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Lunarella

Part Three

George Weasley smiled patiently as he listened to the annoying Ravenclaw girl ramble on. She had been dominating his attention for the past hour and he supposed he might have found her a little more interesting if he could have convinced her that his name was Weasley and not Weebley. That wasn't the girl's only problem, not by a long shot. She smelled of onions, tuna and sardines...George may not have been a Ravenclaw but even he knew that wasn't a good sign.

With another deep sigh he glanced over her head looking for his twin brother Fred, his mind already relishing the incredibly large amount of pain he was going to inflict as soon as he managed to shake the smelly girl. This whole thing had been Fred's idea after all.

George didn't mind going it alone, unlike his brother who seemed obsessed with the idea of finding the perfect girl. It wasn't that George was strange, he liked girls just fine. The problem was none of the girls who flocked around him and his brother could hold his interest. He demanded certain qualities in a girl, unlike his brother whose only requirements were that she be able to hang onto a quaffle while flying as if her hair were on fire, duck a spell mishap and belch at least as loud as him.

"Mr. Weebley." The annoyed Ravenclaw demanded his attention "Don't you think so?"

"Excuse me?" George asked politely, turning his attention back and holding his breath….the tuna, onion and sardine smell was overwhelming.

"You're so silly." She smiled, his eyes locked on the huge hunk of tuna that was lodged between her front teeth. "Pretending to ignore me."

"Err…yeah, caught me." George took a deep breath and held it in again, nearly fainting from the reek.

"Well, now that were done playing." Marietta pulled his face closer, a green waft of odor practically waving around their heads. "Don't you agree that I am the most beautiful woman you have ever laid eyes on?"

"Erm…" George moved his arm slightly, letting his wand slide down to the cuff of his dress robes. He was ready to start a fire … anything … to get away from onion-of- the -sea girl.

Above them in the rafters, Dobby and Winky sat in a chandelier watching George dance with Marietta, both looking sick to their stomachs.

"Winky." Dobby shook his head. "You know what Dobby thinks?"

"That Dobby wants to do it again?" Winky giggled into her hand "Merlin's testicles Dobby…isn't four times enough for one night?"

"No!" Dobby giggled and blushed. "Well…Dobby thinks that too for he wouldn't mind another go round….but Dobby thinks that must wait for later."

His eyes narrowed a little as he looked down at George Weasley again. "Dobby thinks that humongous walking bag of douche Marietta is determined to monopolize all of George Weasley's time."

"But if she does that, how will George Weasley fall in love with Miss Luna?" Winky looked scandalized "Dobby and Winky can't let that skanky ho cheat Miss Luna, no they must not!"

"Oh…Dobby thinks Marietta is most evil, she and Cho the ho too! Just look at what they have done! Poor Mr. Cedric follows her around, not knowing he is imperioused! He has a soppy look on his face!"

"Mr. Cedric looks most soppy." Winky agreed. "He looks just like Dobby does after Winky gives him a …"

"Dobby and Winky must do it!"

"In the chandelier Dobby?" Winky looked scandalized "Dobby and Winky would fall on George Weasley's head and that would be most embarrassing!"

"Not that Winky!" Dobby rolled his eyes. "And Winky says Dobby has read too much Nasty Naughty Witches. Dobby thinks Winky has been borrowing "Wild Wizards with Whopper Woody's" from Professor McGonagall's desk again!"

"Winky has most certainly been not!" Winky looked sad "Not since I caught Headmaster Dumbledore returning her back copies and he threatened to tell on Winky!"

Dobby looked at Winky, confused for a moment…then he shook his head like a dog shaking water out of his ears. "Dobby and Winky will talk about this later. For now, Dobby and Winky must stop the big fat turd monster."

"Dobby is right." Winky nodded "We must stop it…but how Dobby?"

Dobby thought for a moment, and then a wide smile came to his face. He snapped his fingers and vanished…then reappeared a moment later.

"Major crappage!" he exclaimed "Dobby hates it when he does that!"

"Dobby!" Winky pointed towards the stairs. "It is Miss Luna…and oh how lovely she looks! Dobby and Winky must do something fast!"

"Dobby thinks a bit of turn about is called for." Dobby grinned and looked down at Marietta and George. He pointed and snapped…and the combs went flying from her hair.

"Ohh!" Marietta screeched "What in the…!"

George let her go and backed away. The next second, the hooks on the back of her dress popped open.

"Oh My!" Marietta grinned "George Weebley…if you wanted to get me nekkid, all you had to do was ask!" She made to lunge at him "Rawrrr! Hisss hisss Rawwwrrr!"

George looked at her in horror as the skirt of her dress tore loose and puddled around her feet. He cracked a grin when he saw that she was wearing granny undees that had a big brown stain up the back.

Marietta grabbed her ass in horror, reaching down for her skirt and pulling it back up. The entire room pointed and laughed. Cho was no help; she had dragged Cedric out into the Hedgerows to refresh the imperious curse as his sub conscious had begun to try to fight it off.

"Miss Edgecombe!" Professor McGonagall reached the middle of the dance floor and grabbed Marietta by the arm. "That underwear is unacceptable! Learn to use toilet paper! It's to the hospital wing with you!"

"Oh…Oh George!" Marietta held out her hand dramatically as she was dragged off "Remember me as I was…fight the urge to come and see me…darling…I know you'll miss me…but...go on love, go on…"

"Not bloody likely." George grinned as she watched her lead away. "I'll have to boil my brains in bleach to forget that sight."

He turned to search the crowd for his brother. He felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned again to find Fred smirking at him.

"Are you very broken-hearted?" Fred laughed loudly

"Crushed." George rolled his eyes. "You're dead. You just don't know it yet."

"I'm sure I'll be waking up tomorrow with extra appendages."

"Speaking of which, can I go to bed now?"

"Of course not!" Fred looked affronted "The nights still young."

"Yes, well…after that I feel…"

He broke off abruptly, for over Fred's right shoulder a young woman had caught his attention. In the group of young women who had turned into a blur some hours before, she stood out like the bright glow of a snowflake against black hair.

She was stunning.

To Be Continued...

Sooner this time…I promise!