"Mistletoe." Cho said quietly. Harry froze up, his head was spinning. He bit his tongue as his mouth stumbled over the words.

"Yeah. Probably full of nargles, though." Cho gave him a funny look, tears still clinging to her eye lashes, illuminated in the low light.

"What are nargles?" Harry opened his mouth, feeling momentarily stunned.

"I, well, you'd need to ask Loony—Luna Lovegood." Cho laughed and hiccupped a little; it seemed that she had stopped crying. Why Harry didn't shut up then, he had no idea. "Luna says they infest mistletoe, and other stuff, and they're thieves and like to take your things. She got her shoes and papers stolen. But she wears that butterbeer cork necklace, and those radish earrings, to keep them away." Harry stopped talking, his eyes widening a little in disbelief. He had listened to everything Luna had said. Cho stared at him, her eyes watery and her nose scrunched up in a funny way.

The moment had ended.

"Well… thanks Harry." Cho sniffled, and walked past him. A moment later he heard the door shut. Harry stood there, perplexed and a little annoyed. What exactly just happened?

Harry walked back to the common room, thinking things over. Looking back over the year, since the night he had met Luna on that carriage, when she had told him he was sane, he had remembered everything Luna had told him. The Ministry conspiracies, and the different magical creatures she had grown up believing in, despite how incredulous some of it was. Subconsciously he had remembered it all. "I must be mental." Harry muttered to himself, as he approached the Fat Lady.

"Talking to yourself, eh?" The Fat Lady inquired, in that all-knowing, dramatic tone she usually addressed him with. "You know Potter, some people might think you're—"

"Mimbulus mimbletonia." Harry snapped at her. The portrait swung open and he climbed in, immediately seeing Hermione and Ron sitting at their favorite couch in front of the fire. He walked up to them and plopped down, a glowering look upon his face.

"What kept you?" Ron asked, glancing over at him. Harry didn't say anything, staring into the fire.

"Are you alright Harry? Is it Cho; did she corner you after the meeting?" Harry nodded his head a little, still not paying much attention to either of them.

"So—er—what did she want?" Ron snickered, dropping it after Hermione gave him a look.

"She—er—" Harry was tripping over his words again.

"Did you kiss?" Hermione asked simply. Harry froze up again. Ron leaned forward avidly.

"Well?" He demanded. Harry shook his head and Ron sank away, looking mildly disappointed.

"I think— I think she was going to. And then—then I…" Harry was at a loss for words. "I started talking about nargles. In the mistletoe." He blurted out. Ron burst out laughing and Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly at the unexpected news.

"You've been hanging around Loony Lovegood too much mate." Ron chortled, clapping him on the back. Harry shook his head, making a face.

"I have no idea."

Luna skipped back from the latest D.A. meeting to the Ravenclaw dormitories. She was in a surprisingly good mood, despite the fact Harry had clearly disliked the idea of being underneath the mistletoe with Luna. She had simply brushed it off and told him it was a good he had moved. Good thinking. It's often infested with nargles. She had said. Well it's true. Luna scolded herself. She wouldn't be caught dead kissing under mistletoe, under normal circumstances. She would have been too worried the nargles would take her shoes again, or some other article of clothing, like her tie.

Luna shook off the thoughts as she walked up the spiral staircase, bouncing up and down a little with each step. Her radish earrings swung with each hop and she was humming softly to herself. When she reached the entrance to Ravenclaw tower, there were three first years huddled outside the door.

"Trouble answering the riddle?" Luna asked airily. The small girl nodded, her brown pigtails swinging about her face. Luna turned towards the bronze eagle knocker and knocked twice. A serene, musical voice erupt from the eagle's mouth.

"One by one we fall from heaven, down into the depths of the past. And our world is ever upturned, so that yet some time we'll last. What am I?" Luna pondered for a moment, mulling it over in her mind. The three first years watched her, their eyes wide.

"An hourglass." Luna answered dreamily.

"Veracious." The door replied and swung open. The first years clambered in, thanking Luna profusely. She went in after them, the door closing behind her. Luna slipped through the common room, weaving around a group of seventh years still awake; it appeared they were doing an experiment with goblet full of orange juice and some sort of transfiguration, because the orange juice was waving around, as if trying to say hello. Luna simply skipped along, being careful not to upset their orange juice; no one questioned anything in Ravenclaw.

She headed up the stairs to the girls dormitories, tripping over her robes a few times. When she entered the fourth year's room, it was silent, apart from the soft sighs and snores of sleeping girls. She stripped off her robe and hung it over her four poster. Luna pulled on her pajama top and slipped into her pants. Then she put her shoes back on and climbed into bed.

She snuggled down into the silky blue sheets, softly murmuring to herself about crumple-horned snorkacks before drifting off into dream-filled sleep.

{{Author's note}}Hello! It's been an awful long time since I've written any fanfictions; I deleted all my old ones because of how terrible my middle school writing was…

Anyway, this is my lovely Harry/Luna fanfic. I was watching the fifth movie again the other day when I got the idea. It's just what I think would have happened if Harry hadn't kissed Cho and explained what nargles were (and had an attraction to Luna). Hope you enjoy~