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Harry had no idea why Ron and Hermione shared a knowing glance whenever Luna and Neville looked in the other's direction.
He asked Ginny, but she laughed and kissed his cheek before she went back to studying.
Harry didn't know.
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Ginny knew.
Ginny knew because she spent almost every night listening to the rants of all the parties involved.
She spent Mondays listening to Neville 'vent' about his crush on Luna, Tuesdays hoping her oblivious boyfriend would get it someday, Wednesdays listening to Hermione rant about how the two needed to get together while Ron nodded along, Thursdays plotting with Fred and George, and Fridays listening to Luna talk about Neville.
She knew.
And she was impatient for these dorks.