I thought this challenge fic would be fun to write!

Challenge by: angelps7

Genre: Romance/ Humor

Era: Hogwarts… 4th thru 7th year

Pairing: surprise me:D

Must include:

1."I didn't know you were like that…"
2.mistaken identity or identities
3.curse/ hex gone wrong
4."I love this song. Really bad eggs. Ooh." "Drink up me 'earties, yo ho!!" "Me? I'm dishonest." (use at least 2 of the 3!)
5.someone quotes Shakespeare
6.secret letters are exchanged
7."Are you questioning my manhood?"
8.lots of humor and chaos!!

Well here it goes..

"Can you believe how cute he is? Oh! look he's eating peas just like me, we have so much in common!" Ginny sighs banging her head on the table. "You are so lucky to have gotten to go to the ball with him last year Ginny!"

"Yeah, whatever," she muttered quietly.

Luna Lovegood was in love. Ironic huh? But love isn't really the word I'm looking for here, it's more like obssessed! Yeah, that's it.

Luna smiled dreamily not even noticing Ginny's desperate desire to talk about something, anything else. "Aren't his eyes lovely? They turn different colors with his mood you know.."

"You told me that yesterday." Ginny said frustrated, "And they day before, and probably the day before that!"

"I'm sorry he's just so cute."

"Yeah I heard!" Luna reluctantly tore her eyes away from the object of her affection to face Ginny for probably the first time in days.

"Is something wrong?"

Ginny gapped at her, "Well, besides the fact that I haven't had a reasonable conversation with you in weeks, everything's just peachy," she huffed in a chirpy voice.

"Ginny you never have had reasonable conversations with me." Ginny folded her arms across her chest stubbornly. This was true. Luna was always muttering something about invisible fairies being the cause of headaches, and toglytoms investing peoples brains. Where did her father even come up with a name like toglytoms?

"Well can't we at least discuss something that doesn't have to do with Neville! If I hear about how cute his bum, eyes or any other part of his body is, I just might scream!"

"You are screaming." she stated matter-of-factly

Ginny's eyes narrowed..

"I have six annoying prats I have to deal with at home, you have never heard me scream." Luna looked away from her glare, fidgeting with her food.

"I can't help it," she blushed.

Yes. Luna Lovegood blushed, like a girl. Over a boy. Ginny sighed sliding back in her seat.

"This is getting weirder by the minuet, I never thought I'd see the day when you became infatuated with a boy." Luna looked offended.

"I am a girl Ginny, I do have hormones." Ginny looked shocked.

"You have hormones?" Luna hit her arm.

"I'm a fourteen years old, of course I do! The hormonians get inside every girl on their thirteenth birthday," she stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Well maybe in her world..

"Uh huh," the red head hummed quietly. Luna really needed to get out more.

Ginny opened her mouth to say something else but her friends attention was already back on Neville's disgusting eating habits. Annoyed Ginny slammed her fist on the table and marched out the doors without Luna noticing one single thing.

"Unbelievable that girl!" she huffed up to the Gryffindor common room.

"Password!" bellowed the fat lady as Ginny marched over to the painting.

"Sweet Liquorish!" she practically screamed. No scratch that, she did scream. The fat lady murmured something about how rude children are these days before allowing Ginny into the portrait hole. Immediately she stomped up to the Girl's Dormitory collapsing down on her bed. Her eyes widen as something sharp prodded into her back. Jumping onto her feet she looked down only to find a small envelope with the word Ginny printed neatly across. She eyed it suspiciously before lowering down to pick it up.

This was strange. Why would someone send her a letter when all they had to do was walk up to her in school?

She ran her fingers over the name. It wasn't from Bill or Charlie, the writing was too neat. It didn't look anything like her mum or dad's either. Curiously Ginny slowly ripped open the letter.

Her eyes are as brown as sweet caramel,

Her skin is as smooth as the sand.

Her hair is like fire,

My one true desire,

The jewel I wish I could have.

Ginny's face paled. It was a poem, a poem about her! She squealed falling back on her bed.

Someone liked her! Someone really liked her. She smiled quietly to herself. Someone noticed her out of all the other far more pretty (in Ginny's opinion) girls at school. And for once in a very long while, she felt special.

If only she knew who the someone was.

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"You did what?!" Harry bellowed at Neville, who was now shaking in his shoes. Hermione nudged Harry on the foot.

"Would you sit down! You're attracting attention." she hissed while pulling Harry back into his seat.

Ron snorted, "Harry attracts attention when he walks outside, or any where for that matter." Harry rolled his eyes shrugging Hermione's hand off his shoulder."

"Neville," he said testy, "I was never going to actually give that poem to Ginny."

Neville's lip trembled, "I just thought--you know maybe she'd like it." Ron shrugged piling food onto his plate.

"That's not really the point. That poem was sort of just a joke, he made it while the twins were harassing him about Ginny's poem. Thought it'd be funny he did."

Hermione's lips moved slightly upward, "Didn't sound like a joke to me," She said eyeing Harry with a smirk. He tried to kick her under the table.

"Ouch!" yelled Ron, "What was that for?"

"Sorry," Harry replied breathless glaring at Hermione. Ron noticed the exchange between the two.

"It was a joke?" Harry looked down at his plate but said nothing. Ron's eyes widened, "It wasn't a joke?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Ron you are such an idiot."

"It wasn't a joke.." Ron repeated still confused.

"It's not like Neville signed it," she continued ignoring Ron, "So you really have nothing to worry about," she noted reassuringly.

"You fancy my sister Harry," Ron squeaked blushing.

"Yes Ron, we've already moved past this," Hermione barged in.

"Move past--" he squeaked again, "I haven't moved past anything--Nothing at all."

"He's not making any since," Neville whispered to Hermione.

"Does he ever?" she whispered back.

"Harry?" Ron blushed again.

"I--uh," he stuttered, "Hermione this is all your fault!" He exclaimed pointing his finger at her.

She abruptly stood up from her chair, " My fault?!"

"Neville obviously didn't come up with that idea on his own! You--You told him to do it."

"I did not!" She said appalled.

"Harry fancy's Ginny!!" Ron suddenly exclaimed standing up from his chair. Curious glances were now being shot towards Harry by everyone in the Grand Hall. Harry nervously looked around.

"Don't listen to him, he's completely mental," Harry said quickly shoving Ron back in his seat.

"You just had to butt in," he hissed back at Hermione, "I would have told her in good timing.."

"Oh that's rich!" she huffed furiously grabbing all of her books.

"I would have!" Harry said offended. But Hermione was already marching out of the Great Hall.

She stopped suddenly and turned around, "She won't even think it's you!" she yelled back, "She's probably thinking it's Dean as we speak!" Harry opened his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it considering all eyes were once again on him.

"Isn't Luna gorgeous?"

"Harry likes Ginny."

Harry sat down annoyed by the two, "Both of you just shut up."

"Harry?"

"Yes Ron."

"This may seem kind of out of the blue. But do you fancy my sister?" Harry sighed banging his head on the table.

"I think that was a yes," Neville said bluntly.

"I think I'm going to be sick."

(A/N: Hm, I guess this story's going to be longer than I thought. I think it'll be really cute thought.. REVIEW.)