time later, I fell into bed with Luna. Hermione had disappeared with Ron and Harry somewhere, and I hadn't seen her for a little over an hour. I felt drunk, dizzy and happy.

"I miss you," I grinned at Luna.

"I miss you, too," Luna said softly. Perhaps she hadn't had as much to drink as I had.

"Why so quiet, love?"

"Ginny, I don't think you should be calling me that. You have a girlfriend, the girl of your dreams, no less."

I frowned.

"Luna… I mean, come on, we're friends."

"Are we?"

I stared at her. I was a bit too drunk for this.

"Of… of course we are. You're my best friend; I love you."

"I love you too," she said, looking away.

I pulled her closer, and buried my face in her neck. "I really did miss you, Luna."

"I believe you," she said softly.

I slowly began to drift into a dreamless sleep, my arms locked tight around Luna's waist. When I woke up, it was to something shattering on the wall. I jumped up, then grabbed at my head; it was pounding. My stomach was churning and I felt queasy. I locked my eyes on Hermione, tears running down her face and her wand in hand. I didn't know what was going on until I felt Luna shift around behind me. She had tear stains on her face as well. What the hell was going on?

"I knew it! I knew you were with her behind my back! I knew you still had something going on!"

"Oh bloody hell, Hermione, please lower your voice," I nearly cried, grasping at my throbbing head. It felt like it was going to explode.

"Don't you tell me what to do, Ginny Weasley!" she shrieked.

Ron was smirking behind her. I suppose he thought that since Hermione thought I was cheating on her, it'd be his chance. I grabbed my wand, standing up shakily from my bed. I looked down at myself – good, I was still clothed – and then looked back up at Hermione.

"Hermione, this is just a big misunderstanding…"I tried to explain.

"Oh, the hell it is. You're in bed with a naked Ravenclaw, what the hell am I supposed to think?"

Naked? I looked back at Luna. She was only covered by the bed sheets. What the hell did I do last night?

"No… no, no, no, Luna sleeps like that, she feels restricted when she sleeps with clothes on!" I stammered, trying to explain myself. I realized I sounded like a fool, and a liar, so I turned to Luna.

"Luna, tell them! I didn't… we didn't!"

Luna looked at me silently. "If she doesn't trust you then why stay with her?" she asked me.

I stared. "Luna!"

"We didn't do anything last night, we simply fell asleep. And yes, I do hate to sleep in clothes."

Hermione seemed like she didn't know what to believe. I walked over to her unsteadily. Everyone seemed to have filed into my room.

"I love you. You know that. Nothing is going on between Luna and I. You're the only one for me."

Ron pretended to gag behind her back and I flicked my wand, sending a book to smack him on the head.

"Ow!"

"Shut up, you!" I snarled. "Hermione, what do I have to do to get you to believe I love you?"

"I don't know, but you'd better do it quick. I'm growing rather weary of this lying and sneaking around!" she shrieked.

The sound of her voice screaming shot at my head and I bolted to the bathroom to be sick. When I finished, I slumped down against the toilet bowl, my eyes streaming.

"How much did you drink last night?" Harry asked, kneeling beside me.

"I don't know," I mumbled as he helped me back to bed.

"Hermione, if you're going to bug her, then bug her later when she's feeling better, all right?" Harry told Hermione sternly.

"I'm not going to bug her," Hermione said quietly, pushing Harry aside and helping me crawl back into bed.

Luna was already dressed and out of bed. It also seemed as if Luna and Hermione had settled their differences, because they weren't at each others' throats. How long was I vomiting for?

"It's all right, love, Luna and I are here," Hermione murmured as she crawled into bed beside me.

I must have looked as confused as I felt because Luna began to explain.

"We both love you, and we know you both care for us, albeit in different ways. Therefore, we've decided to put our differences aside for you."

I stared at both of them, and then rolled over and went to sleep. Women were so confusing sometimes.