Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. As far as writing style goes, this is an experimentation for me. Normally I write longer paragraphs, but I wanted this to be short. Sentences, not chapter lengths, that is. Spoilers alert.
The Girl Who Laughed Last
Luna Lovegood x Viktor Krum
George
Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies
They were such total and complete opposites.
He was the internationally famous Quidditch star. She was the dreamer who kept her head held high. Neither of them spoke. Not once.
Normally he would have thought it odd. Was that Viktor Krum looking strangely at Luna Lovegood? Perhaps it was the way she was dressed. Yellow was a strange way to go to a wedding. Not bad on Luna but strange nonetheless.
Or it could have been the less-than-conventionally way that she was dancing. Really, he had no idea who had taught her to dance but someone needed to show her how to do it properly. Or perhaps she was under attack. A Nargle, more than likely. Stupid little bastards, they were.
Something unspoken was in the air. He should know, after all, since his ear had been cursed off, he seemed to have some strange powers or something. And this power told him that there was something going on between Viktor Krum and Luna Lovegood, as strange as that sounded.
Being the kind person that he was— though a prankster through and through—and his brother being missing at the moment (presumably off flirting with some veela girls), George took his chance. Observation led to many things. Experimentation, though, opened more doors.
"'Ello, Luna."
"Hello George."
It was always creepy how instantly she was able to tell them apart. Not even their own mother could do that most of the time. Maybe Luna wasn't as dreamy as everyone presumed. Maybe she was actually a keen observer. The thought almost made him laugh. Luna? A keen observer?
"Wanna dance?"
She was already swaying back and forth, almost blinding him in the yellow. But, despite everything, she looked quite good. Odd, but good.
"Certainly, George."
She had a faraway look in her eye. He supposed that she was thinking about Nargles. Suddenly her eyes came into focus to an area just past his shoulder, "I don't think that he likes my father."
Whipping the girl around, he tried to get a good look at whom the blonde haired girl was talking about.
Viktor. Of course. So his suspicions were even more accurate… not that he had thought in any way that Luna was the one checking Krum out.
How odd. Never in his life did George think that he would see Luna checking anyone out. It just wasn't Luna.
Her father didn't seem fazed at all by the young man in front of him whom was clearly angry. In fact, he seemed to find it all quite entertaining. George doubted that the man knew that he was currently being yelled at by a Quidditch star. Not that it probably would have mattered.
"Nope. Don't suppose that they do. Seen any Nargles lately?"
She smiled. It was brilliant when she smiled. Made the twin wonder why it was that she didn't have more boys chasing after her. Then he remembered. Nargles. Right. "Not in a long, long time George. I think that they are going extinct, personally. Maybe they are hiding from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."
"Ah, of course. They have such a deep and over-running fear of the beastly creature."
It wasn't a good idea to poke fun at the Lord of All Things Evil at a time like this, but he couldn't help it. Sarcasm was really his only fault. Really. That, and missing an ear. But that made him look more dangerous than anything. Imagine being able to say to his kids, "Wanna know how I lost this ear. I fought my old potions master in a great battle. Oh, yes. I may have lost me ear, but he lost something much more precious," and then he would snicker as his grandkids looked at each other in confusion. To make a story truly great, after all, some embellishment was needed. And it wasn't like Snape didn't lose anything at all. His hood had been lost (ok, it just came off) during the fight.
There was a look in Luna's eyes. It was sharp, almost as if she were just noticing something, "Where'd your ear go?"
He grinned and shook his head, "It's on vacation. Hawaii. Would you like to send it a postcard?"
"That would be lovely."
Her eyes were back on her father and Viktor. George could tell that she was wondering what they were arguing about. Or maybe she knew. Maybe Luna Lovegood had incredible mind powers that allowed her to keen into other people's brains and find out what they were talking about.
Could be, though, the fact that she actually had two ears. He only had one. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Better hearing, y'know?
Viktor was storming away now and George whispered into Luna's ear, "Go talk to him."
But just was her hands left his, something happened; something terrible and crazy.
"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."
And both Luna and Viktor were lost in the crowd.
A/N: Well, that's the end from George's POV of the relationship (or beginning of one). Remember to please tell me what you think. Hope you enjoyed!
