Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling. No clue who created Cinderella, but if I ever meet them on the other side, I imagine I am in for an ear full for writing this thing.
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Lunarella
Part Four
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Luna stepped off the stairs, her eyes alight with excitement. Finally, …despite the attempts of her wicked house sisters, despite having to put up with a ration of nonsense from her Parentally Appointed Wish Engineer who did double time as the political correctness fairy she had arrived…she was at the Yule Ball.
The Great Hall had been transformed into a place that Luna had never seen before; it was grand, majestic…a blue and silver winter wonderland of ice and snow. Tonight, in this magical place, George Weasley would choose a girlfriend from all the maidens of Hogwarts and though Luna knew he would never chose her, she felt overjoyed just by the idea of being there.
George turned away from his brother's amused laughter. Let him laugh at the fact that, so far that night, George had been stuck dancing with every nutter within the castle walls. Suddenly, George didn't have a care in the world. The cast of hundreds in the Great Hall had turned into a dim blur, overshadowed by the vision in white that had just stepped from the staircase.
She was stunning…no, stunning didn't begin to describe her. Was there a word that combined breathtaking, dazzling, and lovely…not to mention, totally fucking hot? If there was…it still didn't come close to defining the vision George Weasley now beheld.
"George?" Fred spoke loudly in his brother's ear, but George barely heard him. Instead, he turned and thrust his glass into his brother's hand, then walked swiftly to seek the attention of the indescribable beauty across the room.
By the time he reached her, a crowd had already formed around her. He sighed sadly, among them were some of the finest young men Hogwarts had to offer. Then, they began to fly away from her…as if some force were picking them up by the seat of their pants and tossing them across the room. The path to her was suddenly clear again and George moved forward. He glanced upward to find two house elves sitting in a chandelier, grinning and giving one another a hi-five. George smirked, winked at them then gave them a thumbs up.
Luna's breath caught when she saw George coming her way…it was…but no…it's couldn't be. Why would George Weasley seek her out?
"Hello." He stopped in front of her, bowed low, and then kissed her hand.
Luna's mind screamed. 'Holy crap holy crap holy crap!'
It was really happening! George Weasley was really standing with her…he had really just kissed her hand!
'Oh bloody hell,' she thought 'Did I remember to wash my hands after I used the bathroom last?
She smiled nervously, her mind scrambling back to her last trip to the bathroom. She sighed with relief…yes, she had washed her hands.
"Hello." She said finally
"Would you care to dance?" George stood straight again, subtly smelling his robes as he did and hoping like crazy that the reek from onion-of-the-sea girl's breath hadn't rubbed off on him.
"I'd like that." Luna sighed and allowed him to lead her into the great hall. "I'd like that very much."
She couldn't resist the grin that came to her lips as she thought about her wicked house-sisters Cho and Marietta and how they had said that George Weasley would never look at an ugly girl like her. A conga beat began in her mind, a sort of celebratory dance that only she could hear…
'Suck on this you stupid bitches! Suck on this you stupid bitches!'
George's heart hammered in his chest as he led her out onto the dance floor. 'Who is she' he wondered, his mind scrambling to figure out why he had never noticed her before. Surely, even with the feathery mask that covered her face, he would have noticed someone so lovely. Her eyes were bright silver, her skin was pure ivory and her lips…oh her lips…were delicate and pink, the sort of lips that begged to be kissed.
Luna sighed softly as George pulled her into his arms. He was much more handsome up close. His light brown eyes danced with unimaginable mischief and something else…something Luna couldn't define. His shoulder smelled slightly…very slightly…of onions and tuna…but beneath that was the scent of soap…a clean fresh scent that Luna found quite refreshing. The boys who she sat near in class always seemed to drown themselves in cologne.
The room was alight with curiosity. Who was she; who was the strange girl in George Weasley's arms? Surely, she was a girl from a visiting school…no girl such as this had come from within their own Hogwarts hallways. But then they all remembered…the writer of this fan fiction hadn't actually said that this story was taking place during the Triwizard tournament, so no other schools were there. She had only used the Yule Ball because it was convenient, and…because it rhymed with Mule. All the better to make Cho the ho and Marietta look more stupid…something the fan fiction writer enjoys almost as much as making Angelina Johnson evil…but only almost.
But the writer digresses...damn ADD.
But if the girl wasn't from another school…who could she possibly be? Surely they would have noticed someone so beautiful, her eyes were the brightest silver, her skin pure ivory, and her lips…oops, the writer just realized she was being repetitive for the sole purpose of increasing her word count and none other, so she ended the thought and moved on...with the deepest of apologies, of course.
George and Luna were oblivious to the questions floating around them, their eyes stayed locked on one another. They had no choice in the matter; they couldn't have looked away if they wanted to…which they didn't. A herd of Crumple Horned Snorkacks could have run raging through the great hall and Luna wouldn't have bothered to notice…Percy could have tapped George on the shoulder and announced that he had managed to yank his head out of his arse…and George wouldn't have cared in the least.
The only thing in the world was each other.
"You're a wonderful dancer." Luna said while she gazed up into the dancing pools of light brown. "Have you bewitched your shoes with the onionskin dancing charm?"
"The onionskin dancing charm?" He asked
"Yes." She nodded. "You smell faintly of onion."
George silently cursed onion-of-the-sea girl and fervently hoped that professor McGonagall was cramming a crate of Charmin up her wazoo.
"Oh, no." George shook his head. "I had an altercation with a person with rather bad onion breath earlier."
"Oh." Luna wrinkled her nose adorably. "Nasty."
George thought of the brown skid mark on the girl's granny pants and grinned.
"You don't know the half of it."
Above them, looking on from the chandelier, Winky sighed dreamily.
"Oh Dobby look, Miss Luna looks ever so happy."
"That she does Winky." Dobby agreed, taking Winky's hand. "That she does."
"Winky thinks Dobby and Winky should be professional matchmakers." She giggled
"So Winky," Dobby leaned over, his smile huge. "Now that this matter is settled, shall Dobby and Winky go for number five?"
Winky sighed, "Why must Dobby always think with his penis?"
"Dobby assumed his penis is the thing that is most important, since all the young Masters in Hogwarts spend so much time worrying about using theirs." He shrugged "Besides, when Dobby thinks with other things he ends up getting into trouble and Winky kicks him in the arse."
"But Winky usually kicks Dobby in the arse because he is always thinking of nasty things to do with his penis."
"Ohhh…" Dobby scratched his head, a dreamy look came to his eyes, and then a wide dirty smile spread across his face. His voice went deep and throaty, highly suggestive as he licked his lips. "Oh, yes."
Winky reared back her foot, then kicked him in the arse.
George pulled Luna closer.
"Who are you?" His nose brushed over hers as he spoke softly. "Please, tell me who you are behind the mask."
"I…" Luna's voice froze in her throat.
"I want you to be mine." He kissed her cheek. "But I can't ask if I don't know who you are."
Could she tell him? Would he still like her if he knew that she was really Lunarella…could he possibly wish to have her as his girlfriend if he knew?
"Don't be afraid, it doesn't matter to me who you are." He pulled back, his eyes looking into hers pleadingly.
"Even if I'm…" Luna reached back for the ties on her mask…and then the clock began to toll one-thirty.
'Really?' Luna cursed 'I just fricken got here! One dance...that's all I get? Kinda gives fast dance a whole new meaning…don't ya think?'
"I'm sorry…I have to go!" She pulled away, already feeling the magic sweep away as her clear plastic jeweled shoes turned back to her old ones.
"Wait!" George followed her "I don't even know your name!"
"Erm…" Luna stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and then spun in a circle. "My address is Hogwarts, shoot me an owl…sorry, gotta run!"
Then she ran into a corridor just as she felt the magic slip further away. Quickly, she ducked into an empty classroom, just before her dress reverted back to rags.
'Hey.' She thought. 'I'm a fricken witch; I'll just transfigure this crap…why didn't I do that in the first place instead of messing with that anal retentive Parentally Appointed Wish Engineer political correctness fairy?' She smacked herself on the forehead 'And they wonder why people tell blonde jokes.'
But when she reached for her wand…it was gone.
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At the bottom of the stairs, George Weasley stood staring at the now empty staircase…she had flown…and he hadn't even gotten her name.
"My address is Hogwarts, shoot me an owl…"
'Yeah' He thought as he sank down to sit on the bottom stair. 'That's helpful. Who am I supposed to address it to? The one who didn't reek of onions and tuna?'
George sighed, a resigned feeling of loss fell over him…and then a sparkle down by his feet caught his eye. He reached down and picked up the silver wand. He raised his own, and then waved it over the wand that sparkled madly in his hands…
"Priori Incantantum"
…and her face appeared.
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Coming soon…the conclusion of Lunarella!
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