A/N: I don't own anything.

A/N 2: This is my first HP fic attempt and given that it's been years since I last re-read the series then let me apologize beforehand if Luna and George here might be a little OC. That being said, I've always been fascinated by unconventional or not-so-canon ships and found myself reading Loony for Luna and it's sequel which got me hooked on this pairing (kudos to CJ - Lady of Griffyndor) hence this clumsy attempt. Having trouble with editing the story's properties so it's not categorized properly. Anyway hope it's not so bad =)

Title : Second Chances

Rating : M (to be safe)

Pairing : George/Luna

Disclaimer : All recognizable characters are the property of JK Rowling and Scholastic Books. No profit is being made from their use so no copyright infringement is intended.

Prologue:

It was the night before she was set to go back to Hogwarts with both Ginny and Hermione that Luna snuck out of the Burrow. Having lived with the Weasleys for months after the final battle that killed Voldemort, she knew the family's schedule by heart. She knew that Mr and Mrs Weasley would be deeply asleep by then, along with Ron and Harry and Ginny and Hermione. Of course, she had the added guarantee that their sleep was aided by the sleeping draught she had slipped into the pumpkin juice they had all partaken during dinner. At the edge of the clearing, where she knew the sound of her apparition wouldn't be heard, she waved her wand to do so, hoping that the Ministry of Magic would be too busy with the rebuilding efforts to be monitoring underage use of magic to notice her stunt.

Minutes later, she had apparated outside the door to the loft above the WWW. Taking a deep breath, she undid her robes just before she opened the door, as quiet as possible, so as not to awaken the sole occupant of the bed on the right. Heart thumping, she slowly walked towards the bed, momentarily assailed by nervousness as she spied his sleeping form. Although he had lost a lot of weight in the wake of his twin's death, his torso remained muscular which was now bared to her gaze, and she knew the same could be said for his legs despite being hidden by the blanket lying across his waist. Trembling a bit, she completed disrobing, before she slowly crept underneath the blanket.

George drifted to consciousness slowly and quite pleasurably … with the feel of soft lips grazing his neck. Having lived quite 'freely' following his twin's death, he figured that it was the girl he had just bedded earlier in the day coming back for an encore, and so without opening his eyes, he turned to capture said lips with his own. If he had been more awake, he would have realized faster that the lips under his own were fuller, and that the body under his own was slimmer and the hair splayed on his pillow was longer. As it was, it took several minutes of intense kissing before his brain processed the fact that the lips clinging to his own, while warm and willing, was in fact doing so tentatively, quite in contrast with the enthusiasm displayed earlier by the girl he had taken to bed while the shop was closed for lunch. But just as this thought crossed his mind, her slight movement under him served to further awaken his senses so that he had to deepen the kiss, his right hand tangling in her hair to better angle her lips to his. It was this move that woke him completely, for the girl he had earlier had short hair. In fact, all the girls he had bedded in the last couple of months had short dark hair. Opening his eyes he realized he was not only holding on to someone's long tresses – rather he was holding on to someone's long, blonde tresses as revealed by the light of the full moon. He knew of only one girl who had similar tresses…

"Bloody hell!" he shouted, sitting up abruptly, the movement throwing the long-haired girl her out of the bed, taking the blanket with her and revealing him in all his aroused glory.

Before either could react further, the door to his loft slammed open to reveal the angry glare of a bespectacled, red-haired man whose wand was pointing directly at his dazed brother on the bed.