Lose It All by PuppyNoelle

Rating: PG13
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Ron & Luna
Book: Ron & Luna, Books 1 - 6
Published: 03/08/2006
Last Updated: 03/08/2006
Status: In Progress

7th year; Despite the raging war and turmoil of the wizarding world, Ron’s life finally seems to
be turning around. But as he tries to decipher Luna’s mysterious ways and defend her from
relentless tormenters and non-believers, he must choose between being a renowned hero alongside his
two best friends and being the hero of a single lonely girl.




1. Chapter I: An Odd Start
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**Lose It All**

**by** **Puppy Noelle**

Disclaimer: I own myself, my ideas, my many and numerous notebooks, my imagination, and a few
other things [nothing worth actual monetary value] and basically other than that I own nothing.
And, sadly, I own none of the copyrights, trademarks, etc that have to do with the Harry Potter
world.

Description: 7th year; Despite the raging war and turmoil of the wizarding world,
Ron’s life finally seems to be turning around: the crush he’s had on Hermione since fourth year is
finally becoming more than just a one-sided thing, he becomes a much better Quidditch player, he
proves himself to Fred and George, his grades finally start to improve, and he even befriends
“Loony” Luna Lovegood. But as he tries to decipher Luna’s mysterious ways and defend her from
relentless tormenters and non-believers, he must choose between being a renowned hero alongside his
two best friends and being the hero of a single lonely girl.

Genres: Romance, Drama (a little bit of everything really, but those are the main two)

Pairings: Initial pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, and Ron/Luna fluff; Main/Final parings:
Ron/Luna, Harry/Hermione, Ginny/Neville

Rating: PG-13, T

My Inspiration:

*Take what you need*

*‘Cause I can’t hold my breath*

*Say what you feel*

*‘Cause I’ve got nothing left*

*Oh, I made a promise to myself last night*

*I’m going to keep it if it’s wrong or right*

*And if I lose it all*

*There’ll be nothing left to lose*

*And I will take the fall*

*‘Cause knowing you are out there breathing*

*Is so wonderful*

*It’s a chance I’ll take*

*Even if I break*

*And I lose it all*

*If I lose it all*

*It wouldn’t matter anyway*

*Don’t change a thing*

*You’re perfect as you are*

*Time has a way*

*Time is all I’ve got*

*If my heart should shatter watching you*

*There’d be one less thing I’d have to prove*

*And if I lose it all*

*There’ll be nothing left to lose*

*And I will take the fall*

*‘Cause knowing you are out there breathing*

*Is so wonderful*

*It’s a chance I’ll take*

*Even if I break*

*And I lose it all*

*If I lose it all*

*Heaven will be waiting*

*When I fall into your open arms*

*I believe you’ll find me there*

*You’ll find me there*

*And if I lose it all*

*There’ll be nothing left to lose*

*And I will take the fall*

*‘Cause knowing you are out there breathing*

*Is so wonderful*

*It’s a chance I’ll take*

*Even if I break*

*And I lose it all*

*If I lose it all*

*And if I lose it all*

*There’ll be nothing left to lose*

*And I will take the fall*

*‘Cause knowing you are out there breathing*

*Is so wonderful*

*It’s a chance I’ll take*

*Even if I break*

*And I lose it all*

*If I lose it all*

*It wouldn’t matter anyway*

--**Lose It All**

--*Backstreet Boys*

--*“Never Gone”*

**Chapter I:** *An Odd Start*

It was nearly eleven o’clock a.m. when Ron Weasley groggily made his way down the stairs of the
Burrow. The summer heat and lack of things to do made sleeping in late a very easy and enjoyable
thing to do. His mother had even given up on trying to wake him at a decent hour; it took far too
much time to drag him out of his room than Molly Weasley thought suitable for her schedule. Her
only punishment for her youngest son was not allowing him to eat breakfast when he woke up at such
unreasonable hours. Ron didn’t mind though; all he had to do was sneak into the cabinets when she
wasn’t in the kitchen and take some snacks up to his room— which now had various snack items tucked
away where only he could find them.

He eventually made his way into the kitchen to find his mother there, already beginning lunch
preparations.

“Good morning Ronald dear,” she said as she pulled various ingredients out of the cabinets.

“G’morning,” he mustered as he poured himself a glass of orange juice. As he sleepily turned
around and began to walk towards the table, he collided with something, and whatever it was, came
tumbling to the ground with him, entangling itself in his legs. But before he could react at all,
he felt a cold splash all over his face and chest. He groaned miserably. What a wonderful way to
start the day.

The person he had run into started detangling themselves from his legs, but apparently when they
tried to lift themselves from the floor, a simultaneous bonk and high pitched yelp of surprise came
from the table.

After he’d wiped all the remaining orange juice out of his eyes, he sat up and opened them to
have his vision obscured by some stringy golden-yellow substance. He noticed a small feminine hand
rubbing a spot on the top of the girl’s head before the head back up, smacking right into his face.
He pushed himself to the floor, clutching his nose, praying that it wasn’t bleeding. The sudden
movement caused the still tangled girl to fall backwards on top of him, with her elbow falling
accidentally into his stomach and her blonde strands flying into his face.

“OW!!!” he bellowed at the impact of her elbow in her stomach.

“Oh dear…” he head his mother say as her footsteps hurried over to the scene. It wasn’t long
before Mrs. Weasley had untangled the two and helped the girl up onto her feet. She quickly turned
her attention to her injured son and moved him into a sitting position. She pulled his hands away
from his face and he opened his eyes, afraid that he might see blood all over them, but they were
clean, except for the sticky juice. As his mother examined him, he dropped his hands and looked up
at the cause of his injuries. He recognised her immediately— it was Luna Lovegood. She was wearing
baggy jeans, sneakers, her usual radish earrings, and a solid white tank-top that was now soaked
with orange juice. Her face was filled with mild surprise at the incident, but when he caught her
eye, she returned to her usual dreamy state. “Hello Ronald,” she said in the most awkward tone he
thought she could possibly muster.

His ears turned pink. “Err… hi Luna,” he mustered, “Uh… what are you doing here?”

“Ginny invited me over. I’m staying over for the week while Daddy’s away looking into a new
story.”

“Oh,” he said as his mother stood up, satisfied that there were no serious injuries to her
son.

“You’re fine, now get up and go clean yourself up, Ronald,” Mrs. Weasley said as she lightly
whacked the back of his head with a dishrag. “Luna dear, you can wash up in my bathroom. It’s right
through my bedroom, first door on the left.”

“Okay,” the blonde responded dreamily before gliding out of the kitchen.

Ron blinked after her before shrugging it off and picking himself off the ground. With his taste
for orange juice temporarily gone, he proceeded back to his bedroom for a change of clothes and
went straight to the bathroom to shower.

Once he’d left the bathroom, he smelled lunch downstairs and quickly made his way to the
kitchen.

When he arrived, Fred and George were there and say on one side of the table. Once they’d caught
his eye, they glanced at Luna across the table and started snickering when they’d looked back at
him. Ginny, who was next to Luna, noticed Ron enter and soon began imitating the twins.

Ron shot death glares at all three of them in turn, and, in an attempt to avoid further teasing,
sat on Luna’s free side. This, however, had the opposite effect. Fred and George broke out howling
with laughter and Ginny giggled so much her face was beginning to turn red. Across form Ron, George
started puckering his lips tauntingly, while Fred teasingly batted his eyelashes. Ginny now looked
on the verge of tears from laughing so hard. Ron’s ears had turned pink and his entire face became
red with rage as he growled at his siblings. He gripped his wand, pulling it out of his pocket. He
said angrily, “Do I have to remind you: I’m seventeen now and I can use magic whenever I want!”

But just as he’d pointed his wand at Fred’s face, Mrs. Weasley walked back into the kitchen and
“Accio wand!” erupted from her mouth. Ron’s want shot from his hand and into his mother’s. “No
attacking you brothers at the table!”

“But Mum! They were teasing me!” he said, attempting to get her on his side.

She glared at him as she pocketed his wand. “Even so, that still doesn’t give you the right to
jinx them for it!”

“But—”

“That’s enough Ronald!” she snapped. He retreated quietly, defeated. She then turned her
attention to Fred and George, who were on the verge of tears from laughing so hard. “As for you
two,” she said, pointing her own wand at them; they froze at this; “stop teasing your brother.
Accidents happen, and neither of them sustained any serious injuries, so there is no need to go on
about it!”

All four Weasley children became dead silent. They knew better than to push their mother too far
nowadays: especially since she had been keener to lose her temper lately. Ever since Dumbledore’s
death she, and everyone else, had become both jumpier and moodier than before. They had noticed it
on all the faces of the various Order members that had passed through the Burrow. The only signs of
happiness that they had seen were when Lupin and Tonks both stopped by together. They usually held
hands with fingers closely entwined— and even then they usually brought bad news with them.

Mrs. Weasley finally calmed down, and began filling their bowls with soup. Once her own bowl had
been filled, she flicked her wand and the pot floated back atop the stove. She took her seat at the
end of the long table, next to Ginny, and they all began eating in silence.

Ron wished that he hadn’t come downstairs at all as he forcefully swallowed a rather large gulp
of hot soup. He peered around at the others at the table. Fred and George were both silently
staring into their bowls, twirling their spoons around nervously amongst their afternoon
nourishment. Mrs. Weasley now had her eyes fixated on the family clock, which was now placed
directly in front of her bowl. He assumed that all of its hands were still glued to “mortal peril”
as they usually were. Ginny had taken a break from her soup and had her eyes fixated on the empty
chair across from her as she sipped from her glass of water. Finally, he looked next to him, at
Luna, who had the most recent issue of *The Quibbler* in one hand and her spoon in the other.
Her eyes were glued to what appeared to be a comic of Scrimegeour, the new Minister of Magic,
running around happily and telling everyone that Dumbledore was dead. He leaned in closer to read
more of the comic— he’d never realized just how political the magazine actually was at times; after
all, he was used to it being full of nothing but rubbish.

In his peripheral vision, he noticed Luna’s eyes leaving the comic and instead catching his eye.
He felt a tiny blush creeping onto his cheeks, but quickly forced his embarrassment away and tilted
his head at the comic in her hand. She gave him a look of understanding and moved the magazine so
he could get a better look. They both returned their eyes to the magazine and continued eating
their lunch despite the room’s awkward silence.

Luna was the first to finish eating and she retired to reading the article opposite the comic
that a scowling Ron’s eyes were glued to. Ginny, the next to finish, cleared away her dishes and
tapped Luna on the shoulder. “Come on Luna; let’s go up to my room,” she said, tugging on the
blonde girl’s arm. Reluctantly, Luna allowed her best friend to pull her away from her comfortable
spot at the table. She purposely dropped her magazine on the table next to Ron’s nearly empty glass
as she turned to follow the red-haired girl out of the kitchen.

Breaking his concentration on the displaced magazine, Ron turned his head and allowed his
sapphire eyes to follow the trail of golden blonde locks as their owner disappeared up the stairs.
He returned to his meal, picked up the fallen magazine with his free hand, and continued reading.
After a few minutes, he stood up, satisfied with eating only half of his soup, and made his way out
of sight.

Fred and George each raised an eyebrow inquisitively, exchanging curious glances between their
younger brother’s retreating form and each other. Even Mrs. Weasley donned a look of surprise at
how little her youngest son had eaten.

Ron flipped through the pages of *The Quibbler* lazily as he climbed the stairs, heading to
his bedroom. He hoped Luna wouldn’t mind if he borrowed it for a couple of hours. After all, she
was the one who dropped in on the table in front of him. And so what if most of the stuff in the
magazine was total rubbish, like Crumple-Horned Snorkacks; at least the stuff was amusing. He
frowned. If anyone at Hogwarts knew that he found *The Quibbler* entertaining they’d think he
was as mental as Luna. Heaven knows he wouldn’t want that. He decided it best that he not read
anymore and instead of going to his own room, he headed to Ginny’s room to return the magazine to
Luna.

Once he reached the door, he knocked loudly on it and his sister’s annoyed voice erupted from
inside the room, “Hold on a minute!”

He rolled his eyes and made to open the door himself just as the door swung open revealing his
irritated sister in its wake. “What do you want Ron?” she asked huffily, folding her arms across
her chest. He peeked into the room and found the person he was looking for perched on Ginny’s bed,
staring straight at him. He quickly returned his attention to his sister, who was now becoming
impatient.

“Luna left *The Quibbler* at the table,” he said, looking back at the girl on the bed, “I
figured she’d want it back.” Once again he turned back to Ginny and held the magazine out to her,
but before Ginny had the chance to take it, Luna had appeared in front of her. She smiled at Ron,
revealing pretty white teeth. Although surprised by the fact that she was actually *smiling*
at him, he couldn’t help but smile back as he held out the magazine for her.

“Here you go,” he said, not taking his eyes off her blue-topaz ones.

“Thank you Ronald,” she said dreamily as she reached out, gently removing the item from his
hand. She allowed herself to linger only a few seconds longer before retreating into the room,
leaving Ginny to close the door.

Once she’d closed the door, Ginny turned to her best friend and stared at her incredulously.
“What just happened there?” the red-head asked, “Was that *really* my brother or was he under
the Imperius curse?”

Luna shook her head, “I doubt that he’s been cursed,” she paused to ponder any other options,
“He’s probably just got some Wrackspurts floating around in his room… You know how they can make
people go funny…”

Ginny couldn’t help but release a giggle. No matter how crazy the creatures in *The
Quibbler* became, she knew that Luna would always believe in them. And even though most people
thought of this as a sign of insanity, Ginny honestly thought of this odd quality as more amusing
and endearing than anything else. As she sat down across from Luna and returned to their game of
Exploding Snap, she wondered if maybe Ron was starting to see her best friend in the same light as
she did. She knew, obviously, that Luna had fancied her brother since the girls’ first year, but
she never really thought that he could possibly return the sentiment: he was always too oblivious
to notice the good things that were right in front of him. But now, just maybe, things could
finally work out in her best friend’s favour. Only time could tell.

Once his sister’s door had closed, Ron heard her ask Luna, “What just happened there? Was that
*really* my brother or was he under the Imperius curse?”

He scowled and angrily turned away. He began swearing under his breath as he stomped up to his
own room. Once he was inside, he slammed the door shut and threw himself onto his bed, still
scowling. Why did his sister always have to ruin his good mood? Whether it was snogging guys right
in front of him or simply finding ways to indult him, she had this incredibly annoying knack for
finding ways to irritate him. Now that he thought about it, Hermione had that same knack for
getting on his nerves. Except he fancied Hermione, right? Yes. But Luna… she didn’t really irritate
him. No. She just confused him if anything. And it was odd how he’d never noticed it before, but as
he remembered the crazy blonde’s appearance as he gave her her magazine, his mind began to
wander.

She hadn’t been wearing the same outfit that she wore at lunch. She wore an ankle length white
skirt and a pale blue fitted t-shirt. He had never seen her wear such an attractive outfit before.
She usually wore clothes that were quite baggy, so he’d always assumed that she had a boyish
figure, but in that outfit he realized that she really had a nice petite, healthy, feminine figure.
He smacked himself. ‘She’s my sister’s best friend. Nothing can happen,’ he thought, ‘and besides,
even if something *did* happen, Ginny would kill me. *And* people at school would torture
me for it; and I fancy Hermione anyways. Right? Yes.’

He sighed and decided to ride on his broomstick for a while. That always helped him clear his
head.

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>End chapter one

Free hugs will go out to all reviewers! I sincerely hope you enjoyed this first chapter! I know
I enjoyed writing Ron’s “inner conflict” and there will be much more of that for those who found it
as amusing as I have. Until next chapter!

>Hugs



2. Chapter II: Hanging Out With Luna
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**Lose It All**

**by** **Puppy Noelle**

Disclaimer: I own myself, my ideas, my many and numerous notebooks, my imagination, and a few
other things [nothing worth actual monetary value] and basically other than that I own nothing.
And, sadly, I own none of the copyrights, trademarks, etc that have to do with the Harry Potter
world.

Description: 7th year; Despite the raging war and turmoil of the wizarding world,
Ron’s life finally seems to be turning around: the crush he’s had on Hermione since fourth year is
finally becoming more than just a one-sided thing, he becomes a much better Quidditch player, he
proves himself to Fred and George, his grades finally start to improve, and he even befriends
“Loony” Luna Lovegood. But as he tries to decipher Luna’s mysterious ways and defend her from
relentless tormenters and non-believers, he must choose between being a renowned hero alongside his
two best friends and being the hero of a single lonely girl.

Genres: Romance, Drama (a little bit of everything really, but those are the main two)

Pairings: Ron/Luna, Harry/Hermione, Ginny/Neville

Rating: PG-13, T

**Chapter II:** *Hanging Out With Luna*

Although the feeling of the wind whipping through his hair as he rode his broom was probably the
most comforting thing he’d ever experienced, Ron knew that he must come back down eventually. As he
approached the ground, he saw Ginny and Luna relaxing on a picnic blanket with bowls full of ice
cream in their hands.

He purposely landed right next to Ginny and asked, “Where’d you get that?” as he pointed at the
homemade strawberry ice cream in her bowl.

Ginny grinned. “Mum made it while you were up there,” she said, nodding her head toward the
sky.

Ron glared at her. “Well somebody could’ve told me!”

Ginny giggled. “It’s more fun this way,” she said before teasingly hitting her brother’s arm.
“Now go inside and get some before there’s none left.”

He shouldered his broomstick and huffily walked toward the house saying, “Fine. I will
then.”

Once he’d gotten his ice cream, he decided to go annoy Ginny and hang out with Luna outside, so
he laid his broomstick against the wall and made his way back to the two relaxed girls. Before he’d
even sat down, he noticed Luna’s eyes glued to him and Ginny’s rolling in annoyance.

“What are you doing here, Ron? Go eat your ice cream somewhere else,” his sister said,
irritation clearly written on her face. He loved getting on her nerves.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with mock innocence as he sat between the two girls, “I’m allowed to
sit with my two favourite girls now aren’t I?”

Ginny raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about, Ron?” she asked as she pointed over his
shoulder at the blonde girl who suddenly had a look upon her face of mixed joy and surprise.
“That’s *Luna* you know: *Luna Lovegood*.”

“I know,” he said through a mouthful of ice cream. Luna beamed. Ginny ignored her best friend’s
bliss and continued with her point, “Uh Ron… in case you haven’t noticed: Hermione’s not here. It’s
just me and Luna.”

He shrugged, still oblivious to her point. “Yeah, and if she *was* here then I would have
said my *three* favourite girls, right?”

Ginny just sighed and shook her head. “Whatever you say…”

“So Ronald,” Luna asked happily, “Did you find anything interesting in *The Quibbler*
earlier?”

He turned his attention to the blonde next to him and said, “Oh, besides that comic not much
really…” She had reverted back to her usual dreamy state at his answer, but for a moment he thought
he saw a flash of disappointment in her eyes. He hastily tried to rectify his mistake, “But I uh,
didn’t really have enough time to go through it properly. You see, right after I finished lunch I
brought it right back to you.”

She smiled vaguely at him sending a wave of relief through him. “Well,” she said, pulling out
the magazine, “Did you notice this article?” she asked, opened it to a specific page and handed him
the magazine.

He took it and looked at the title. “’What Really Happened in the Department of Mysteries the
Night He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Returned: A First Person Account’.”

Luna smiled and quickly pointed just below the title. “Look just below it,” she said
happily.

He did so. “‘Written by Luna Lovegood’ Hey that’s great!” he said grinning.

Luna was positively beaming. “The *Prophet*’s version was beginning to get annoying, so I
owled Harry and asked him if it was alright if I could write the truth and he said he didn’t have a
problem with it. Daddy sent out a copy to him, Hermione, and Neville so they could read it. I
wanted to show you and Ginny myself so I waited until I got here to show you two.”

Ginny, who had now joined the conversation, grinned. “And you’d better read it Ron; you have
absolutely no excuse not to. Besides, she’s a brilliant writer.”

“Well, in that case,” he said, catching Luna’s eye and smiling, “I will read it then.” He then
laid down on his belly, smoothed out the magazine over the blanket and resumed eating his ice cream
as he started to read the article. Next to him, Ginny giggled before returning to her own ice
cream, while Luna stared happily at the back of Ron’s head as she popped a spoonful of ice cream
into her mouth.

A few minutes and an ice cream bowl later, Ron finished the article. He beamed, “Luna, you
didn’t make me look like as big of an idiot as I thought I was. Of course after that Death Eater
hit me with that weird jinx my memory got kinda fuzzy…”

Ginny snickered while Luna looked almost sheepishly at Ron. “You really weren’t *that*
horrible. you just went a little funny, that’s all.”

Ginny laughed. “Please Luna! There’s no need to sugar-coat stuff for him! He knows he’s an
idiot!”

Ron fumed. “I am not!!” he yelled just as Luna angrily said, “No he’s not!”

Ginny stopped laughing and stared at her brother and best friend as they stared at each other.
After a while, Ron flushed and Luna looked at the ground, seeming slightly embarrassed.

“Well,” said Ginny, breaking the uncomfortable silence,” I suppose I’ll just leave you two to it
then.”

Neither Ron nor Luna acknowledged her as she hastily left the scene for the safety of the house.
Instead, Luna stared even more intently at the ground and Ron turned his attention to a nearby
tree.

“So…” said Ron finally, and with forced casualness, “You, uh, don’t think I’m an idiot?”

Luna looked up at him and shook her head. “No,” she said, “Not at all. I think you’re
funny.”

He finally made eye contact with her. “Really?”

“Yes,” she said, smiling vaguely.

“Cool,” he managed as he stood up and leaned against the tree he’d stared at earlier. Luna
merely watched him as he began scraping the tree trunk with his thumbnail.

One or two long minutes later, Ron spoke up again, “And I, uh, don’t think you’re insane. I
just, uh, think you’re a little weird. Bloody hell! That was the wrong thing to say! What I meant
was I think you’re weird in a *good* way. Yeah, that’s it. And I don’t think it’s fair how
people always make fun of you for being different.”

Luna smiled. “Thank you Ronald.”

He held out a hand in front of him. “Hold on, I’m not done yet.”

She giggled and said, “Okay.”

Hew furrowed his eyebrows in thought for a moment then continued his ramble, “And I like that
you’re not afraid to be yourself, even when people make fun of you. I think it’s brave.”

He finished by closing his eyes and folding his arms over his chest, signifying that he meant
what he’d said. In an instant he felt the girl’s hair flying into his face and her arms wrapping
around his shoulders. She buried her face into the crook of his neck as she said, “Thank you
Ronald,” with more emotion in her voice than he’d ever heard from her.

He was quite shocked and unsure of what to do, so he decided to leave it to his instincts to
decide. He placed his arms around her petite torso, allowing his hands to rest on the middle of her
back as he held her close to him. It was an odd sensation; odd yet comforting. She exhaled
contentedly.

Luna finally pulled back, revealing to him a pure smile and eyes swirling with emotion. The
sight left him in awe. He could hardly breathe as she said, “I’ll see you later Ronald,” and walked
away with a slight bounce in her step.

Once she’d disappeared into the house, he whispered to himself, “That was *weird*.” After a
moment of standing still in awe, he moved to pick up the three abandoned ice cream bowls and picnic
blanket. Still slightly dazed, he brought them inside to his mother who was now in the living room
knitting. Mrs. Weasley laid down her project to take the empty bowls from her son’s hands. She
looked at him curiously and continued into the kitchen to clean the bowls. He followed her and sat
down alone at the table, tossing the blanket onto the chair next to him. As she scrubbed the first
bowl clean, Mrs. Weasley asked, “What’ wrong dear?”

Ron stared at the empty chair across from him. “Absolutely nothing.”

Molly rolled her eyes. “Well then why are you acting so strange? You’ve been acting odd since
lunch— even your brothers noticed.”

He shrugged. He’d told the truth: nothing was wrong. In fact, the odd calm that had settled over
him felt *right* if anything.

She turned around from the sink and stared at him intently, trying to figure him out. “Well?”
she said expectantly, “I’m waiting for an answer.”

He almost didn’t want to tell her anything, but he felt that it would be okay if he did. “She
hugged me,” he said, still staring at the chair.

Mrs. Weasley resumed cleaning the bowls. “Who, your sister? It’s not that surprising Ronald; you
two may bicker almost constantly, but she still loves you.”

“No Mum!” he said, suddenly frustrated, “Not Ginny! Luna! Luna hugged me, just now, outside by
that tree.” He pointed out the window at the mentioned tree.

She was surprised at first, but as quickly as it had come, her surprise faded to be replaced by
a look of motherly understanding. It was the look that she wore, signifying that she new something
that he couldn’t begin to comprehend. He’d thought he’d finally outgrown that look, having not seen
it since he was still too young to go to Hogwarts.

His mother turned off the sink, dried her hands on a dish towel, and sat next to her youngest
son. She smiled at him lovingly and asked, “And how did it make you feel?”

He looked at her and shrugged. “I dunno,” he said, “I suppose it confused me. I mean, I hardly
know her, well I’ve known her for two years now, but I always thought she was crazy. I’ve never
thought much about her before; I guess I never thought she was all that important, you know?”

“She went with you, Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Neville into the Ministry of Magic that day,
didn’t she?”

“I know,” he said, “If she hadn’t woken up when she did, that brain thing probably would’ve
strangled me to death.” He sighed. “I just don’t understand her.”

Mrs. Weasley smiled. “You know,” she said conversationally, “I have spent so many years trying
to figure your father out, and I’ve gotten pretty far, but there are *still* times when I
simply cannot understand what goes on in his head. Like those muggle things: batteries, eckelicity
or whatever it’s called.”

Ron chuckled. “Yeah, but what does that have to do with Luna?”

She looked back at her son, “What I’m saying is to not push her away just because you don’t
understand her. Open up to her and she’ll open up to you. And,” she added, “given a little time and
effort you may learn how to understand her better.”

“But will I *ever* be able to fully understand her?”

Molly Weasley stood up and put a comforting hand on her son’s shoulder. “Maybe or maybe not, but
that isn’t what’s important. What *is* important is the time and effort that you put into it.
Who knows,” she said wisely, “It may become the best decision you’ll ever make.”

She left her still confused son to muddle over her words, while she resumed washing the ice
cream bowls.

Ron was still perplexed as he walked into his bedroom a few minutes later. He hated it when his
mother gave him those annoyingly cryptic answers that were just as confusing to him as studying for
tests. But he decided to take the portion of her advice that he understood. He chose to open up to
Luna more and get to know her better, and he figured the best way to accomplish this was to spend
more time with her and become her friend. Even if that meant spending more time with Ginny, he
figured it was worth it. And although he knew that people would tease him for being friends with
her, but he realized that Ginny was Luna’s best friend and his sister was still popular; and he
remembered that Harry, his own best friend, had taken Luna to Slughorn’s Christmas party last year,
and people still thought of him as “The Chosen One.” He finally came to a conclusion: he was
determined to be Luna’s friend and find a way to understand how she works— and he wasn’t going to
let either his own laziness or others taunts get in the way of that.

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~End Chapter two

-alrighty, here’s number two :) if you guys enjoy it enough i’ll post more chapters as soon as i
can. I’ve had this fic on fanfiction.net for a while, but haven’t gotten around to updating it due
to the crazy busyness that is life, but hopefully I can get myself in gear lol and I hope you guys
enjoy it here :)


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3. Chapter III: OWLs and Suprises
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**Lose It All**

**by** **Puppy Noelle**

Disclaimer: I own myself, my ideas, my many and numerous notebooks, my imagination, and a few
other things [nothing worth actual monetary value] and basically other than that I own nothing.
And, sadly, I own none of the copyrights, trademarks, etc that have to do with the Harry Potter
world.

Description: 7th year; Despite the raging war and turmoil of the wizarding world,
Ron’s life finally seems to be turning around: the crush he’s had on Hermione since fourth year is
finally becoming more than just a one-sided thing, he becomes a much better Quidditch player, he
proves himself to Fred and George, his grades finally start to improve, and he even befriends
“Loony” Luna Lovegood. But as he tries to decipher Luna’s mysterious ways and defend her from
relentless tormenters and non-believers, he must choose between being a renowned hero alongside his
two best friends and being the hero of a single lonely girl.

Genres: Romance, Drama (a little bit of everything really, but those are the main two)

Pairings: Ron/Luna, Harry/Hermione, Ginny/Neville

Rating: PG-13, T

**Chapter III:** *OWLs* *and Surprises*

Ron was happier than he’d ever felt. The wind whipped through his hair gently as his heart
soared… he felt as if he was in heaven. But suddenly he felt as if he was caught in the middle of
an earthquake. He awoke to find his entire room trembling around him, although he quickly realised
that the only thing actually moving was his mattress. Then, as quickly as the shaking had started,
it ceased. There was one final shake of the mattress as a plopping sound erupted from somewhere
near his feet. He grunted and rolled over to see what had caused the mini-earthquake.

“Luna…” he groaned groggily, “What are you *doing*?”

She sat at the foot of the bed, staring and smiling innocently at him. “I’m waking you up of
course.”

He pulled the sheets, trying to block her out. “Why don’t you go hang out with Ginny? I’m trying
to sleep.”

Without warning, she sat herself on top of his stomach and yanked the sheets off his face, and
wasted no time in staring him down.

He gasped for air, “Can’t breathe…”

She promptly scooted off his belly and instead took residence upon his legs. She pouted. “I
couldn’t wake Ginny,” she said, “She’s like dead weight when she’s asleep. I tried everything, but
she still wouldn’t wake up. You’re much easier to wake up; I don’t understand why your mother has
so much trouble with it…”

He attempted to kick her off him, but to no avail. “It’s not the waking me up part that’s the
trouble: it’s the getting me out of bed part that’s difficult.”

“Oh I see…” she responded, lifting herself off his legs and hopping off the bed. She took to
grinning mischievously at him.

He gaped at her in horror. “What are you gonna do to me?”

“Just wait and see Ronald.”

He gulped and in a split second his sheets were at the foot of the bed and Luna was reaching for
his ankles.

“No!” he yelled, sitting bolt upright and grabbing her wrists just as her hands had attached
themselves to his shins. “Luna, stop it!”

She was laughing.

“Hey!” he growled as he hopelessly struggled with her hands, “It’s not funny!”

He finally managed to detach her fingers from his ankles and shoved her toward the centre of the
room. She stared at him, grinning, and said, “Okay Ronald Weasley, you won that round, but let’s
see if you can beat *this*!”

She pounced at him, her nails soon coming into contact with his stomach as she tried tickling
him.

“What are you *doing*?”

“I’m *trying* to tickle you,” she said, showing signs of frustration.

“Well you’re not going to get very far since my stomach *isn’t* ticklish.”

“Well then *where* is your ticklish spot?”

“I’m not telling *you*!” he said indignantly.

She pouted again. “Fine then: I’ll just find it for myself!”

She tried tickling spot after spot until she reached his sides.

He bit his lower lip to keep from laughing.

“Aha!” she said triumphantly as one hand shot to each side of his torso.

A giggle finally escaped his mouth as his hands helplessly swatted at any part of her arms they
oculd hit. “Stop it! Luna! Stop!” he said between attempts at quelling his oncoming laughter.

“Hmm…” Luna said teasingly between her own giggles, “Apparently this isn’t working well
enough.”

She stopped tickling him for a moment only to stick her hands up his shirt and resume attacking
his sides, this time making contact his bare skin.

“Ah! Luna, stop!” he managed before his voice burst into fits of laughter.

After a minute or so, she finally stopped to give him a break. He panted heavily and slowly.
“Bloody hell… *That* was *really* not nice, you know that?”

“I know,” she said, staring happily at him.

“Well,” he said as soon as his breathing had returned to normal, “Now it’s time for some
revenge!” Before she could stop him, he grabbed her waist and flipped her over so that now it was
Luna who was lying flat on the bed with Ron hovering above her. His fingers dove at her stomach.
She let out a brief, high-pitched squeal as he relentlessly tickled her belly. After a few choruses
of Luna saying, “No! Ronald, stop it!” he finally relented and, still hovering over her, pushed
himself onto the empty space beside her.

He laid down on his back and turned his head to face hers. She too turned her head. As they made
eye contact, both burst into laughter.

Ron finally sighed and said, “Wow. That was the most fun I’ve ever had form a tickle fight since
I was about six.”

Luna giggled, “Ten for me.”

“I guess girls are more into that stuff, huh?”

“Probably.”

He sighed, turning his head to read the muggle alarm clock next to his bed.

“Bloody hell,” he groaned, “It’s only quarter ‘til eight. I’m *never* awake this
early.”

“Well you’re awake now, so there’s no reason to say you’re *never* awake this early,” she
responded in her usual airy manner.

He just looked at her.

“What?” she asked, “You’re looking at me funny.”

“You’re just… a mystery.”

“I suppose I would be, seeing as you’ve known me for two years now and are just now paying me
any attention.” It was one of those unnerving truths that she always *had* to say aloud.

“Err…” was all he could manage.

“I don’t mind,” she continued dreamily, “you’re still only the third person to ever express any
interest in getting to know me; Ginny was the first and Harry the second.”

“…Right…” he responded.

“Well,” she continued, “I suppose I’ll tell you the basics. Things you already know: name— Luna
Lovegood, hair colour— blonde, eyes— silvery blue, height— short, age— sixteen; some other things:
favourite colour— blue, favourite animal— Crumple-Horned Snorkack, house— Ravenclaw, favourite
class— Care of Magical Creatures. Well… now I suppose I’ll allow you to ask questions.”

“That simple is it?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” he said. “What’s your family like?”

She answered the question impassively, “It’s just Daddy and I; my mother died when I was nine.
She was a very powerful witch, but she liked to experiment with spells, and one day one of them
backfired on her. It was quite horrible.”

His jaw dropped. “So… you actually *saw* her die?”
“Yes.”

“Damn… that’s terrible.”

“It’s not like I’ll never see her again or anything like that,” she said calmly, “Someday I’ll
find her again.”

He looked at her awkwardly again.

“Would you stop giving me funny looks,” she said, slightly annoyed, “and ask more
questions.”

“Right,” he said, hastily changing the subject, “Who was your first friend? Ever, I mean.”

“Well,” she said, putting her index finger to her lip as she pondered the question, “I suppose
the first friend I ever had was when I was five; there was this boy that lived next door, but once
we got older he started teasing me, then his family moved away not long after Mum died. But,” she
continued, “my first *real* friend was Ginny. What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Who was your first friend?”

“Oh, I guess Harry was. Our only neighbours are muggles who live several miles away, so I only
had my siblings to play with when I was little.”

“What about after Harry?” she asked.

He pondered this, “Well, then it was Dean and Seamus, then Neville I guess, then Hermione.”

“Really?” she said, “I figured Hermione was second or something.”

“Nope. Actually,” he confessed, “she didn’t become friends with Harry and I until Halloween of
first year—we saved her from getting killed by a troll, and she just kinda tagged along with us
everywhere since. At first I actually thought all she was was a stuffy, know-it-all bookworm. Well,
she is, but there’s really more to her than just that. Actually, we all made fun of her before
Harry decided to run off and save her.”

“Kind of like you were with me before I commentated at that Quidditch match last year.”

His stomach wrenched—she telling those uncomfortable truths again. “Err…I suppose…yes.”

“Why?” she asked; her voice was suddenly void of all emotion, but somehow he sensed hurt hidden
beneath it.

“I dunno…” he replied, trailing off.

“Yes you do,” she persisted, although still impassively, “You wouldn’t have called me ‘Loony’ if
there was no reason behind it. Nothing happens without a reason.”

He bolted up, beginning to get angry, “Hey! It was only that once, and it was after that Death
Eater hit me with that funny hex; it wasn’t my fault!”

She sat up and shook her head, annoyance getting the best of her, “I know about that, I was
there you know. What I’m talking about is the *other* time.”

“When?” he asked huffily.

“After Harry asked me to Slughorn’s party. Ginny told me that you called me ‘Loony’ and that you
didn’t like that Harry was taking me.”

He was at a loss for words. She was right and he couldn’t deny it. Instead of looking her in the
eye, he focused guiltily on the floor.

She quickly allowed any anger she’d felt wash away: This was the first time they had ever
argued, and it was obvious that neither of them had any taste for it.

“I just want to know why, that’s all; and why you changed your mind about me,” she said
finally.

Reluctantly, he looked up at her. He sighed. “It’s because…everybody thought you were insane,
and *I* thought you were insane, and…” he said, heating up again, “I’m insecure, if you
haven’t noticed! I don’t want to be made fun of more than I already am!”

“I know,” she said, “So what made you change your mind?”

“I suppose it was that commentary at the match against Hufflepuff. It was hilarious. That whole
‘Losers Lurgy’ thing was brilliant. I never like that Zacharias Smith anyways… And that idiot
McLaggen got what was coming to him.”

“So all it took was for me to make you laugh?” she asked curiously.

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so,” he said as he reached under his bed, pulling out a bag of
candy.

She smiled at him. “Well that’s easier than I thought. If I’d known that, I would’ve done
something sooner.”

He popped a chocolate frog into his mouth and asked, “So, you actually *wanted* to be my
friend?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

He swallowed the chocolate. “I guess… I just didn’t think people like me enough to try to become
friends with me. I’m nothing like Harry or Hermione, I can why people would want to be friends with
either of them, but me? What do I have that they don’t?”

“You’re right about one thing: you aren’t like Harry or Hermione. If anything, you’re better
than them, you just have to figure out how for yourself. Then you’ll see what you have.”

Her words puzzled him. But even if he’d wanted to ponder what she meant, he didn’t have time to.
His bedroom door flew open and in came Ginny, looking both worried and flustered.

“Ron, have you seen—” but she cut herself off when she saw her best friend sitting next to her
brother, eating a chocolate frog.

“Oh,” she managed, “I was looking for you, Luna. I asked mum if you’d come down yet, and she
said she didn’t think so. Why in Merlin’s name did you wake Ron? I told you it would be alright if
you woke me up early.”

“You wouldn’t wake up,” Luna said dreamily, “And I didn’t have any trouble waking up
Ronald.”

“*What* are you talking about?” the red-haired girl asked, exasperated, “It’s
*impossible* to get *him* up!”

“It’s really quite simple,” the blonde began, but before she could reveal the secret, Ron’s
hands had clamped themselves over her mouth.

“Shh!!” he hissed hastily into Luna’s ear, “Don’t tell her *anything*!”

Ginny laughed. “Get over it Ron, she’s my best friend, so she’s going to tell me later anyways.
You’d might as well get it over with now. Right Luna?”

Luna, who looked extremely bored by the situation, shook her head slightly.

Ginny’s jaw dropped while Ron grinned triumphantly. Then Luna pulled Ron’s hands off her mouth
and said to her best friend, “If Ronald doesn’t want me to say anything, then I won’t.”

Ginny’s temper flared. She said, “Fine! You and your little boyfriend can keep your stupid
secrets!” before she bolted from the room.

Looking only slightly startled, Luna said, “She’ll be fine in a little while.”

Soon she hopped off the bed and followed her best friend’s trail out the door.

Still not intending to leave his room quite yet, Ron plopped down onto his bed and covered
himself with the sheets once more.

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When Ron finally dragged himself downstairs an hour later, he noticed that Ginny and Luna were
sitting next to each other happily; clearly the earlier argument had dissolved by now.

“Hey Ron,” Ginny said, not turning her attention away from the quiz she was working on with Luna
in *The Quibbler*.

He plopped into a chair across from the two girls. “Hey Ginny, Luna,” he said, still half
asleep: waking up early really wasn’t a good thing for him; he needed at least another two hours of
sleep, but it just wouldn’t come.

“Ronald,” his mother said while sliding a plate of bacon and eggs to him, “the girls told me
that Luna woke you up early, and I’m very glad for it. I would *love* it if she would stay
over more than just one week. It’s wonderful when Ginny actually has some company, and Luna’s so
nice about helping out.” Mrs. Weasley beamed at the blonde girl: that is until Luna put on a pair
of Spectrespecs and turned *The Quibbler* upside-down.

Ron could tell that, although his mother was fond of Luna, she still thought that the girl was
very strange. Everyone thought, no *knew*, that Luna was weird. He supposed it was just a
matter of whether you were willing to accept her quirks or not.

As he began shovelling scrambled eggs into his mouth, there was a rapping sound at the kitchen
window. All four of the room’s inhabitants turned their attention to the source of the
interruption. Just outside the window were two nearly identical brown barn owls, each with a piece
of parchment tied to their legs. As Mrs. Weasley quickly made to open the window, Ginny said, both
nervously and sarcastically, “Oh great, our OWLs are here.”

Once the owls were inside, the two girls each found their respective one and unrolled their
scrolls of parchment. Ginny unrolled hers, shaking slightly, while Luna unrolled hers with either
boredom or confidence: which one, Ron couldn’t tell. He watched as Ginny’s eyes rolled over her
results twice, making sure that she read them correctly before a grin plastered onto her face.
“Yes!” she cheered, “I got just as many OWLs as Ron! Ha! Except I got two O’s!”

Luna, too, was smiling. “Daddy will be happy,” she said as Ginny snatched the results form her
best friend’s hands.

“Hey,” the red-haired girl said, “You only failed History of Magic and Muggle Studies. Awesome.
Why’d you take Muggle Studies anyways?”

“Daddy wanted me to,” Luna responded, “I didn’t like it much. And so much of the History of
Magic information was inaccurate. It’s no surprise I got a D: the Ministry always tries to cover up
the truth.”

“Hey,” Ron said, pointing at the rolls of parchment on the table, “Can I see what you two
got?”

“Of course,” Luna said passively as she handed her results to him.

Examining her results, Ron noticed how good a student Luna was. She had gotten on O in Defence
Against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, and Transfiguration; she’d gotten an E in
Astronomy, Herbology, Divination, and Potions; she got a P in Muggle Studies, and a D in History of
Magic.

“Wow,” he said, “You got really good grades.”

“I suppose,” Luna responded.

“Why do you do that?” he asked simply.

“Why do I do what?” she asked in return, not knowing his purpose.

“You know,” he said, “why do you always act like nothing is a big deal, like nothing is worth
anything?”

Luna stared at him, clearly not fancying his challenge on her nature. Ginny glared at her
brother. “Ron shut up. Luna doesn’t owe you an explanation of why she is the way she is. Nor,” she
said as she snatched her best friend’s test results from his hand, “does she have to tell you
anything about her grades, or anything else about herself.”

Ron fired up the same angry glare that his sister was using against him, causing a startling
resemblance between the two, “So *excuse me* for trying to be her friend.”

Ginny laughed, “You? *You* trying to be friends with Luna? Give me a break. Since when have
you *ever* become friends with someone you make fun of?”

He stared at his sister defiantly, knowing that he was going to win this argument. “I’m friends
with Hermione, aren’t I?”

Ginny opened her mouth to retort, but no words would come. Eventually she dug up a comeback of
sorts. “Well…” she said, formulating her words carefully, “Just don’t you *dare* do anything
to break her heart! *You got it*?”

“I won’t.”

“You’d better not! Especially after everything you put Hermione through last year.”

“Hey!” he said, “I didn’t do it on purpose! And it was all *your* fault anyway!”

“How was it *my* fault?” Ginny asked, raging. They were both so angry they didn’t even
notice their mother attempting to break them apart.

“Because you’re the one who bloody insulted me! Saying I had as much experience as a twelve year
old or whatever it was!”

“Oh please! I’m not the one who made you get all moody or date lavender Brown! Trust me, you
could’ve done a *lot* better than *her*!”

“Oh, well, who *would* you have me date then?” he said sarcastically.

“How should I know? That’s not my decision!” she retorted, red-faced.

“Come on, tell me! Who would you pick? If I ever left it up to you that is…not that I
*would*!”

“You really want to know?” she asked, hands on her hips.

“Yes,” he said, staring at her.

“No one,” she folded her arms across her chest, talking calmly and defiantly, “I’d choose for
you to be all alone for the *rest* of your *life*.”

Ron’s temper was over the edge; his sister had finally pushed him too far. He yelled, “Shut up!”
at her as he pulled his arm back, then thrust it toward her face. But just before his fist came in
contact with his sister’s face, something yanked him backward.

“Stop it!” Luna yelled in his ear, gripping his torso tightly in her arms. Despite his rage, he
allowed himself to relax slightly in her arms as she dragged him out of the kitchen and toward the
stairs. Once they reached the stairs, Luna swung him around, grabbed his arm in her hand, and dug
her nails into his skin. She glared at him and said, “What the hell were you thinking? Why did you
try to hit Ginny?”

“She asked for it!” Ron replied bitterly.

Luna’s free hand smacked his cheek, leaving him stunned. “She *never* asked for you to hit
her.”

He made a lame attempt to justify himself, “You heard what she said!”

“Yes I did, but that doesn’t give you the right to try and hit her.”

“But Luna…” he whined, trying to appear as pitiful as possible.

She released her grip on his arm and merely looked at him: no anger, no pity; she just looked at
him and said, “Ronald, I appreciate that you want to be my friend, but if you and Ginny are only
going to have row after row about it, then it’s not worth it.”

“What?!” he said, more than asked, “That’s not fair! Luna! I *want* to be your friend!”

“And I want to be yours, but if this is how things are going to be then it can’t work.”

“But Ginny and I *always* fight. We’re siblings, that’s how it works. It’s always been this
way, ever since we were little. Come on, she *dated* my best friend and I didn’t row with them
about it! I didn’t *like* it, but I didn’t fight them over it either.”

“That’s the difference Ronald: you and Ginny are *arguing* and *fighting* over me. You
never argued or fought over Harry.”

“We did too argue, occasionally.”

“But it never resulted in anything serious right?”

“Well no, but—”

“That’s all it takes. Blood is the most important thing there is. It binds people together: and
if anything comes between them then it’s not worth it.”

“But Luna!”

“No Ronald, I’m sorry,” she said, turning to leave.

Ron grabbed her arm. “Luna, please don’t do this. Please, I promise I won’t fight with Ginny
about it ever again,” he pleaded earnestly.

She sighed in hesitation, but succumbed to the weakness that was Ron Weasley. “Alright,” she
said reluctantly, “but nothing like this can *ever* happen again.”

“It won’t.”

“Good. Now…” she said as she grabbed the hand that had previously held onto her arm, “You are
going back into the kitchen and apologise to Ginny.”

His stubbornness flared up initially, but one glance at how serious Luna actually was, and he
mutely allowed her to pull him away from the stairs. As they walked to the kitchen Ron thought he
was going mad. Why was he letting his sister win? It made absolutely no sense. And why was he being
so submissive toward Luna? Ever since she’d arrived the day before he’d essentially allowed her to
walk all over him. And yet he wasn’t complaining. He was just so confused. He *never* back
down for his sister, never backed down for Hermione, and never even considered doing so—his male
ego saw to that. Yet as he entered the kitchen and saw his sister’s face, mixed with rage, shock,
and hurt, he realised that this wasn’t about the red-haired girl in front of him, nor about the
wise red-haired woman with a comforting arm around her daughter’s shoulders, nor about the
bushy-haired bookworm that had always tried, and miserably failed to dominate him, nor was it about
any other girl, or person, for that matter. It was solely about the strange blonde girl next to
him, who still held on firmly to his unsteady hand.

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>end chapter three

Now the end has come for the longest chapter so far. Happy thoughts. Well, if I’m lucky I should
be able to get chapter four typed up and posted by tomorrow, and maybe even chapter five. Although
chapter five is driving me a bit mad right now; you’ll all understand why when I actually get it
posted. It was a *very* frustrating chapter to write and even worse to edit, so I hope when it
finally comes that everybody enjoys it, especially since it’ll probably turn out to be one of my
favourites in the end.

Oh, I’m sure you’re wondering, but just so you know, I have almost a full outline for this story
in my notebook so that >shudders> should I have to take a break from working on this story
for a while, I’ll actually be able to pick up where I left off. It’s one of those helpful things
I’ve finally learned to do after nearly seven years of writing fanfiction. So yeah, I have a
definite plan for where this story is going to go, there will be times when you’ll probably want to
throw bricks at my bedroom window or curse me into oblivion, but just so you know, during such
moments in this story I will also have the desire to do such things to myself [although I will
certainly restrain myself from said behaviour so as to fix the thoughts of evil nature by adding in
lots of happy Ron/Luna fluffiness]. I always have to have fluffiness, heaven knows… It’s kind of
like my calling in life, I suppose if I had to have a superhero name I’d be the “Fluffinator” or
something equally cliché and utterly ridiculous. Wow, I’m rambling far too much: that’s what
happens when I stay up past midnight doing this stuff with no sounds but those of my snoring dog,
who just so happens to be an inch away from the back of my laptop’s screen at the moment. So yeah,
that’s what happens. Wow, I totally need to shut up now. Anyways… until chapter four!

>A/N Update: okay, that note just above is the original note that I posted on fanfic.net but
I found it funny so I left it here for all my lovely portkeyers :) as it contains some important
information amongst the ramblings, alrighty, well, I’m getting to work on typing the fourth chapter
up and think I’m almost done editing the 5th, and I’ve started writing the
6th, but we’ll see how all that works out later :)

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