This is just a random thought that popped into my head today. And, though I don't totally love the Hermione/George couple, they were the only ones who could actually make this story make sense… so… here ya go! Review please!
Oh yeah… surprise, surprise! My name isn't J. K. Rowling.
Luna sat, smiling to herself, on her bed. That smile, though, was nothing compared to the smile that Hermione received when she walked into the room. When Hermione walked in, Luna's smile was ten times bigger and ten hundred times more genuine.
"'Mione!" she yelled happily in a very un-Luna like manor.
"…Luna?" Hermione responded. "Why'd you call me 'Mione? You never do that!"
Luna shrugged.
"Well… I… I think I'm in love! I s'pose that his vocabulary has rubbed off on me… capiche? You don't mind, do you?"
"Um… no. That's great, Luna. Who is it?" Hermione asked who, although confused as to the sudden vocabulary change, was also curious.
"His name is… wait. Actually, you have to tell me who you like, first."
"Ok… well… first, you have to give me hints as to who you love. Capiche?" Hermione said, copying Luna's new language.
"Fine. He's tall, blue-eyed, funny, and…" Luna paused, her eyes boring into Hermione's. "Red-headed."
Hermione laughed. "Ron?"
"No."
Her laughing stopped abruptly. Not Ron?
"One more hint?" she begged.
"Fine. Then you'll tell me who you like, ok?"
After waiting for Hermione's nod, Luna continued.
"My last hint is that… he's a twin."
Hermione raised her eye brows.
"Oh really? I wonder who that could be," she wondered sarcastically as she silently formed a plan in her mind.
Luna nodded before looking at her expectantly. Oh, right. Who she liked.
"Well…" Hermione paused, wondering if she should really say who she was about to say. She was enjoying watching Luna's face get uncharacteristically bright red, as if she was ready to explode. Hermione made up her mind.
"You're going to kill me, but… Blaise Zabini?"
Luna just stared, with her mouth dropped open.
"You? Like Blaise?" she yelled. "But… but… but…"
She couldn't even form a complete sentence.
Hermione just watched, pretending to be defiant, but really amused deep down at her friend's reaction.
"Luna!" she yelled, trying her best to sound angry. "Did I make fun of you for liking George? No. So don't ask about my love life if you're just going to make fun of me for it!"
With that, Hermione stomped out of the room, hoping she was a good enough actor.
Ok. Yeah, I understand, there are a few things that may seem unclear, but I promise things will make sense soon, if not in the next chapter! Thanks for reading :) And please review!
~iLaLAy(: