Disclaimer: I own absolutely none of the characters in this story. All belong to J K Rowling.

A/N: Estella luna, I'd love to oblige you, but there's just nothing more after this chapter. Maybe I'll write another story soon. Welcome, Jezzi. Love the name and glad you like. Once again, thanks the Desert Fox, and all the rest of you who have reveiwed. I really enjoyed your reveiws. You really made this story worth writing. I hope this last chapter meets with your approval. And, Estella luna, I'm sorry that I don't have more to write.



by Lina Shay

Chapter Seven: The Final Act

"How long until we forgive Fred?" Harry asked, laying on his bed.

"I don't know," Ron shrugged. "It was a painful and awkward mess he put us in."

"Sure was," Harry muttered. "I don't think I could ever look Luna in the eye again. She'll probably talk to me less than usual now. She might even avoid me. I don't know how I'll handle that."

"I'm still wondering what to say to Hermione," Ron said.

"How about, 'I love you'?" came a voice near the door.

Harry and Ron instantly looked at the door. Hermione smiled slightly and walked in.

"I've decided that we should all be adult about what happened," Hermione explained. "It was a crazy spell and I wasn't acting like myself. Harry, I'm sorry I...pursued you so vigorously. And, Ron.." She sat on the end of his bed. "I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't know what I was saying. I love you and hope you'll forgive me."

Ron glanced down in thought, then looked back up at her.

"I love you too, 'Mione," he told her.

Hermione smiled. Ron sat up and kissed her.

"Why don't I leave you two," Harry said, more to himself since they weren't listening.

Harry got up from his bed and left the dormitory. He went down the stairs until he saw Fred and George.

"We're twins," Fred insisted. "You can't hate me forever."

"I can try," George muttered, his arms folded adamantly.

"I had no idea you were going to streak through the school," Fred assured him. "I just thought I would let you feel what it's like to fancy the undesirable."

"You want to know what it felt like?" George asked. "It felt...great. I didn't care that she was depressed or that she was dead. Because she wasn't that to me."

"Just like I didn't care that Pomfrey was old," Fred voiced.

George and Fred smiled at each other. Harry smiled too, then walked to the portrait. He climbed out into the hallway. It seemed like things were mostly all right. Sure, Moaning Myrtle was still on the roof crying, and Luna was still...

Harry's thoughts were interrupted when Luna came into view. She walked, staring off dreamily. She almost went right by him without noticing.

"Luna?" Harry asked.

She stopped and stared at him.

"Oh, hullo, Harry," Luna muttered.

"Nice day, isn't it?" Harry said, trying to act casual.

"Indeed," Luna agreed. "My house is coming home today, so it won't be so lonely in Ravenclaw common."

"I know what you mean," Harry smirked.

"Harry," Luna began, "I know Fred played a prank on us all, but I have been wondering something."

Harry just waited for her to continue.

"Was it just George, Hermione and I that were enchanted, or was it on you too?" Luna asked.

"It was just you, George and Hermione," Harry insisted.

"So," she said, glancing up at him, "you REALLY love me, then?"

Harry looked at the floor in shame, saying, "Yes."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Luna queried.

"Because," Harry shrugged, "you were always after Ron."

"Might I say something forward?" Luna asked nervously.

"If you want," Harry muttered.

"Now that I've had a taste of loving you, I think I like it," Luna told him, smiling.

Harry looked at her in surprise. Her blue eyes were sparkling in that longing way. Harry placed a hand on her cheek, leaned down and kissed her. Luna reached her hands up into his hair. It was a dream come true.

Fred sat on to his motorbike as George climbed into the side car.

"We'll miss you guys," Ron said, his arm around Hermione.

"Yeah," Hermione added. "You make things a lot more interesting around here."

"Good luck, kids," Fred said, putting on his goggles.

"You too, and Fred..." Harry began with Luna on his arm. "Thanks."

Fred smiled, saying, "Don't mention it."

The motorbike slowly began to float into the air.

"Hey, kids!" George called down to them. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"George," Hermione began, "We wouldn't do anything you have done."

The four on the ground laughed. George and Fred waved as their motorbike started off into the clouds. There was a prickly feeling on the back of his neck that compelled George to look back. When he did, he saw Moaning Myrtle sitting on the roof of the school, sobbing. She glanced up at him. George waved to her. Myrtle was taken aback a moment, then she waved too, and she smiled.

The End