George felt a chuckle building in his throat. “Luna? Loony Luna?” Giggles broke through the words as he looked incredulously at his twin brother. “I mean she’s a right laugh, brilliant too, but she’s Little Loony. I can’t do that.”
They’d spent the past hour holed up in the Gryffindor common room, discussing potential Yule Ball dates while pouring over the plans of some new scheme. So far, no one Fred had suggested seemed to be the right fit for George. Some he saw too much like sisters, some were too clingy, some too boring. He found something wrong with all of them.
The suggestion of the small Ravenclaw in their sister’s year caught him by surprise. He face had grown hot, the tips of his ears turning a bright pink. His stomach fluttered lightly at just the mention of her name. He’d never thought of her that way, but he found himself having to shake his head to clear his thoughts now.
He’d always been friendly with the odd blonde, letting her tell him all about fantastic creatures he’d never heard of. She fascinated him endlessly, her imagination wilder than even his. Where others may laugh and write her off, George could hold a conversation, ask millions of questions, and hardly think anything of it.
She was strange, “loony”, but he liked it. George shook his head again, looking up at Fred. “Where’d you even pull that from?” He laughed nervously, knowing his twin would see right through him, had seen right through him before he even knew what he was feeling.
“Oh, come off it! I see the way you look at her. Mate, this is your chance.” Fred slapped a hand on the table for emphasize, sending a stack of papers to the floor with the force of it. There was a twinkle of excitement in his eye as he spoke. “Just go for her.”
George blushed fiercely, rubbing the back of his neck out of habit. “Fine, I’ll give it a go.” His stomach twisted again, but he knew in the end that he wouldn’t regret it. “Yeah, I can do this.”
He waited until lunchtime the next day to seek her out, trying to stealthily get to the Ravenclaw table without drawing too much attention to himself. As much as he loved a spectacle, he wasn’t keen on this one being at his expense. George slid onto the bench next to Luna, took a deep breath, and turned to face her.
She looked at him with the wide-eyed curiosity that seemed permanently attached to her countenance. “Hello, George.” Her voice was high and sweet, soft and dreamy. He cleared his throat, wishing he’d let Fred come along to help him. “George?” The sound of his name brought his focus back to the task at hand.
“Luna, how do you feel about the Yule Ball?” He asked carefully, summoning up all the confidence that he could.
“I think it’s a delightful way to spend one’s evening.” She responded after a moment of thought, her gaze still on him. Her hair fell casually over her shoulder as she tilted her head to the side.
“Erm, how would you feel about going with me?” His voice shook slightly on the last word, but he could already feel his confidence rebuilding when he saw the smile that had spread across her face.
“That’d be lovely, George.” Her entire face was lit up in the way it was when they were tucked away in the library, talking of amazing creatures and plants. It made his heart flutter.
George licked his lips before cracking into a large grin. He leaned in, and in a burst of sudden cockiness, planted a soft kiss on her cheek. “I’ll see you then, Luna.”
With that, he stood up and returned to the Gryffindor table earning a high-five from his twin and a clap on the back from Lee. He had actually done it and maybe, just maybe, it’d actually work out. He couldn’t wipe the grin from his face if he tried.