Ginny Weasley stared blearily at herself in the mirror.

She had just finished practice for the day, and was currently washing her face in the basin of the changing room.

'Hey, Gin; you okay?'

Katie Bell's cheery voice cut through Ginny's mental fog.

'Oh… er… yeah, I guess…'

Alicia Spinnet let out a laugh.

'Looks like someone's all lovesick!'

Ginny felt her face burn. Was she lovesick? Well, she had been thinking of nothing else aside from her upcoming coffee with Luna for the past 24 hours, so she supposed she was.

That still didn't stop her from being embarrassed, though.

'Oh, leave her alone.' Katie said, slapping Alicia lightly on the arm. 'She's got things on her mind.'

'Owwww….'

Alicia rubbed her arm and pouted her lips in mock-sadness at Katie.

'Trouble in paradise, you two?' called Demelza Robbins, cheekily. The whole changing room- including Alicia and Katie- roared with laughter, which thankfully meant Ginny could slip out without anyone noticing.

Okay, so she was nervous about going out for coffee with Luna. No biggie. It wasn't as if she fancied Luna or anything.

Ginny chuckled.

Yeah, even she wasn't buying that anymore.

She clearly fancied Luna. It had been obvious since their first meeting. The blond woman was sweet, kind, funny, and utterly gorgeous; how could Ginny not fall for her.

And more to the point; how the heck was Ginny going to stay unflustered on a coffee date with Luna? Yes, Luna hadn't phrased it as a date when she asked Ginny, but it was basically a date, right? It wasn't as if Luna just wanted to be friends with Ginny; her blushes were far too frequent and her glances too bashful for that.

Luna Lovegood; the wonderful, beautiful, brilliant Luna Lovegood had -in fact- asked Ginny out on a date.

No pressure.

Ginny hurried out of the training centre, and climbed aboard her bike.

After speeding home to drop off her training kit, Ginny then sped away once again.

She needed someone to talk to about clothes and- since most of Ginny's female friends knew less about clothes than she did- she decided to pop over to Hermione's.

Granted, Hermione wasn't the best when it came to 'what to wear on dates', but she was a good person to run ideas past, which was better than nothing.

It was slightly cloudy that day- being the British summer- which suited Ginny fine. She hated getting boiled under her helmet, and sweating buckets in her leather jacket.

The block of flats where Hermione lived looking exactly the same as it had last time, aside from a few teenage girls hanging round the front.

Ginny climbed off her bike, causing several of the girls to gasp as she pulled off her helmet, revealing her bright ginger hair. No doubt they knew who she was, given how often the local papers wrote about her.

'That's Ginny Weasley…'

'Shut up, she'll hear you…'

'I heard she's the cool bisexual beauty of the basketball league…'

Smiling slightly to herself, Ginny went up the stairs towards Hermione's flat. Bisexual? Yes. Beauty? Well, she wasn't ugly. But "cool"? Good thing they didn't see her when she was around Luna; "lovesick dork" was more appropriate…

Ginny knocked on Hermione's door in a brisk fashion, and stood back, humming a tune to herself under her breath.

However, instead of Hermione's bushy-haired visage, Ron's freckly face appeared.

'Hi Gin!'

'Oh, hello, Ron. Is Hermione in?'

Ron shook his head.

'Nah, she's off doing some research in the British Library today. Won't be back 'til this evening. Why?'

'Nevermind. I was hoping for her opinion on something. I'll just text her later. See you, Ron.'

She turned to leave, but Ron stretched out an arm to grab hold of her shoulder.

'Hang on. I would be shirking my duty as a big brother if I didn't offer you a cup of tea.'

Ginny chuckled, shrugging off Ron's arm.

'Nah, it's no problem-'

'So you don't want to split a packet of chocolate fingers with me?'

As if on cue, Ginny's stomach let out an enormous growl.

The edge of Ron's mouth wobbled with restrained laughter.

'Not a word.' Ginny said, turning round to face him.

'Course not.' Ron said, opening the door to let her through.

A few minutes later, Ginny was sat at Hermione's kitchen table. Ron had put the kettle on, and was currently pouring tea for them both.

'Here you go, Gin.' He said, popping their mugs down on the table.

'Thanks. Sorry to but in like this; but I thought you'd be at work today.'

'Nah, they let me have the day off for leave. Just completed a big mission.'

'Don't you mean "project"?'

Ron raised an eyebrow.

'That's what I said, wasn't it?'

'Pretty sure you said "mission". What are you; a secret agent now?'

'Don't be silly.' Ron said, dunking a chocolate finger into his tea. 'Anyway…. what did you want to talk to Hermione about?'

'Er… well…'

'Oh, girls stuff?' Ron asked. 'Sorry, you probably don't want to discuss that stuff with your brother-'

Ginny chuckled. 'Nah, it's nothing like that. Just…. well, do you promise not to tease me?'

Ron clutched his hand to his chest in mock-offence. 'The very thought!'

Ginny raised an eyebrow.

'Okay, okay; I promise,' Ron said, grinning. 'I will forgo the usual sibling banter and spare your blushes.'

'Much appreciated.'

'Let me guess…. would it- by any chance- have something to do with a certain blonde florist?'

Ginny spluttered into her mug, her face now resembling a tomato.

'Y-yeah… you could say that…'

Ron smiled expectantly, waiting for her to elaborate. Ginny sighed. Well, at least it wasn't the twins she'd told.

'Luna… asked me out for coffee.'

'That's great, Gin!' Ron said, now grinning from ear. 'Congratulations! I- wait…'

'What?'

Ron was silent for a moment, as if deciding on the right words to use.

'Er… you did say "yes", didn't you?'

'Of course I bloody did!' Ginny exclaimed, her cheeks burning.

'Awesome! So…. what's the problem?'

There was a long silence.

'Gin?'

Ginny played with a stray thread on her t-shirt.

'What…. What should I wear?' She said, in a tiny voice.

Ron's eyes widened in confusion.

'Er… Ginny-'

'Yes, I know how uncharacteristic that is of me!' Ginny snapped, feeling very self-conscious. 'I know I don't usually give much of a toss what I dress like! But…. but with Luna…. I…'

She spluttered into silence.

Ron smiled sympathetically at his sister.

'You know, you're a lot like me in some ways, Gin.'

Ginny looked at him in confusion.

'What?'

'The way you get self-conscious around the people you like. Remember when I was crushing on 'Mione?'

Ginny chuckled.

'How could I forget? It was so obvious…'

Ron scratched the back of his neck, smiling.

'Yeah. I used to lose my head completely around her. I remember one time she turned up at this student union party wearing this gorgeous blue gown, and I spent the entire evening blushing if she so much as looked at me…'

'Er, Ron… back to the self-conscious thing…'

Ron chuckled and pulled himself out of his daydream.

'Sorry…. anyway; I used to be so worried about what she thought of me based on how I dressed. I was terrified she would think I was some scruffy country bumpkin from Devon. I always avoided wearing mum's hand-knitted jumpers just in case Hermione thought we were poor.'

'We were poor.'

'Yeah, but you see what I mean? I was so focused on making myself into what I thought she wanted, that I didn't realise she might like me just the way I was.'

'How do you mean?'

'Well, let's just say 'Mione- far from finding me trashy- actually really liked me… and my Weasley jumpers-'

'Do not finish that sentence unless you want me vomiting on Hermione's kitchen floor.'

Ron chuckled as Ginny shuddered.

'Listen; my point is that Luna already likes you as you are, so don't worry about presenting an image; just be yourself, you know?'

Ginny took a sip of tea, mulling this over.

'I suppose so. You really sure about that?'

'Trust me.'

Ginny mulled this over in her head. True, Ron wasn't exactly an expert at romance, but he was usually right about people. And after all, no-one (no matter how brilliant) was an expert when it came to their own romance.

Ginny finished her tea, and Ron walked her through to the front door.

'Thanks, Ron.'

'No problem, Gin.' Ron said, giving her a quick hug. 'Just turn on the old Weasley charm, and you'll have no problems.'

'Ha ha,' Ginny said, hugging him back. 'Just don't wear your Weasley jumper to the wedding, okay? I don't want to see Hermione salivating during the service.'

'Oh, don't worry; I'm saving the jumper until the honeymoon.'

'Ew.'

Ron chuckled as he opened the front door to let Ginny out.

'Have a good evening, Gin,' he said, smiling cheerfully. 'And don't stress too much about Luna; just be yourself.'

'Thanks,' Ginny said, beginning to walk away. 'And tell Hermione I said hi.'

'I don't know if I'll have to the time to say that. She's usually pretty feisty when she gets home from researching-'

'Really wanted to know that. Even for a brother, you're gross.'

'Love you too, Gin.'

So here Ginny was; sat in a café, waiting for Luna to arrive. She sipped her coffee nervously, drumming her other hand on the table.

Outside, the sun was shining down on the city, crisp on a summer weekend. Ginny could hear the sounds of laughter from the nearby park, which was full of cyclists, families, couples and people enjoying the lovely weather.

It was a quiet little place, a few streets away from Luna's shop. Luna had suggested it over text the previous evening. By coincidence, Ginny had received the text a few hours after getting back from Hermione's flat. She supposed Sappho was on her side. Wait; wasn't Sappho a writer? Oh well, the thought still made her happy.

Ginny wondered whether Ron's advice was really worth taking. Yes, it had worked for Ron and Hermione, but that had been different; it had been so obvious that they fancied each-other. The only reason it took Ron and Hermione so long was because they were both painfully insecure about themselves, and couldn't admit to what was right in front of their eyes.

Well, how is that any different from you and Luna?, asked a nagging part of Ginny's brain.

Ginny shook her head hurriedly, feeling her cheeks go slightly warm. That was silly.

Wow, and you say Ron and Hermione were oblivious…

Oh, shut it! -Ginny told herself- That's not the same!

Oh, really?

Yes, it was, actually. Luna didn't fancy Ginny. Sure, she had asked Ginny out for coffee and… told Ginny during her first meeting that she was cute and gorgeous. And blushed scarlet when Ginny asked for her number. And had gotten all flustered during their last meeting.

Bugger.

Well, besides that, would Luna even like what Ginny was wearing? What were they even going to talk about? What if Luna found Ginny too laid-back? What if she found her too boring? What if Ginny ended up scaring Luna off-

'Hello, Ginny!'

'Oh, h-hi, Luna!' Ginny said, standing up to give the blonde a quick hug. 'Did you get here okay?'

'Oh, yes; no problem.' Luna said, sitting down with her coffee on the seat opposite Ginny. Her eyes softly skimmed over Ginny's form, and her cheeks went a little pink. 'You … you look beautiful.'

'R-r-really?' Ginny said, brushing a piece of lint off her old Weasley jumper. She had decided on an old pair of jeans to compliment it. 'Y-you really think so?'

Luna nodded, shyly smiling at Ginny over her coffee cup as she drank.

Ginny grinned, feeling her face burn. Maybe Ron was onto something, after all…