I got a bad case of lovin' you

“Luna!”

Hearing her name hissed out, the blonde looked up from her seat in the hallway to see Harry peeking out from behind the cracked open door of the examination room, motioning her over.

“I’ve been had.” Harry said after gingerly closing the door after Luna, her quiet urgency at odds with Luna’s sereneness. “The healer did some kind of health testing spell and it clued her in that something up. We need to get out of here before she figures out what.”

Luna hummed thoughtfully as she watched Harry throw her cloak on. “I’m not sure about that, Harry. That healer had bogwantons, not dimbly-piffs.”

“Luna, I’m sorry. You’re great, but I don’t know what that means.” Harry said, trying not to be short with her companion as she returned to the door to make sure the hallway was still clear.

“It means that the healer isn’t suspicious about you,” Luna turned Harry around so they were face to face. Before the ravenette could interrupt, the blond leaned forward.

Soft. Like Mary’s, but not. Mary had been… exhilarating. Like getting away scott-free with something you never in a hundred years thought you would have and being hit with that hands shakingly delirious high of energy afterwards.

Luna was like walking with someone you cared about around the Hogwarts Lake. Like breathing in the clear blue sky, feeling the gentle sun, and witnessing all the colors of spring. All with their hand in yours. Of all the things two people could do, it was barely anything.

But right there and then, it was everything.

“But worried about you.”

Harry opened her eyes, not having realized she had closed them. Luna was guiding her back to the chair-bed thing. Sitting down, Harry stared at Luna owlishly as her brain tried to remember how to exist.

“Here.” Luna took out a small tin and removed two white pills, one of which she popped into her own mouth before slipping the other into Harry’s. An easy task given she was sitting there slack jawed.

Luna put a finger under Harry’s chin and eased her lips shut, just to drift in and press their lips together again.

It was a simple kiss. Just Luna’s lips against hers. But something about it had Harry closing her eyes and willing herself to remember exactly how it felt. Luna’s breath tickling her skin. Their foreheads touching as they both leaned in. Soft, dainty fingers brushing along her jaw as they traveled back into an embrace that promised more.

A rippling shiver descended her middle until it hit something that clenched in a wondrously awful way.

Harry’s lips were **** open a sliver as a quiet, breathless moan made its escape, ending the kiss. Luna pulled back, her usual serene air gone. Instead, her cheeks were rapidly reddening and she was looking away as if embarrassed. Horrified Harry would have been if it wasn’t for the small but unmistakable smile Luna wore - the type of smile one had when they were trying very hard to keep it contained but failing - that instead left her feeling blissfully lost.

Without saying another word, Luna slipped out of the room.

Harry’s mind finally got going again a few moments after the door clicked closed. She couldn’t believe Luna liked her. Him. Whatever, it didn’t matter. What mattered was what Luna… Luna…

Seemingly of its own accord, Harry’s mind dropped that line of thought and instead replayed the kisses in such vivid detail, it nearly felt like they were happening all over again. So clearly that she could feel the blondes’ lips on hers. She reached a hand up to check only to find her own lips stuck in that same little, ‘won’t-be-denied’ smile.

She licked her lips reflexively and nearly lost the pill Luna had given her, which had been forgotten about. Sucking it back in, the ravenette found it to be a mint.

It took just a moment for shame the like Harry rarely felt spread through her entire being as her ears burned from embarrassment. Here she had been, feeling on top of the world kissing Luna, only for Luna in turn having suffered Harry’s stinking breath.

Harry had half a mind to run out of the room right now and give some sort of apology, no matter how painfully inadequate it would be. The other half wished she still had his wand, so she could magically lock the door and stay trapped in here alone forever.

Only, yet again, for Harry’s mind to dismiss those thoughts and emotions to go back to the kiss. It was almost as if her brain couldn’t be bothered to focus on anything else, like it was too boring or unimportant in comparison. Whatever the reason, it left her smiling and happy as could be once more.

What in the world had she been thinking, worrying like that? Luna had kissed her. Twice! Luna wouldn’t have done that if Harry had stunk. She would have said something because she was just honest like that.

Harry allowed herself to fully relax, comfortably back on cloud nine and basking in the recollection like it was a newfound favorite song put on repeat.

That was how Narcissa found her however many minutes later, with a content smile, daintily red cheeks, and airily without a care in the world.

It was a contrast to older woman’s expression, who looked like someone who was putting on an act to cover up the bad news they’d been given. She gained a curious look in her eye for a moment, like she wanted to ask what had gotten her niece into such a good mood or why she was wearing her rain cloak. But Narcissa remained silent, instead moving to stand next to Harry and lay a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Having expected a potentially violent reaction to Mrs. Malfoy discovering she was actually Harry Potter in disguise, the ravenette wondered what this was about. Until she wasn’t, and went back to her private viewing of “Luna’s Anatomy.”

“Seirios,” Healer Murphey moved a chair so she was sitting in front of Harry and looking up at her with a friendly, inviting expression. “Do you happen to be familiar with the spell I used earlier to check your health? No? That’s alright. In short, it does more then show me any problems someone is having. It shows past ones as well. Injuries and the like that someone gained but have already recovered from, you understand?”

Harry nodded, looking at the Healer but not able to will herself to pay full attention.

“Good, good. Now, I brought that up because there’s a few questions I’d like to ask you about some injuries you've experienced. If it’s alright with you, we can start with the oldest…”

Question after question followed, each one stoking a feeling that she couldn’t quite grasp before it faded away under a blanket of dreamy happiness. So, having no reasons not to answer, she did. Statements and explanations flowed – many including things he hadn’t even told Ron or Hermione - all with the casualness one might expect from a chat about the weather.

A casualness Narcissa didn’t share. When the piebald woman had coldly interrupted to asked who had cared for her growing up, she’d automatically started to answer with ‘The Dursley’s,’ only for a spike of panic fueled common sense break through and switch them to being, ‘The Worsley’s.’ People who had merely been her foster family instead of aunt, uncle, and cousin.

While the rational nugget of her mind that was still floating around fully understood how bad it would be for Narcissa to learn about the Dursley’s - both in the manner that it would blow his cover and potentially put Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley on the radar of the **** Eaters – it wasn’t sure why her “Aunt” was getting worked up about them at all.

Healer Murphey gave Mrs. Malfoy a look that must have said something about being quiet, as the white robed woman was the only one who kept asking questions after that.

When it came to the hits he’d taken at Hogwarts, that little nugget pushed Harry to cover these up too, instead claiming they’d also happened at the Worsley’s. A task made easier by Murphey not asking about the basilisk bite or the vanished and regrown bones.

When the interrogation about any bumps and bruises she’d picked up over the years was finally polished off, Harry was - even in her relaxed state - more then ready to be done with this hospital business entirely. All she wanted was to go be with Luna. Or failing that, just lay down and lazily play with the mint with her tongue.

Only they weren’t done.

Now the kindly Healer wanted to know about Harry’s life seemingly in general. What she’d eat on any given day. What kind of activities did she do. More and more she asked, almost as if she was asking questions just to see if there was anything Harry wouldn’t answer.

The amazing little mint, which she had recognized as the cause of her elation episode, was shrinking. Harry fought off the temptation to crunch what was left between her teeth as she indifferently described Harry Hunting, but under the new name of Siri Seeking.

“Should try and make this one last. At this rate we’ll be here all day.”

How Marge’s dogs would chase Harry up the tree in the backyard most times she came over, and how she’d be stuck up there till Marge left.

“Though if I chew it, will that make the effect shorter but stronger?”

The cheese sandwich and glass of water that was her usual reward for working on the yard and garden all day.

“Maybe Luna can give me another before this one runs out. Would be nice to keep this going.”

What her ‘menses’ was like, whatever that was. Harry shrugged and gave a noncommittal answer, which finally seemed to shut the healer up. The woman had another parchment she was writing on that had gone over the edge of her clipboard like the previous. Narcissa was still beside her, but tightly holding on to both her shoulders now, as if worried some magical gust of wind would spirit her niece away.

Harry rolled her eyes, annoyed at the older woman’s dramatics. Draco must have been babied to sheer Dudley levels growing up. “Sooo, are we done? If we are, can I step out with Luna?”

“I…” Narcissa seemed to need a moment to need a moment to decide if it was socially acceptable or something for Harry to leave. “I suppose you may if Healer Murphy is done.”

The other woman nodded, still scratching away with a quill. The revenette slipped off the chair out the door, closing it before speaking.

“Sorry about that. I had no idea I’d be stuck in there this long. Do you happen to have anymore of those mints?”

“Yes. I always keep a lot on me.” Luna said, back to her normal serene self as she put down a copy of The Daily Prophet on a side table. “It’s not a good idea to take them one after the other though. Makes you get unreasonably obsessive. Dad and I are still trying to iron that part out.”

“You and your dad made these?”

“We do.” Luna beamed proudly. “We got the idea from love potions and how they make you feel really good about someone and can’t stop thinking about them. These do the same thing to a lesser extent, just for the last experience you had. I like to take them whenever I have a wonderful thought or make a wonderful discovery or do something wonderful. That’s why I’ve taken to calling them Wonder Mints.”

“That… might explain a few things.” Harry smiled and nodded, not wanting to voice that thought to Luna. Instead, she glanced around. “Say, what do you think are the chances that Tonks and Moody are still in the lobby?”

The Aurors weren’t in the lobby, not that this surprised Harry. They seemed to have been getting ready to leave when she’d shown up, so no wonder they would have moved on instead of waiting around for a girl they didn’t know.

In lieu of that, they took up a spot by a crackling fire that Luna assured her was not for travel, but instead for warmth and enjoyment given how it had several chairs and a small table arranged around it. Taking advantage of the lobby being empty except for the receptionist on the other side of the room – which they kept their backs to her while warming their hands from the fire – Harry gave Luna the full (if slightly edited) story at her request.

“And that's when I ran into you.” Harry finished. The wonder mint was gone by now, leaving her foggy minded and a little tired – as if she’d just finished a long and grueling study session – but otherwise normal again.

“Have they always been that full?” Harry realized where she was looking and **** her eyes away.

Well. Mostly normal.

The blonde hummed thoughtfully. “I really did think you were trying to go under cover and infiltrate You-Know-Who’s side. For only being accidently at it for a day, you’re doing an excellent job so far.”

“Thanks.” Harry huffed out a laugh. “A real wizarding James Bond, aren’t I?”

Luna laughed at that, which made Harry smile but also raise an eyebrow at how the blond had gotten that reference.

“Well, I suppose we should get going then.” Harry said, pulling her hands back under her cloak and eyeing one of the travel fireplaces.

“Really? Mrs. Malfoy is still with your Healer.”

“She’s not ‘my’ healer. And that’s the point.” Harry huffed. “I’ve been looking for a chance to escape her all day. I need to get back to The Order so they can figure out how to turn me back to normal.”

Luna cocked her head. “Why would you want to do that?"

“What do you mean?”

“Even though you didn’t mean to, you really are infiltrating You-Know-Who’s side. I still believe you when you said Mr. Malfoy came to the graveyard when called by Him. Mr. Malfoy, with that handful of other people, were the first persons You-Know-Who wanted back at his side after he returned. And now you have an in with Mr. Malfoy’s wife.”

“Well, sure. I suppose.” Harry said, idly adjusting her robes under the cloak as she thought it over. The idea admittedly was an appealing one. Voldemort had spent the last year laying low, letting everyone keep on thinking he was still dead while silently preparing. But after the fight at the Ministry, even Minister Fudge had been **** to admit the truth that he was back.

So there was the question. What would Voldemort be doing now that his cover was blown?

Harry glanced over her shoulder towards the door that led deeper in the hospital, trying to decide what to do.