So here's the deal...i've never written a fan fic before so bear with me please! Uh so just read...it's about LUna feeling unloved. PLEASE REVIEW SO I KNOW WHAT TO IMPROVE ON! You would be my favorite :) Thanks!
Luna Lovegood awoke to the sun streaming through the slats of her dusty rose-colored shades. She rubbed her make-up less eyes and unconsciously reached for the red ribbon on her nightstand. Gathering her long blonde curls behind her neck, she took the ribbon and tired her mane back. She sat in bed for a couple more minutes doing some stretches and thinking about the day she had ahead of her.
"Well, it's Saturday," she thought, "The Quibbler is already edited and prepared for print tomorrow and the plants were watered yesterday. So, that means that I only have to…"
All of the sudden there was a thud on the front door, interrupting her thought process. "Oh lovely," the blonde witch smiled, "A guest." Luna jumped out of bed and quickly put on a baggy sweatshirt and skipped to the front door of her little cottage like house. She opened the door to see, not a guest per say, but a gorgeous brown and gold-flecked owl with an envelope in his mouth. She gently bent down and took the envelope from its beak, "Thank you kind sir."
The creature simply twisted its head to the side, flapped its wings, and took off into the horizon. Luna turned the envelope over and carefully pulled away at the wax that was keeping it sealed. As soon as the wax was released, a gold embroidered card shot out of the envelope and sparkled in front of her eyes. "We would like to cordially invite you to the marriage of Harry James Potter and Ginerva Molly Weasley" Luna's eyes lit up with great excitement. Harry and Ginny had been engaged for quite some time now but they had a rough time figuring out the wedding date.
There was a separate note that was floating just to the left of the wedding invite, outlined in a beautiful light pink color. This piece of parchment made Luna's eyes widen even more, "Ginerva Molly Weasley would also like to request that Luna Lovegood be a bridesmaid as she sees Luna as a dear friend and a sister figure." Luna's smile stretched across her face as she pranced in a circle at the joyous news.
"A bridesmaid! Oh joy! Oh joy!"
Reaching for the top right drawer in her desk sitting in the entry hall, Luna quickly grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill to write back to Ginny, accepting her offer. The message was short and sweet and the whole time, Luna could not stop smiling to herself. After her letter was done she put on her rain boots and trudged outside through the back door to the owlry she had made for her favorite pet. Upon opening the door and jet black beauty with radiant hazel eyes swiveled its head to see its beloved mother.
"Good morning Binx!" the witch exclaimed as the owl hooted at her entrance. She unlocked the storage bin in the corner to retrieve the owl's morning mouse. As she tossed it in the air, to which Binx efficiently snatched in his mouth, she informed the beloved pet on the day's mission.
"Binx I need you to take this note to the Burrow. Make sure it gets to Ginny please." The blonde witch smiled as her owl took the note in his beak and flew out the front door that was still ajar from when Luna first entered. As she skipped back to her cottage Luna couldn't help but feel a wonderful, warm sensation traveling through her body. Not only was she just invited to wedding for two of her best friends but she was asked to be a bridesmaid! She was already picturing it now, standing beside Ginny on her big day, right behind the maid of honor, Hermione no doubt, wearing a gorgeous dress as her two friends declared their eternal love for each other. She would get to see all her friends again too! Hermione, Ron, Neville, Hannah, Dean, Cho, George… Luna happily smiled to herself as she danced into the kitchen and prepared herself a delightful cup of oolong tea.
She looked again at the invitation that was lying on the table and carefully read it several times. The date was set for May 4th, just a little over a month away. As Binx flew to the kitchen windowsill, that owl was unbelievable fast; Luna was overcome by a great sense of love that would stay with her while she tended to the relaxing day ahead of her.
5 Days Later
Luna gathered her belongings and said good-bye to Binx before apparating to a location that she knew all too well. She patted her beloved owl on the head, slid her wand into her bag, and twisted into oblivion.
Landing with her feet in about 6 inches of bog, Luna spun around to see the towering Burrow behind her. She smiled to herself as she anticipated the evening planned ahead of her. Today was the day that Hermione and herself were doing fittings with Mrs. Weasley for the bridesmaid dresses and the groomsmen, Neville, Ron, and George, were also meeting for tuxedo fittings. The day was to wrap up with a lovely dinner, all hand made by Mrs. Weasley of course.
Skipping up to the front door, Luna was wrapped into a bear hug by Ginny before even knocking,
"Oh Luna!" the red headed witch exclaimed, "I've missed you all too much! Please come inside, we're just waiting for Neville to arrive." 'Neville,' Luna thought, 'Was he still with Hannah? I hope not.'
Luna frowned at herself for thinking such a thing. Yes, she once had a crush on the buck-toothed Gryffindor, but she had never outwardly showed it. If he was happy with Hannah than she was happy for him. She should have never thought such a thing.
She looked back at Ginny and smiled at her friend, "I've missed you too! It's been far too long." Ginny gave her another tight squeeze before leading her inside the comforting home.
Once inside, Luna was again bombarded with hugs from her dearest friends. Harry asked her how the Quibbler was coming along, now that her father had handed down the business to her, to which she replied that it was going, "Splendid." Ron and George both gave her hugs, claiming it was nice to have a blonde in the Burrow again. And Hermione, of course, was almost at a point of tears when she saw her long lost friend. Trying to whip away the evidence, the brightest witch of her age smiled whole heartedly, "Luna, so good to see you! You look brilliant." Luna smiled at her dear friend, "I often find that I look the exact same as 5 years ago but I guess I wouldn't want it to be any other way."
There was then a loud swish noise as someone apparated very close to the Burrow, Neville no doubt. Sure enough, the now tall and handsomely shaped wizard walked through the front door, being tackled by all his friends just as Luna had been moments ago.
Hugs, hellos, handshakes, and smiles were plenty in the Burrow. But the grand entrances wouldn't go on forever as Molly Weasley was on a mission to get all the fittings done in record time.
"Girls are in Ginny's room and the boys are in Ron's." Mrs. Weasley's stern voice vibrated through the tiny entrance area, "Hop hop now! Move your feet. I don't want to take all day with this."
When Molly Weasley meant business it was always wise to do what she said. Eight sets of legs were hurriedly running up the rickety stairs as Mrs. Weasley followed close behind, smiling at her leadership skills.
"Ladies I would like to show you the dress I'll be wearing when I become a Potter!" Ginny rushed to the far side of her room where her large cabinet stood. Luna and Hermione both ran towards her, wanting to see the wedding gown. Ginny smiled, winked, and slowly opened the door, revealing the gorgeous masterpiece that was hanging on a delicate hanger. Luna gasped and Hermione's eyes filled with fresh tears, "It's absolutely breath taking Ginny." Hermione wrapped her arms around her soon to be sister-in-law. Luna stepped forward slowly and delicately touched the bedding on the gown.
It was a light champagne color, not the typical blindingly white that most brides wear, of course, but Ginny Weasley was not a typical bride. It was cut beautiful with a sweet heart neckline and the bottom had a beautiful shape as well. In the front, the dress would hit right above her knees but as it went towards the back the dress flowed to the floor. There was an intricate beading pattern that laced in and out of the ruche of the dress from the top of her right neckline down to the bottom left of the dress. In other words, it was the most gorgeous dress that Luna had ever seen.
"It's prefect," she breathed, "you're going to look like a goddess Ginny." Luna turned back to her friend and gave her a lung crushing hug, "and thank you so, so much for letting me stand by your side on the most important day of your life." Luna could feel Ginny's shoulders shaking a little as she pushed the witch away gently, "Thank you Luna. I wouldn't want it any other way."
After the drooling fittings were over with, they took almost 3 hours total as Mrs. Weasley wanted to make sure all the measurements were precise and flawless, the gang gathered down stairs for the home cooked meal. As dishes were pasted and plates were filled, George took his fork and tapped on his wine glass.
"A toast! To my little sis who somehow got married before I did," he winked at Ginny, who immediately turned a bright scarlet color, "and the boy-who-lived-twice, who might regret not dying the first two times after having to be hitched with my sister forever. May they live happily, always play Quidditch, and make a bunch of magic bearing gingers! To Harry and Ginny!"
Everyone in unison raised their glasses, "To Harry and Ginny!" As soon as the sip of wine was done everyone dug into the platefuls of food that was sitting before them. No one ever went hungry or unsatisfied when Mrs. Weasley was cooking. Taking a second to breath in between bites, Luna looked up and saw Neville sitting kiddy corner to her.
'He sure grew up handsomely. He never looked like that at Hogwarts.' Luna surveyed her friends at the table. They all grew up rather beautifully actually. Hermione had lost the bushiness to her hair and she grew some rather attractive curves to her figure. Ron obviously started working out because his arms were quite muscular and his shoulders were a lot broader. Harry's face narrowed out more and his green eyes only gained more intensity. He hadn't necessarily grown height wise, but he was definitely more built as well. Then Luna looked at the bride. Her cheekbones were so pretty and her hair seemed to become more shiny and tamed. She also got curves that made her look more like a woman than a girl.
Luna then looked at herself in the reflection of her spoon. She was the same old Luna, the same long blonde curly hair, the same buggy blue eyes; she looked down, the same flat chest. She let out a sigh as she took in the view around her. All her friends had grown up, except her. Of course, now she was running her own successful magazine company, but she was still alone. She didn't have a boyfriend or a fiancé. She didn't have a huge family with never ending love. She had Binx, her one and only true boy.
Hermione nudged Luna with her elbow, "Luna, you alright? You haven't touched your food for quite some time now." "Yes, I'm alright," Luna replied, "Just thinking was all." "Err, alright." Hermione obviously wanted to know exactly what Luna was thinking, and knowing Hermione, she would not let this slip her mind. Luna just looked down at her plate and spooned a forkful of mashed potatoes into her mouth to break the tension. Hermione shrugged and continued to eat as well.
Luna's enclosing sense of being alone started to hit her hard. Why wasn't she married yet? Not even married, just in a relationship in general? Sure…her looks weren't breath taking gorgeous like Ginny or Hermione, but she was still attractive, right? She needed to talk to someone about it but Ginny was way too giddy about her wedding and Luna didn't want to seem that she was trying to take the attention away from her. Hermione? Maybe, but she would simply say that Luna was pretty and nothing was wrong with her. Hermione wouldn't tell her the honest to god truth; she was too nice of a friend. She felt awkward asking Neville because she once liked him a lot and asking Ron or Harry was out of the question, just because.
'George. George would tell me the real deal. Sure he joked often, but when it came down to it he was genuine guy.'
Luna looked up to see that George was, in fact, staring at her, his eyebrows knit in confusion. He silently mouthed the words, 'You're not okay.' To which she mouthed, 'Can we talk after dinner?' George nodded his head and the two continued eating in silence until dinner was done and all the plates were magic washed. While everyone else was lounging by the fireplace rubbing their bloated stomachs, George and Luna snuck away out the backdoor.
"Alright Blondie," the ginger wizard spoke, breaking the silence, "Something's been on that brilliant mind of yours. I'm not one to snoop but you wanted to talk, so talk." He leaned up against the wooden post that messenger owls landed on while Luna kept her head down, kicking at the dirt. "Well, you see, it's just, with this wedding and all, I just…OH I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHY I'M NOT LOVED!" The witch suddenly clasped her hand over her mouth, scared with the volume that her voice had just reached. George's eyes grew big, he was obviously thinking of what to say to a response like that. "Well," he started, "For one thing you are loved. Look at today! When you walked in everyone was excited. And Ginny sees you like a sister and even made you a bridesmaid! Why on earth you think your not loved is beyond me." He looked up her, his green eyes burning into her.
"No, not like that George. I mean, why am I alone? Ginny has Harry, Hermione has Ron, Neville, I think, still has Hannah…even Draco has someone! I don't quite understand it, that's all. Yes, I realize that I am not the most beautiful witch out there, but, I don't know, I'm not terrible, am I?"
She looked at George in anticipation of his answer. He was thinking, fidgeting his hands in his pockets. Suddenly, without notice, a tear streaked down Luna's cheek. Luna was not a crier, she hated feeling sad, but this emotion washed over like a tidal wave and she okay with letting this one go. George looked and saw how upset she was. "Awe come here Luna, come here." George pulled her in close and wrapped her up in his arms. Luna's shoulders softly shook into his chest while he stroked her curly locks. "Luna you are perfect that way you are. You are beautiful, smart, and the most caring person I know. One day you will find a man perfect for you, you just have to wait for the right one to come along. Any guy to pass you up would be a bloody fool. Promise."
Luna looked up at George, eyes red and cheeks flushed. "Thank you George. I guess I just lost my sanity there for a second. I shouldn't be dreary on a day like this. This is supposed to be about Ginny and Harry, not me." George let out a soft chuckle and wiped a tear that was slowly falling down Luna's cheek, "Luna, listen, you are not making this about you. You're not in the middle of the room with everyone around you, screaming and crying and begging for attention. Right now it is two adults, well, you including me, having a civil conversation. It's okay to let your emotions out. I found that out after Fred died." Luna cringed under his arms, "I left so much in for so long that I just exploded one night. It was bloody brutal actually. I've learned now that letting the emotions out makes it much, much easier." Her gently pulled Luna out from under his arms and looked into the very core of her eyes, "Now dry those eyes and lets get a little tipsy on wine, ay?" He beamed a pearly white smile and Luna couldn't help but chuckle. "Sounds wonderful." George brought her in for one last squeeze before the two went back into the Burrow and enjoyed the rest of the night.
