Luna Lovegood (radish_earrings) wrote in choco_frog,
Luna Lovegood
radish_earrings
choco_frog

Characters: Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Hannah
Setting: The Great Hall, during the Hallowe'en Ball
Rating: G
Summary: Hannah decides to break the news to Hermione that her little charade is over. Luna tries to help out.

Hannah took a deep breath and marched over to where Hermione stood. It was now or never, and if she managed to get Hermione to cooperate, then maybe Ron wouldn't get into too much trouble.

Oblivious to Hannah's internal resolution, Hermione stood watching the Bewitched Boys perform. Ron had gone to get them drinks, and she was still feeling a bit miffed about the recent debacle.

"Hermione?" Hannah called, tapping her on the shoulder. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Hermione turned. She wondered for a moment what Hannah would want with her, but smiled and nodded.

"I'm going to just cut to the chase! We both know Ron is in love with me, so you should stop deluding yourself and just set him free!" Hannah said, remembering the speech she had rehearsed in front of her mirror earlier that night.

It took a while for the words to sink in, and even then Hermione had difficulty trying to find an appropriate answer. "What?" she finally spluttered, gaping at Hannah. This was the icing on the cake. What a night.

"Don't pretend, Hermione! You'll only make things worse!"

Just then, Luna, who had been feeling rather bored, wandered her way over to the pair. "She's right, you know. Denying the truth and believing in stories never helped anyone."

"Ron... is in love... with Hannah?" Hermione felt like someone ought to be laughing very hysterically somewhere in the universe.

"He could be," said Luna steadily. "She could be making illegal potions to ensnare him under her worldly spell."

"Potions," Hermione murmured under her breath, completely lost for words.

"That's right! You're a whiz at potions, aren't you? You must be using the love potion Constantine French used in Spellbound to keep Ron at your side! That's just evil!" Hannah gasped.

Something clicked in Hermione's head. "Are you accusing me of drugging Ron?"

"There was an article in The Quibbler about that," Luna said thoughtfully. "There are several methods you could be use...you could be sneaking a potion into his pumpkin juice every morning! He would never taste the difference!"

Hannah snorted. They said Hermione Granger was smart. "Why else would Ron ask you to the ball when he's in love with me?"

"Oh, I seriously doubt that," said Luna. "He's got a few more brains than that."

Hermione closed her eyes for a moment, trying to keep her temper.

"Ron's in love with me!" Hannah protested to the weird Ravenclaw girl. "He told me so himself!"

"You can't expect me to believe that Ron would actually tell a girl his feelings," Hermione said evenly.

"Maybe you were the one drugging him," said Luna, oblivious to both girls glaring at her. "It's entirely possible. Or maybe it's both of you! Who knows who he really does love?!"

"Luna, no one is drugging Ron, all right? He's perfectly fine," Hermione hissed.

"He's been looking a little glassy-eyed lately," Luna said sceptically.

Ron chose that precise moment to reappear. "Here's your Butterbeer," said Ron, extending a goblet to Hermione. He glanced over at Luna and Hannah. "Hey, Luna, Hannah. How're you two?"

"Maybe he can solve this for us!" Luna said happily, "So, Ron, have you been feeling drugged lately?"

Hermione glared at Luna. "Nevermind that. Ron, Hannah here says that you told her you are in love with her."

"You did!" Hannah said. "Ron, you don't have to be scared of Hermione! You can tell us the truth now!"

Ron looked utterly confused. "...Huh?"

"Yes, tell us all about what drugs you're on," Luna said eagerly.

"Drugs?" said Ron. "What're you on about, Luna?"

"Luna, there aren't any illegal potions." Hermione gripped her wand tightly. She hadn't even realised that she had brought it, but there it was.

"Oh," said Luna with disappointment. "Well, then, tell us who your true love is."

"I—er—" Ron looked aghast. "I—huh?"

"I have proof!" Hannah fished the letter out of her purse. "See? Dear Hannah, I have often seen you in class and though 'what a beautiful woman'... You wrote this, Ron! Don't deny it anymore! Hermione can't hurt you!"

"Actually, yes she can," said Luna helpfully.

Hermione snatched the letter from Hermione and read over it. Her eyes widened as she went further down the page. Finally she wrenched her eyes from the paper and glared at Ron.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley. Explain," she said quietly, shaking the letter at him.

Ron picked up the letter and read it slowly, eyebrows furrowed. Finally he looked up. "Bloody hell!" Ron said, glaring at each of them in turn. "Whose idea was this, anyway?"

"Didn't you write that?" Hannah asked, deflating a bit.

"I have no idea," Luna said airily. "You could perform a spell to see whose handwriting it is, you know."

"There's no such spell, Luna." Hermione held a hand to her pounding forehead.

"It's not mine!" said Ron angrily. "Why would I write something like that, anyway?" He glanced at Hannah. "No offense."

"You're not in love with me?" Hannah's eyes were filling up with tears.

"Seems not," Luna said helpfully. "D'you need a handkerchief?"

Ron looked uncomfortable and fished around in his pockets for one. He retrieved a scarlet handkerchief and a Chocolate Frog wrapper from a pocket, and handed the former to Hannah. But as Hannah took the handkerchief, Hermione's wand arm spasmed, and suddenly the letter burst into flames.

"A fire!" Hannah shrieked, panicking.

"Hannah, you know, if you wave your arms around, it's only going to catch to your...hair," Luna said, a second too late.

Hermione Transfigured her goblet of Butterbeer into a bucket of water and rushed forward, emptying the contents over Hannah's head, putting out the flames.

Hannah stood dripping in the middle of the ball. She burst into tears and ran from the hall.

"Oh dear. I wonder who will comfort her now that her potions have worn off Ron and only Hermione's are left?" Luna wondered.

"There. Are. No. Potions!" Hermione threw her hands up and stormed out of the dining hall, shaking her head.

Ron cast a worried glance at Luna and followed Hermione out of the Hall.

Luna watched them leave, then shrugged and wandered back over to the drinks table for more Butterbeer. As she drank it, she looked around the Hall...no one was watching her anymore...if she just left now....with this thought, Luna downed her last sip then tiptoed quietly out into the hallway.
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