Welcome back, lovely fan. Here it is, the third chapter. I planned to upload it sometime Tuesday, but my flight got cancelled and I had to stay home with my dad for another week so I got to finish it up sooner. I want to thank everyone who read this even if they didn't care for it - I've never been more surprised in my life that I actually have a few people who like this story :D I plan to add two more chapters to this story before it is *officially* complete, and then I will move on to another Harry/Luna story I've been thinking of writing. I hope that my future work is much better because I would love to be a great author one day. Thank you and enjoy.

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I. Sweet Dreams: Ron took Hermione's hand in his and stared into her deep brown eyes. The bookworm he knew from his Hogwarts years was now a beautiful woman. She used to have thick, bushy hair and slightly oversized front teeth. Annoying feminist characteristics. And a bad habit of having to do the right thing. But here stood the same girl who now had straight, silky brunette hair, large breasts, and mesmerizing eyes. How come he hadn't really noticed her until now?

They were on Ron's bed in his small apartment, both wondering where they were supposed to go from here. Her low cut V-neck was constantly playing as a distraction to Ron and Hermione had to admit she couldn't ignore the swelling in Ron's pants. She blushed and turned away. He released her hand and stared out the window. Nothing much going on outside. Just another late night, he figured. It was, after all, well past midnight.

Hermione cleared her throat and turned back to face Ron. "We can. If you want to, I mean." she said, nervously wringing her hands in her lap. Ron smiled and leaned closer to her, kissing her on her trembling lips.

He was so clueless when it came to this. Even asking his brothers for "tips" was enough to make him extremely uncomfortable. And he'd be damned if he was going to go to his father for help. Thanks for the advice Percy, Ron thought frustratingly as he pulled away from Hermione.

She stared back at him for a minute as she began unbuttoning her shorts. "Am I supposed to do that?" Ron asked hesitantly. Hermione smiled and shrugged. "I really don't know…all I know is I want you Ron."

Ron smirked and climbed on top of her.

There was a brief moment when Ron saw nothing but his ceiling as he awoke from his dream. The same dream that had been replayed constantly in his head for weeks. He shook his head and sat up in bed. That's all it was, a flashback from his first sexual encounter - with Hermione. One of his best friends. Now she was carrying a child - his child. Harry was right, why couldn't he keep it in his pants?

Wincing at the fact that the bed he sat on now was where they had done it, he rolled out of bed and dragged himself across the bedroom, where he flipped the light switch on. Light flooded in, revealing his messy bedroom. When Hermione had first walked in here, she had cringed at the boyishness of it. No, he reprimanded himself at the thought of Hermione, stop thinking about her!

He sighed heavily and shuffled into the kitchen. Click click click. He looked around, slightly startled at the tiny noise. His eyes landed on the window where a Great Grey Owl was tapping on the glass of the window with it's beak. Ron frowned and hurried over to open it. The owl flew in and perched himself atop the fridge, dropping an issue of the Daily Prophet onto the floor where it landed with a dull thud.

Ron made to pick up the newspaper but stopped to narrow his eyes at the owl. "Goodbye." Ron provided impatiently. The owl clicked it's beak and flew out of the open window.

Ron took a seat at the kitchen table, the Prophet in his lap. He flipped through the pages. Nothing, except for a two page long article about the release of a biography on the life of Harry Potter. Ron sighed. At least it wasn't an autobiography. As he got up from the table to go to his room to get dressed, he glanced at the spot in front of the fridge where the owl had dropped the Daily Prophet. There was a note folded in half.

Probably a coupon or something, Ron thought. He stooped down to pick it up, realizing at once that it wasn't a coupon. His name was written in cursive on the front. Slightly surprised, he opened the letter. With a sinking feeling, he saw that it was Hermione's handwriting.

Hello Ron, the note read, Since we can't have a proper conversation these days, I remembered that you could read and decided to send you an owl. Ron smirked slightly and continued on. You have every reason to be a little upset, but not with me. Neither of us mentioned using protection of any sort that night, so you're as guilty as I. I love you, Ron, and I really want to work this out. If you promise not to act like a Neanderthal, meet me at the Three Broomsticks tonight at ten. I don't have all night to sit there waiting for you, so if you don't show, I'll assume you want nothing to do with me or this baby. Don't keep me waiting. Yours, Hermione.

Ron stood up, clutching the letter to his chest. Yours, Hermione, he repeated to himself aloud.

Luna straddled Harry's sleeping form in the dead of morning. His mouth was slightly ajar and he was snoring very lightly. Luna thought it was cute. She played around in his raven hair, then moved down to his forehead where she traced his lightning scar with her finger. He didn't move. Frustrated, she leaned down and blew in his right ear. At this, he shifted ever so slightly. Luna sat back up and grinned as Harry's eyes fluttered open. The faint smile on his face disappeared as he let out a shriek of terror.

Luna toppled to the floor, wondering what was wrong with Harry. She struggled to her feet and saw him sitting up in bed, a deep frown on his face. "That wasn't funny the first time you did it." he growled, rolling out of bed and walking to the bathroom. She rushed after him, biting her lip guiltily.

"I'm sorry, Harry, you just look so serene when you sleep!" Luna apologized. They were now in their large personal bathroom getting ready for another day. Just three miserable weeks ago, Hermione had announced that she was indeed pregnant, much to Ron's dismay. He stormed out, leaving Hermione in a mess of tears and confusion. Harry sighed. Why were his friends so stupid?

He reached for his toothbrush and toothpaste lazily as Luna started to run a shower. She was in nothing but a bra and a pair of her dental floss like knickers, seconds away from shedding them and stepping into the hot shower. "Well I'll never know if you've ever tried to have your way with me while I'm asleep, I suppose." Harry grumbled.

She grinned mischievously, sashaying sexily over to Harry and wrapping her arms around his waist. "If it makes you feel better, I'll tell you how many times I've shagged you in your sleep." she offered. He fake gagged and stuck out his tongue. "I'm gonna have to start wearing a chastity belt to sleep with you on the prowl."

Luna laughed and kissed him on the lips, leading him over to the shower. "What's today?" he asked, tearing his lips away from Luna's. She frowned in concentration. "Friday…damn." Her bottom lip stuck out slightly.

"When I get home…I promise." Harry whispered into her ear. She giggled. "In the shower. Right?" Harry laughed and nodded. "Sure."

Harry jogged downstairs, nearly tripping on his training robes. He groaned in frustration. Only three more months of this and I'm done, he thought to himself. Auror training was becoming a pain in the arse for Harry. It wasn't the strenuous tasks that were discouraging him, it was his best friend Ron Weasley. Not only is he being a total dipshit to everybody, he's treating Hermione like crap, he thought to himself.

He was now outside, preparing to Dissaparate to the Ministry when he saw something that made his jaw drop. It was Draco Malfoy, knocking on the door of his next door neighbour's home. Well, Shadi is a pureblood, so Draco must be trying to recruit her to the Death Eaters' revenge force, Harry figured. But Shadi isn't an elitist pureblood asshole like Draco.

Harry noticed with shock that Draco was carrying a dozen roses in one arm and a box of chocolates in the other. How cliché. He's not asking her to join the Death Eaters, he's in love with her, Harry chuckled to himself.

Shadi was an attractive woman, but what did Draco know about women? With a stab of anger, he thought of Draco seducing a drunken Luna. Had they just let that problem stay in the past where it belonged or completely forgotten about it? Thanks to Ron and Hermione, we have bigger things to talk about.

Without thinking, Harry completely forgot about Auror training and marched into Shadi's yard, pulling his wand out of his pocket. "What the fuck are you doing, Draco?" Harry asked as he approached the tall blonde, who turned to face him. Draco sneered at him in disgust. "Go away, Potter."

Harry snorted and lowered his wand. "Oh come on, no girl wants a scrawny prat like you." It almost sounded as though Harry and Draco were fighting over Shadi, but actually Harry was just peed off and realized he owed Draco an ass kicking.

Draco grinned as though Harry had complimented rather than insulted him. "Really? I think Miss Lovegood actually rather enjoyed my company."

There was a moment where Harry registered that, balled up his fist, and punched Draco dead in the jaw. Draco fell to the ground, the roses and chocolates tumbling along with him. Just when Harry was about to take another swing at him, however, the front door swung open and Shadi let out a scream. Harry pocketed his wand and looked down at Draco, who was spitting blood out of his mouth.

"You'll pay for this Potter!" Draco screamed, scrambling up off the ground and advancing towards him. Shadi grabbed him by his upper left forearm, causing him to yell. "SHIT!" he screamed, snatching his arm from Shadi. She had grabbed his Dark Mark. After all these years, it still pained him greatly at the lightest touch.

Shadi wrapped her arms around his waist and led him into the house, forcing him to take a seat on her couch. "LET ME GO, YOU INSUFFERABLE WOMAN!" he shouted at her. Harry picked up the roses and chocolates from the ground and followed Shadi into the house, closing the door behind him. He set the gifts on the kitchen table and rushed back into the living room where Draco was still sputtering threats at Harry.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What just happened?" Shadi asked Harry. She was struggling to hold Draco down. Harry looked down, unable to think of an excuse as to why he had marched into her yard and punched Draco in the face. "Draco!" Shadi shouted. He gave up his struggle and turned to Harry.

"He's just mad because I fucked his girlfriend. That's right, Potter, I fucked her." Draco was grinning sadistically at Harry, who was advancing on him again. Shadi stepped in between them and shouted "Stop it!" They both turned their attention to Shadi. There was a look of shock on her face as she turned to Draco. "What?"

Draco realized at once that what he had just said was the wrong thing to say in front of Shadi. "I mean, she threw herself at me. She was well one over the eight." he stammered. Shadi frowned and turned to Harry. "Leave." she said.

Harry nodded and turned to leave. "I'm really sorry, I-" he started, but Shadi wasn't having any of that. "Get the fuck out my house! You too, Draco!" Draco stood up and tried to apologize but Shadi cut him off. "No. You need to get your stuff-" she pointed to the roses and candy on the kitchen table "and just go. I'm sick of you!" she screamed as Draco scurried to the kitchen to retrieve his stuff and then followed Harry out the door. It slammed loudly behind him.

"Thanks a lot, Potter!" Draco screamed at Harry who was about to Dissaparate to Auror training. Because of this incident, he was going to be late. "If you would've just minded your own goddamn business, none of this would've happened! Now she hates me!" Draco continued.

"Whatever, Draco, I don't have time for this bullshit." Harry replied. Draco's jaw was swelling up painfully, yet he still found room to talk. "This isn't over, Potter." he threatened.

Harry snorted. "Right." And with that, he Dissaparated to the Ministry.

II. The Only One: After Auror training, Ron waited impatiently for Harry in the lobby of the Auror Office. He had been at training, but had arrived about twenty minutes late, which earned him an extra session (which was like detention, but instead of writing lines like back at Hogwarts you have to go through a number of vigorous exercises). While waiting, he couldn't help but wonder why Harry was late today. He was usually one of the first to arrive.

Half an hour passed before Ron spotted the familiar dark haired wizard coming out of a room down the long corridor. "Harry!" Ron greeted his best friend, rushing to his side. Harry grunted and walked to the elevator, Ron close at his side. "What kept you this morning?" he nagged Harry as they both stepped into the elevator. Harry sighed. "I'll tell you later. Anyways, anything new with you?"

Ron frowned and nodded, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the letter Hermione had sent him. Harry took the letter and read over it, looking up at Ron when he was finished. "Really, is it that hard to have a proper conversation with me?" Ron asked, taking the letter from Harry and stuffing it back into his pocket. "Yes. It is." Harry answered honestly.

The elevator came to a stop and they arrived at the main floor of the Ministry. It was hardly crowded, giving that today was Friday but there were still a couple of witches and wizards hurrying about. "You are planning to meet her, right?" Harry asked, walking towards the exit with Ron, who suddenly grew nervous at the question. "Uh, I'm not sure."

Harry stopped dead in his tracks and met Ron's eyes. "Is it too much that you take responsibility for what you did?" Silence fell; the very few witches and wizards that were around them stopped to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Ron frowned. "You sound like my mother for God's sake, Harry!" Ron continued to walk, Harry following close behind him as they exited the Ministry. When they were outside, Ron looked at his watch and frowned. It was nearing seven p.m. Harry was about to say something else when Ron put up his hand, signalling for him to be quiet. "If it helps you sleep tonight, I'll consider meeting her. Is that good enough?"

Harry frowned and gave Ron a punch to the right arm. "No that's not bloody good enough, you arse!"

Ron shook his head and threw Harry a dirty look. "I don't need this right now. Bye, Harry." And with that, he Dissaparated on the spot. Harry fumed in anger. His morning had been absolute shit.

Ginny slumped over the table, reading the last few words of the article in the Daily Prophet. If asked what the article was about, Ginny couldn't tell you a thing. She only read it out of pure relentless boredom. Molly Weasley walked into the kitchen and took a seat next to her.

"You're the only person I ever told mum," Ginny said with a depressed sigh.

Molly shook her head, slightly disappointed in her only daughter. "You should come clean to Luna. It's unfair to her." This was the kind of advice Molly dreaded giving.

Ginny frowned and rested her head on the table. "She already knows about it."

Molly gasped and stood from her chair, staring down at her daughter with a horrified gaze. "I know you didn't tell her. Ron did." Ginny explained.

It had happened on New Years Eve, Ginny distinctly remembered. Harry had been with Luna for a few months, but had a feeling the relationship wasn't going to last much longer. He wasn't exactly gaga over Luna, but he did feel a certain attraction towards the strange blonde girl.

Harry had decided to unveil his new home in Godric's Hollow by throwing a big New Years Eve party in which all his friends and neighbours were planning to come. He woke up on the morning of his party and got to work with his wand setting beautiful scarlet, gold, and silver banners and streamers all throughout his lovely home. Luna had come over to prepare the food which consisted of enough pizza, cake, and butterbeer to feed everyone in his neighbourhood. She had even bought an expensive brand of firewhisky for the guests who were of age.

The housewarming/New Years party was set to start at eight that night, but large numbers of guests began pouring in at around eight forty-five. Among those included Hermione, all the Weasleys of course, just about every single one of his neighbours, and the largest group being friends from Hogwarts.

By ten o'clock, everyone was dancing, laughing, flirting, and having the time of their lives. Harry was in the kitchen joking with Neville Longbottom and Dean Thomas when a distinct red head waltzed in with a short skirt and tall heels. The boys stopped talking and stared at her. "Damn Ginny, you've grown up." Dean joked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She laughed uncomfortable and wriggled out of his grip.

"Hi Neville. Hi Harry." she greeted the boys, walking over to give each of them a peck on the cheek. If Harry wasn't mistaken, the kiss Ginny had given him was longer by about three seconds. "Way to snub a guy," Dean mumbled with a frown and left the kitchen. Ginny looked down before saying to Harry, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Neville made to leave but Ginny shook her head. "You're okay, we're just gonna go upstairs." There was an awkward pause at how…wrong that kind of sounded. What did Ginny want with Harry besides the obvious? Harry saw Neville grin roguishly as he left the kitchen behind Ginny, following her up the stairs.

"So what exactly are we gonna talk about up here?" Harry asked sarcastically as he shut his bedroom door behind him. In the split second before Harry had a chance to do anything else, Ginny attacked him. Not literally of course - she simply jumped into his arms, kissing him endlessly. "Stop, stop, what the hell are you doing?" Harry asked, pulling away from her reluctantly.

She kicked off her heels and gazed at Harry lovingly. He had seen this look on her face so many times before. "Harry, I don't know if you know this or not…but I love you." It took Harry a moment to register this, but even when he did he decided to play dumb. "Yeah, I love you too. You're like my kid sister!"

Ginny moved back in for another kiss but Harry stopped her. "I'm with Luna. You know this is wrong." he said seriously. This frustrated Ginny greatly. "I don't care! What do you even see in her, she's like obsessed with Wrackspurts, the freak!"

Harry frowned, but couldn't say anything. Luna did indeed have this bizarre fetish with Wrackspurts, while Ginny seemed normal. "Come on, Harry. You want me too." Ginny said, moving closer to him. The smell of her perfume became stronger with each step she took towards him. She was beautiful tonight…

Harry looked up at the clock on the wall. 11:50

"Shit, Ginny, wake up!" he practically screamed. He shook her naked body, feeling disgusting. What have I done? he thought, panicking. Ginny woke with a start, rolled off the bed, and hurriedly put her clothes back on. Harry was zipping up his pants as he rushed out of his bedroom, wondering what the hell would possess him to forget that he was still hosting a party downstairs. He stopped at the top of the flight of stairs and clapped his hands. Silence fell.

The crowd was getting antsy. Harry glanced at his wrist watch. 11:55

"Five minutes!" Harry screamed at the top of his lungs as he ran down the stairs, greeted by the sound of every single guest in the house yelling with excitement. He found Luna, Hermione, and Ron in the living room in front of the big grandfather clock. "…dropping five pounds for sure this year!" Hermione was saying to Luna, who looked only mildly interested.

"Alright, everyone let's get ready for the countdown!" Harry shouted, wrapping one arm around Luna's shoulder and the other around Hermione's. There was a loud chorus of laughter and screaming and then everyone shouted in unison: "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!"

So many things happened at once that it all became a big blur: Ron kissed Hermione dead on the lips; Harry pulled Luna closer to him and did the same; people ran outside to shoot sparks from their wands; the streamers and banners Harry had draped around the house were bewitched to light up beautiful at midnight and did so; generally everyone was excited to see another year roll in.

Everyone except Ginny Weasley who sat at the top of the stairs, tears streaming down her cheeks. I'm such an idiot, Ginny thought miserably, He obviously doesn't want me, just look at him! And indeed, Harry seemed to forget about Ginny in the blink of an eye; quite frankly, it felt like he was the only one in the room right now.

III. Animal: Ron watched from his bedroom window as the sun slowly began to set. He sat on the side of his bed, wallowing in his own misery. Even though part of him was telling him how wrong it would be to leave Hermione by herself in this situation, another part was saying he should flee to the United States. As if I'd want to live in America, he thought with a snort.

He got up from his bed, stretched, and caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. It was a few minutes past eight. He started to pace across his room, weighing his options. No one would ever know if you skipped town, he thought to himself with a smug grin, and you could take one of those Muggle "airplanes" to Canada! Now there was a plan…except one tiny flaw. The guilt would eat at him like termites. He could imagine Hermione raising a little baby, struggling without the help of a father, cursing herself for ever sleeping with that skiver son of a bitch Ron Weasley.

Ron shook his head in shame. God forbid he ever walk out on Hermione. With that, he went to take a long shower, changed into his casual attire, and left.

When he arrived in the village of Hogsmeade, he took a quick glance around. He hadn't been here in quite a bit. Trudging along, he reached High Street in a matter of ten minutes. He glanced at the wristwatch Harry had given three years ago for Christmas. 10:05; it felt like time was literally flying.

Walking in, Ron was greeted with the light scent of cigarette smoke and food. He glanced around and spotted Madam Rosmerta. She had aged with grace. He looked around and a wave of memories swept over him. Before he could reminisce any longer, he spotted a familiar brunette in a booth in the far corner. He swallowed and walked towards her, praying for patience.

When he slid into the booth next to her, she hardly flinched. She simply stared down at the bar menu, concentrating on something Ron didn't notice. "Hey." he said simply. Hermione looked up and nodded in greeting. This usually wasn't like her. But then again, he didn't expect her to pull him into a big hug and pretend that everything was okay.

She went back to staring intently at the menu. "You came." she said softly, her voice nearly a whisper. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun and she was wearing a grey pantsuit. Compared to the night they first had sex, she looked quite boring.

Ron grinned. "Had nothing better to do." he joked, giving her a fake punch to the arm. When she looked up at him, her expression told him that she wasn't in the mood. His smiled faded. "Let's just get to why we're here." she said exasperatedly. Ron agreed.

"I'm well aware that the last thing you want to be doing right now is playing daddy and you're not in that boat alone." she continued, resting her chin in her hand. "But I…I really think we should raise the baby."

To Ron, it felt like everyone in the bar had heard what Hermione said. He frowned and put his face in his hands. "What exactly makes you think I want to raise a kid?" he asked.

There was a look of mock-concern on Hermione's face. "Poor you, I'm ruining your life with my feminine problems," she snapped, "I didn't ask you to come tonight to see you act like some sort of animal! You know I can raise this baby without you!"

She practically pushed him out of the booth so she could leave, but just as she was walking to the exit, she stopped. Ron saw her running to the lavatory covering her mouth. Oh shit she really is pregnant, he thought frantically as he slid out of the booth and followed her.

The ladies' room was completely foreign to Ron. He even received a horrified stare from a teenage girl. "Oh, she's pregnant." he explained as she nodded and rushed out. "Mione, let's not do this." he called out. She was in the third stall, he saw.

The sound of her heaving and retching almost made him sick. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me back there. I can't help but act like a prat, I mean this is just…shocking."

There was silence for a moment and then: "Can you help me up? I feel really dizzy." Hermione moaned from the stall. Ron opened the door of the stall to find her on her knees, slumped over the toilet. It was weird to see that not five minutes ago, she hardly wanted to see him. Ron figured it was the mood swings. "I'll take you home with me." he said, grabbing her gently by the hand and keeping her upright with an arm around her waist.

"You've said that so many times before, it's scary." she joked, deadpan. Ron lead her out the door of the lavatory and led her to the exit. They were garnering many stares from the various bar patrons. Once outside on High Street, it was fairly quiet except for the shop owners closing up for the night.

"You can Side-Along Apparate with me. There's no way I can walk you home like this." Ron said. Hermione didn't say anything, she simply wrapped her arm tightly around Ron's.

Five minutes later, they were walking up the hall to Ron's room. When they first walked into his apartment, he noticed there was an owl waiting on the open window. It's the same owl from this morning, he thought. After helping Hermione onto the couch to lay down, he rushed over to the owl and snatched the small letter from his leg. The owl hooted curtly and flew away.

He made his way back over to Hermione, who was slightly pale but had stopped throwing up. He kneeled down next to her and sighed. "How are you planning to tell them?" he asked nervously.

Hermione frowned and shook her head. She knew exactly what he was referring to. "I have no idea. They're going to be so disappointed…but what about Mr. and Mrs. Weasley?"

Ron simply shrugged. Hermione stared at the letter in his right hand. "What's that?" she asked curiously. He held it up for her to see. "Don't know. I'm not expecting anything."

Anxiously, he tore open the white and gold envelope and pulled out a short piece of parchment. He read it quickly, his eyebrows raised to his hairline. "What the hell…what is this?" he asked incredulously, handing it to Hermione who read it aloud.

"Ronald Weasley, your recent behaviour has triggered concern in someone who cares about you. In order to continue your course(s) in Auror training, it is mandatory that you attend an anger management class. If you choose not to attend, you will be dismissed from being a Junior Auror and fined up to thirty Galleons. Please see Head of Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic for further details. Thank you for your cooperation."

Harry picked at his filet mignon distractedly, making an annoying clink sound every time his fork hit the sides of the plate. Luna took a seat next to him at the table. "What's wrong? Is medium rare fine?" she asked. Since her mother had passed, she had almost always cooked for her father and over the years she had improved greatly. Harry shook his head and pushed the plate away from him, setting the fork back on his napkin.

"It's not the food, Loony," he said to her, "I'm just confused." Luna looked slightly taken aback, mostly because Harry never picked over dinner. The boy ate whatever you put in front of him and never gained a pound. "I mean about us, not Ron and Hermione. You do realize, we've never talked about what happened between me and Ginny?"

Comprehension dawned on Luna as she nodded and moved closer to Harry. "Ron told me that you snogged Ginny in Percy's cabaña at his pool party. Seriously, Harry, why are you so surprised? Ron's not exactly Mr. Reliable."

That's not all we did! Harry thought. But…he could just go along with that, right? He wouldn't exactly be lying…"Ah, yeah, you know Ron…" he said, trailing off to take a sip of his water. His throat suddenly felt dry. He set the cup down, turned to face her, and took her tiny hands in his. "Luna. God, there's nothing I could ever say to you to excuse what I did. I kept this from you and that was wrong. I'm sorry."

Tears filled her large blue eyes as she pulled him into a hug. "And I'm sorry for being so stupid! I can't believe I even touched Draco Malfoy!"

They held each other for a moment until a loud bang made them jump away from each other. Harry looked up at the kitchen window to see a snowy white owl that had slammed against the window. "Damn owls," Luna grumbled.

Harry opened the window, allowing the owl to fly in and settle on the table. It reminded him strangely of Hedwig. Luna tore the gold and white letter off the owl's leg and patted it on the head. "What's this?" she asked Harry, who motioned for her to open it. She did so and paused for a minute to read it to herself. "Harry, someone's trying to send you to an anger management class."

His eyes widened as he took the letter from Luna and looked over it. "They can't be serious!" he yelled, throwing the parchment down on the table. The owl hooted loudly and flew out the window and into the night.

Walking into the elevator, Ron was most displeased that he had to come all the way to the Ministry on a Saturday. As unpleasant thoughts towards the anger management class rattled his brain endlessly, he hardly noticed when his best friend walked in next to him wearing the same expression. "Can you believe this? How stupid is this?" Harry asked over and over again, hardly realizing he was talking to Ron.

"When I get my hands on whoever "recommended" me for this, he's fucking dead." Ron grumbled. Harry agreed. The elevator came to a stop and allowed them to enter the floor for the Department of Aurors Office. Hardly anyone was there since it was the weekend and the Auror office was only ever really open on three days out the weekday. Ron and Harry both took seats in the waiting room. They waited for nearly an hour.

"What is it with this office and lunch breaks?" Harry complained, pointing to the sign posted on the wall behind the large desk. Ron snickered. There was a small pop which appeared to be a hefty woman who had just Apparated behind the desk. She picked up her quill and began to write something down, obviously pretending not to notice Ron and Harry.

Ron cleared his throat loudly. The woman did not move. "Lady, we've been waiting for an hour, the least you could do is acknowledge our presence." he finally said after five minutes of being ignored. The woman rolled her eyes, looked up, and looked back down at her parchment. "She did not just ignore me again," Ron said more to himself, getting up from his seat and standing defiantly in front of the desk.

"Try asking nicely, Weasley," the woman said, not looking up. Ron crossed his arms across his chest like a child and twisted his face in frustration.

"Fine! I'm here to speak to someone about a bloody anger management class," he told her, mustering all of his politeness. "Oh I'm sorry, may I please speak to someone about a bloody anger management class."

This made the woman look up with a genuine smile. She had succeeded in making a Weasley ask for something politely. "You can speak to me. I can only imagine why you need to be taking these courses."

Harry hopped up from his seat and stood next to Ron. "Yes, we just really want to know why we're taking these classes, who recommended us, and if we could possibly choose not to take them."

The woman threw her head back and laughed a menacing laugh. "I think it's pretty obvious why you're taking an anger management class. I can research your files and find who registered you and no, you can't drop the class." she chuckled to herself as she walked out from behind the desk and walked into a small room next to it.

She opened the door using a spell Harry didn't quite pick up on and sauntered inside, humming a tune to herself. In this room, there were a lot of file cabinets and posters of wanted criminals. Harry even noticed an older one of Sirius Black. They have to be complete idiots to still believe he was ever a criminal, Harry thought. Memories of him and his late godfather swept over him as the witch walked over to a file cabinet in the far corner and opened it. Obviously, she knew they were Harry Potter and Ron Weasley without even asking.

When she found the files, she closed the cabinet and led the boys out of the little room and shut the door behind them. They waited patiently at the front of the desk as she walked behind it, a faint smile on her face. She dropped the folders onto the desk and opened the one on top lazily. "Harry J. Potter…Auror in training…Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…here we go." she flipped through the folder and pulled out a slip of blue parchment.

After a few moments of reviewing it, she rummaged through Ron's file where she found the same blue parchment. She looked at Harry and then to Ron. "It looks to be that both of you were recommended by a Mr. Draco Malfoy." she told them nonchalantly.

Ron breathed heavily and put a hand to his forehead. The woman flashed a wide smile and handed Ron his slip of blue parchment. "Your schedule, Mr. Weasley. Enjoy."

IV. Fun with Veal: Luna set the plate down in front of Hermione with a flourish. Hermione looked down at it nervously. "What's this?" she asked as politely as she could. Whatever it was, it didn't smell too good. Luna smiled and took a seat next to her. "It's veal." she replied, picking up the fork and knife on the plate and cutting off a piece.

"It's a good source of heme iron. You need to eat healthier with this baby. Go on and try it." Luna encouraged. She handed the fork to Hermione who took it reluctantly and bit off the meat at the end. It was horrible, but she didn't tell Luna that. It would disappoint her. "Delicious." she fibbed after swallowing the near painful bite. Luna's face lit up.

"Go on," she pressured, motioning for Hermione to take another bite, "Eat up!" There was a knock at the door before Hermione could make up an excuse. "Probably the guys. I still can't believe they have to go to anger management!" Luna said, getting up and walking to the door.

When she opened it, she got the shock of her life. Ginny Weasley stood there with the strangest expression on her face. She was wearing a navy and white striped romper and red high heels. Her red hair was swept into a messy bun and her skin was sickly pale. Luna's eyes widened. "Ginerva Weasley," Luna joked as she stepped aside to allow Ginny inside, "What a surprise."

Ginny slid her hands into her pocket and took a seat on the couch. Hermione rushed out of the kitchen and into the living room, her jaw dropping when she saw Ginny. Luna flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and shut the door. "It's been a while, huh?" she said, taking a seat next to Ginny. There was silence; they hadn't seen each other in weeks.

"So what's new?" Ginny asked awkwardly. She felt weird about seeing Hermione and Luna after so long. Luna looked at Hermione, who still stood in the doorway separating the kitchen from the living room.

Hermione shrugged. "I'm six weeks pregnant."

Ginny put a hand to her mouth and let out a small scream. "Oh my God! I didn't know you were married!" she jumped up from her seat and wrapped Hermione in a hug. Hermione patted her on the back with a nervous laugh. "We're not."

Ginny stepped back and cocked her head to the side a little. "Who's 'we'?" she asked, narrowing her eyes. She had a damn good idea of who 'we' was. Hermione swallowed. "That's right, 'we'. Ron and I."

Luna sighed and shook her head. "Before the yelling starts, can we please be mature about this?" Ginny seemed to ignore this request, for she frowned and started to raise her voice with Hermione.

"Ron? You can't be serious? How desperate do you have to be to sleep with him?" Ginny asked. Hermione frowned and walked closer to her. She towered over Ginny by an inch. "Throwing yourself at Harry must not count, Ms. Rottencrotch."

Luna stepped between them, facing Ginny. "Guys, seriously." she had her wand in her pocket and wouldn't be so slow to draw it.

Hermione snorted. "Luna please, don't you know what this slut did with Harry?" Luna turned to face her, eyebrows raised. "Yeah, they made out in Percy's cabaña . I'm over it."

Both girls stared at Luna, confused. "What?" they asked at the same time.

Luna's eyes welled over. "That's what Harry told me." She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and sniffed. She didn't want to be hearing any of this right now. Ginny turned away, too ashamed to look Luna in the eye. "He wasn't lying…but he wasn't telling the whole truth either."

Luna pushed Ginny, who tumbled back, and advanced on her. "You bitch!" she screamed at her through her tears. Hermione grabbed her from behind and led her away from Ginny. "What did you two do?" she yelled.

Ginny sobbed silently. "We had sex at Harry's housewarming party. We didn't speak for months and then at Percy's party we sat in his cabaña and talked and then we just made out but he was like 'No, Ginny we can't do this, I'm sorry.' and then he left and we haven't done anything like that since, I swear!" she explained quickly, occasionally pausing to sniff or wipe away a tear from her cheek.

There was a moment in the living room when all three girls were just crying silently among themselves until Luna forced her way out of Hermione's grip and stood in front of Ginny's kneeling form. "Get the fuck out my house." she demanded. Ginny stood up slowly and dragged herself to the front door. Before she left, she turned to Luna. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Luna, I didn't mean for any of this to happen…"

"Just get out! Get the fuck out!" Luna screamed at her. Ginny sobbed louder and left, leaving Hermione and Luna crying on the floor of the living room. All of a sudden, Hermione rushed upstairs, crying and holding her stomach. Luna noticed this and followed her. When she reached the top of the staircase, she looked around and saw the bathroom door swung wide open. Hermione was leaned over the toilet, heaving and weeping miserably. The sight of it was heart wrenching.

Luna kneeled down next to her and patted her on the head. "I'm sorry, Mione…about Ginny and the veal…"

Harry made his way up the drive, fumbling for his wand in his pocket. It was deafeningly silent tonight, but Harry was quite used to it. He pulled out his wand and pointed it to the doorknob. Before he could mutter the special incantation he and Luna had devised, the door silently creaked open.

Harry walked in suspiciously, wondering if Luna had heard him outside. "Luna?" he called out. There were no lights on in the house. "Luna?" he repeated, more loudly this time. He thought for a minute and then realized something. He clapped his hands together twice and the lights flickered on. "What would I do without clap lights?" he muttered to himself before looking around to see that Luna was sitting on the armchair almost directly in front of him.

"A bit cliché, waiting up for me like this. What'd I do, babe?" he said, making to walk closer to her but she pulled out her wand and pointed it at him. "Liar," she hissed in a voice Harry neither recognized nor cared for. Harry raised an eyebrow. "Luna, honey-"

Luna stood up suddenly and told him to shut up, so he did. She was wearing a silky see-through robe with a lacy thong and a matching bra. Harry noticed something about her that made his jaw drop. She had cut her long, beautiful hair that Harry enjoyed running his fingers through. It was now very short, to be exact. It hardly passed her ears.

"What's wrong, love?" she asked, walking slowly towards him. He looked down at her feet. Her toenails were no longer forest green - they were blood red. "Look at me, Harry. I said LOOK AT ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT." she yelled.

Harry stepped back slowly as she kept moving forward, wand still pointing at his chest. "Luna, lower your wand. We can talk about this." he said softly. She shook her head violently. "I can't believe you." she moaned through her tears. Harry was still backing away until he couldn't anymore - he had hit the wall behind him. Luna was close enough to kiss him now, although she had no intention of doing so.

"I'm not kidding, Luna, put the wand down!" he bellowed, staring daggers at her. All of a sudden, she pulled back her arm and struck him across the face with her fist. There were tears in her eyes. "You horrible, horrible man!" she cried, showing no mercy. He was now on his knees, rubbing the side of his face.

Hate filled Luna's eyes. She gazed down at Harry disdainfully, pointing her wand at his chest. "You hurt me, Harry. I have no choice." Harry looked up, wiping the blood from his mouth.

"Luna, I'm sorry, please! Don't do this, am I really worth a trip to Azkaban?" he pleaded. He should've broken things off with Luna long ago, he knew this bitch was crazy.

"Crucio." she mumbled silently. Harry keeled over, letting out a blood-curdling scream that hardly fazed Luna." she drank in his writhing form, feeling pleased with herself. She lifted the Unforgivable Curse and stepped back with a look of disgust. "Would you like anything before we continue? It's going to be a long night for you, Potter."

Draco thrust violently into Shadi, who let out a moan of approval. He leaned down, kissing her roughly on the lips and continued to push into her, faster this time. He stopped for a minute to admire her gorgeous body in all it's naked glory. She smiled. "What? Why'd ya stop?" she asked, shifting a little under the weight of him. He was considerably heavier than she. "Nothing." he replied swiftly. She nodded. "Okay, well, can you finish up? I have work."

Draco laughed genuinely and finished. He leaned down to kiss her again, more gently this time, and rolled off her. She shifted to her side and rested her head on his heaving chest. As she drifted into a quick sleep, he looked around his elegant bedroom and sighed contently. Who needed Potter's drunken girlfriend? She had nothing on Shadi. Then another thought struck Draco: his father. He hadn't spoken to him in a while. Oh that's right, technically I'm no longer a Malfoy, he thought.

He brushed off the thought as Shadi sat up and leaned forward. She stared out of his bedroom window, watching as the sun slowly began to rise. "I love your place, Draco." she said, not looking at him. He grinned and sat up, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I'm just wondering how you got me to sleep with you though."

They both laughed awkwardly as they admired the awe-aspiring view right outside of Draco's window. "Seriously, this is weird. I'm supposed to be really cross with you." she said, petting his silvery blonde hair, silently complimenting how amazing it smelled. He sighed in mock-pride. "Well I must say it's that infamous charm I've cast upon you, Rezaie."

She crinkled her nose and got up from his bed to search for her clothes. Her bra was lying on Draco's desk. They must've been itching to get their clothes off last night. "Whatever, Malfoy."

-Fin-

Right, well, to be honest I've always thought of Ginny this way, so that's why I made her out to be the bad guy. And Harry - oh boy. Thanks for reading and hey, if you got a minute spare me a review. I know some of this doesn't make much sense, but it will in the final two chapters.