George looked up to see Luna running down the hill, smiling. She was wearing a blue sweater, a red shirt, purple tights and her pink high tops.
"Hi George." Luna giggled, walking up to the blanket George was sitting on.
George jumped up and smiled at Luna. "Hi."
"What's for lunch?" Luna asked, hugging him.
"Mainly sweets I got from Honeydukes and butter beer." He laughed.
"Sounds great." She smiled, sitting down. "I like your scarf."
George looked down at the multicolored scarf around his neck. "My mum made it."
"My mum was never very good at knitting." Luna said, licking the icing off a cupcake. "Before she died."
"Here, if you like it and your mum wasn't good at knitting, you take it." George said, taking the scarf off. He draped it around her neck.
"She was experimenting with a spell when I was nine and it miss fired." She blushed wrapping the soft scarf, around her neck.
"I don't it's like to lose someone. But, I recon it ain't fun."
"I'm used to not having her around. But, I do miss her. But I know I'll see her again." She smiled, opening a box of Bertie Bott's.
"I like your attitude on that, Luna." He said, moving closer to her.
"I like you, George." She said, tossing a yellow jellybean at him.
"How do you know I'm not Fred?" he teased.
"George has slightly chubbier cheeks, and Fred calls me Loony, George calls me Luna. And you have chubby cheeks and are calling me Luna. And you are more shy and reserved, which is George. So, you're George." She said, inching even closer to him, abandoning the box of beans.
They were just inches apart now.
"And Fred wouldn't do this." He whispered, running his fingers through her blonde hair.
George closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against hers. Her lips were soft and cold. Luna kissed back gently.
George pulled away and looked at her. Luna was blushing. George could feel heat in his cheeks too.
Luna blushed harder and looked away. George looked down at his watch, to make sure he still had time before Quidditch.
"Luna, I have to go. Quidditch starts in half an hour." He said, standing up.
"Oh." Luna sounded, slightly disappointed.
She stood up and looked down at her shoes.
"Come to the game. Cheer me on. Or cheer Slytherin on." George said, waving his wand.
The picnic cleaned itself up and put itself in the basket. He hid the basket in a hollowed out fallen tree.
"Let's go." He held his hand out to Luna.
She smiled and slipped her hand into his.
The two took off running up the hill.
"You're late." Oliver said when George walked into the locker room.
George ignored him and striped down to his boxers and dressed quickly into his uniform.
"How'd your date go?" Fred asked.
"George got a date?" Angelina asked, spinning around.
George nodded modestly.
"With who?" Oliver asked.
"Luna Lovegood." George said, pulling his gloves on.
"Loony Lovegood?" Angelina yelled. "She's a second year! You're a sixth year! She's barely thirteen, you're seventeen! That's just wrong!"
"It was just a date. Nothing happened!" George yelled. "I walked her to her common room last night and she said she liked me. she is young, I didn't want her to get hurt by shooting her down so I asked if she wanted to have a picnic today. It was nothing."
"There you go, Angelina." Oliver said. "Now let it go. It's time for the game."
George pulled his cloak on and grabbed his bat and broom.
"What really happened?" Fred asked. "Where's your scarf?"
"Luna has it…and I kissed her." George whispered quietly.
Fred smiled and gave his brother a quick hug. "Don't move too fast though. She is young."
"I know. I couldn't help it." He whispered.
"And to be safe, age wise, and because of me, don't go around telling people you're with her. Got it?"
"What have you done now?"
"Things Mum doesn't need to know about." Fred said mounting his broom.
"Angelina?"
"Maybe." He said pushing off the ground.
Author's note
I know it's short. But I didn't really want to get into the Quidditch game. I'll post a longer chapter later to make up for the shortness of this one. Don't forget to review.
Thanks.
- Shelby
