It's time for a George and Luna one-shot! Yay! I've entered Harry Potter fandom. Oh, and a quick question. I adore this couple, so clearly I look it up on this site. But half of its Fred and Luna! Do people find it cute that they pretend to get the twins mixed up, because I am not amused? Where's my adorable Luna and George fluff? I thought I had more than I did! I was fooled! A dirty trick of terribleness! Why? Fred and George are next to each other in the alphabet, but not on the list of characters! I know they didn't really mix them up! So what's the deal? I feel jipped! I look up George W. and Luna L. and get summaries that say 'FredLuna inside'. And then I think to myself 'Fred is not spelled G-E-O-R-G-E. So why did you select George for your second main character of the story? I WANT MY LORGE GENA FLUFF!' End of story. And yeah, I don't know what the name for George and Luna love is, so… yup.

Okay, I'm done complaining. I mean no offense, I'm just sad I couldn't read more amazingness with Luna and George being in love and all that good stuff.

Disclaimer- Don't own Harry Potter. You have no idea how many things I would change if I did.

I'm not quite sure when I fell for you. Actually, that's not right. I can remember the moment I fell for you down to the very second. I know it was the best thing that could've ever happened to me. I left a DA meeting early, as the sky at dinner time had been filled with dark gray clouds. Mom always said I had a sixth sense for when it was going to rain, and that sixth sense was going off right then. Rain was coming. During the meeting, the accuracy of my rain sense was proven as I heard the pounding of the droplets of water against the strong stone walls of the Hogwarts castle. Where no one else seemed to notice, either from the thick walls of the Room of Requirement, the shouts of 'Incendio' as we practiced controlling fire, or because wrackspurts had made their way into everyone's brains, I heard even the subtle sliding as the water slid off the roof. The thunder was magnified to my ears, and my bare feet itched. My instinct told me I had to get out to that rain, and so I slid away from the crowd. Who would notice me anyway? Many in the DA still disliked my membership, and thought I was loony. I couldn't care less, and floated away without making a sound. Let them think what they desired. I wasn't going to sacrifice my fun for their opinions.

As I was leaving I felt the presence of a trouble maker. I couldn't determine which twin it was just from the feeling I got, but I knew it was either Fred or you. You were coming to the meeting late because of a new prank you wanted to try out. That I knew, as well.

But why you chose to follow me as I made my way to the doors that would lead me to the open courtyard, well that was unclear to me. As a Ravenclaw, I decided to take my time observing before I hypothesized the reasoning behind your behavior.

You really aren't as sneaky as you would like to think you are, George. No wonder Mrs. Norris can find you. Though perhaps in your… youth (not to say your old), you were better. It must be the widnelroos. They're known to mess with a person's balance. They feed off clumsiness and foolishness and embarrassment. Causing accidents is a widnelroo's specialty, and I'm sorry you had to suffer the consequences as you attempted to outsmart a cat you used to fool so easily.

I had entered the courtyard, the rain's harsh pounding creating this uneven and amazingly catch rhythm. I inhaled as I strode forward, toes curling happily as they met the growing puddles. And with that last bit of physical contact, I allowed myself to be captured by the rain. Arms in the air, head thrown back, feet sliding purposefully along the cobblestones. I began a dance that was always changing. It was the same dance essentially, the dance of the storm and the downpour, but it always was growing and becoming more elaborate. Lightning raced across the sky, striking the ground not so far away from the castle, creating a loud and deafening thunder that covered the land. I felt everything around me, yet nothing at all. I was not cold, nor was I uncomfortable in my soaked clothes. But my skin still sensed each individual rain drop. My ears heard each one fall, each crack of lightning as the thunder accompanied it, each footstep that sent up a wave of water. I felt at peace, yet fully alive in a wild and untamed world.

And I felt your eyes on me. As the loudest thunder and brightest lightning took over the world around me I froze, arms straight above my head which was tucked close to my chest, feet spread a shoulder-width apart.

The rain continued, and softer thunder caressed the emerald grass and cool stone pathways, and I knew there was still time for one more dance before going back to the DA to continue my lesson. I didn't care how clumsy the widnelroos would make you, I wanted a dance partner. So, I looked to the archway where I knew you were standing. Your eyes were wide with surprise, mouth slightly open in awe, though you're the first to find such a display impressive, as not even my daddy has seen me perform. You supported yourself against the column of the archway, seemingly blown away, and I felt a fluttering sensation in my stomach, shivers crawling up my spine and a smile impossible to stop forming on my lips. I offered a small wave with my left hand, and you blushed, sliding down the column in shock at the fact that I had realized your presence, before attempting to catch yourself and sliding a couple more times before finally succeeding in pushing away and standing up straight. You gave a bashful wave in return, though you looked a bit worried at what I would do.

I knew who you were.

"George Weasley," I called out to you.

Your gaze had slowly been falling towards the ground at that point, but the fact that I had correctly called your name got your attention. Your head snapped up, and you rubbed your neck awkwardly at the pain from the sudden movement. Well, so it appeared that the smooth, flirtatious and witty George Weasley had lost his cool. The widnelroos must've been enjoying a feast at that very moment. Still, you couldn't keep the shock from your eyes. How had I known? The question was in your eyes, and the curiosity along with it. I had seen you on more than one occasion awkwardly refuse Angelina, as she had mistaken you for Fred. If Fred's own girlfriend couldn't get you guys right, how could I? It's not that hard. People just aren't looking in the right places for the differences. They're looking incorrectly, just as they do when they attempt to interpret my talk of nargles and wrackspurts.

Your blushing face that defeated even your fiery red hair made my heart beat a little faster, and I caught on to what was happening before you did. You're pretty observant yourself, like I am, but not when it comes to deep feelings. No, I think that'll take you a while. "It's not as lonely as you think," I informed you. I knew why you seemed so hesitant to come out and say hello. I stood alone and by myself, and you had never done that. You were always with your brother, or with your friends, or with your large family. But at my words you seemed curious, becoming your normal self. "Dance with me?" I held out a small, pale hand, a hopeful smile on my face.

You didn't hesitate anymore. Those three words of mine seemed to lure you out into the rain, seeping into your clothes. But you were not bothered. You took my hand, and we began a dance.

When your hand made contact with mine is when I knew I had fallen for you. And it was then that I had decided I'd observed enough, and was confident that you had fallen for me too. Had Alicia or Katie or Angelina been dancing in the rain, you would've playfully refused. But you didn't refuse me. You weren't afraid of being alone anymore, because you knew that out in the rain, even if it was with me, a seemingly total stranger, there was a chance you wouldn't be. Because you trusted me. I don't know if it was because you had already fallen like me, and it was merely instinct, or if there was another reason. But I plan to find out.

Dancing with you, twirling and watching as you found your footing and became less clumsy, was the best part about school, all seven years. What my last three years of school would be like was unsure, but that moment… it was impossible to beat. Trust me on that. When the final lightning struck the ground and the thunder roared for the last time, you held me close in an abrupt motion of pulling me towards your chest, and I looked up to see your blushing face. A couple minutes passed by, and you finally pulled away, realizing what you had done. I laughed at your expression, knowing you didn't truly know yet, and you laughed nervously in return. "We should head back, Loony_ Luna," you decided. I was happy you had thought that perhaps it would hurt my feelings to be called Loony, and so had called me Luna directly after, but your tone was different. You didn't have to bother, because you didn't call me Loony as if it was a bad thing. And that's the only thing that made the nickname the least bit bothersome in the first place. People said 'Loony' as if it was a word of damnation.

But not you. Your blush faded, and you became your confident self once more as you waved goodbye and smiled, walking away. You underwent a transformation, becoming the bright and witty twin you've always been. But I knew you were scared inside just as much as you were happy, scared of being left alone or being truly scorned and hated. You weren't one or the other, and so you really didn't know what to do with yourself. How long would it last?

That day had been meant for dancing in the rain. And yet, I couldn't have been happier when the ground vanished from beneath my bare feet, and instead of just dancing, I was falling.

It didn't stop there, you know. I fell deeper and gained velocity with each day I ever chanced upon you. Whether it be you tormenting Umbridge or selling some of your new and amusing products, I found more reasons to fall harder for you. Secretly, you found more reasons to love me too. Not because I'm so confident in my own personality, but because my eyes saw things that couldn't just be coincidence. You did things that couldn't just have been because you were bored. But the thing is George, you still had no idea why any of it was. They didn't seem like big things to everyone else, but to you and to me, they were. Reaching for a book on a shelf at the library I just couldn't get at my shorter height, picking up leftover corks from bottles of pumpkin juice after a feast so I could ward off the nargles, burning the evidence of any canary cream wrappers so Filch wouldn't suspect you... So many people thought nothing of it. But they were little rituals that made it harder to resist, as if I could ever do that in the first place.

When I found out you and Fred were going to get yourselves expelled with a bang, I wasn't disgusted or angry or surprised. On the contrary, I was proud that you had discovered what you should've done from the very beginning. As if the academic world was ever truly a place for the Weasley twins. You were ecstatic, but you still seemed a little scared just like that first time in the rain. "Luna, can we hang out this Saturday at Hogsmeade?"

For a moment, my heart had skipped a couple beats, and I looked up at you curiously. "Why?" I had inquired.

You seemed a bit unsure as to why you asked, too. But you eventually came up with an explanation. "Well, we won't be seeing each other for a while, right? Since its still a while until school gets out... for you, anyway," you had pointed out with a smile.

I smiled, but it was a little sad. You still had no idea. "Sorry. I told Daddy I found some interesting things out about widnelroos and he wanted a draft for an article to put in the Quibbler," I said. It wasn't a lie, like an excuse to get away from you. I didn't want to refuse you or ever give you false information. I had been meaning to write to Daddy and send him the draft of my article (which wasn't written yet, actually), and Saturday was normally my free day, because normally people didn't want to hang out with me. I'd been planning on writing it Saturday, and with the way things were, I told you no. You didn't know why you felt the desire to be next to me, and if you didn't know then I couldn't go with you yet.

Your eyes spoke a silent question. Your facial expressions are the most expressive part about you when you're being serious, after all.

"When you know, tell me," I then answered. "I'll be at the opening of your shop, George Weasley." With that, I left, wondering if you would ever know.

So, I'm making it a two-shot. Did you enjoy the first half? Review and tell me please! Flames will be put out by my lovely friend, the rain. Try not to be too harsh with any constructive criticism you may have.

Ezzy