"Eat? Please?" Luna sat at the end of George's bed, pushing a plate towards him.

He wrinkled his nose and pushed it back.

"You're thinner than me. Eat." She pushed it back.

He scowled at her, and picked up a fork, taking a very small bite of the cake she brought him. What better way to get him to eat than give him sweets?

She smiled at him, and stood up from his bed, heading over the the armoire that was mostly filled with her clothes. "Okay, so we're going out today."

George looked at her, another forkful of cake hanging in the air between them, "Why?"

"You need sunlight. Social interaction." She smiled her "do what I say or I'll sexually frustrate you until you want to explode" smile.

Well, that was how he saw it.

"Please?" She bit her lip and clasped her hands.

"I'm already eating for you, now you want me to go out into the world?" He shook his head, mock-disapproving.

"Yes." She turned back to the closet and began leafing through her clothes, "Besides you need to go to the store."

His stomach dropped and he pushed the barely eaten cake away from him. He'd only been to the store once since Fred died. And that was only to clean out the fridge so there wouldn't be rotting food. He didn't want to go back.

"You need to." Luna seemed to read his mind, "It's probably all dusty, and all your shipments have probably been in for weeks." She reminded him.

George groaned and buried his face in his pillow, wrapping his blanket around him like a little kid. "No."

Luna tried to pull the pillow off his head, but he just pulled it closer, and wiggled down under the blankets deeper. She took her pillow and whacked him on the back with it. George shot up, still tangled in his blankets and grabbed her wrist to stop her from hitting him again. While she was distracted he took his pillow and hit her on the head with it.

She squealed and pulled her wrist free, hitting him back with her pillow. "You're such a jerk."

"You started it!" George hit her again, and she responded by tackling him and pinning his wrists down.

Of course now this meant Luna was on top of him.

"Oh." She said, and started to move away. George pulled her back down and they stared at each other, still breathless from the pillow fight.

George ran his hands down her sides and hips, watching in fascination when she shivered. He ran his hands back up her sides and under her shirt, over her stomach. He chuckled when she jumped a little at his touch and tried to move away. He grabbed her hips and kept her in place. She let out an adorable sigh/squeal and bit her lip, blushing a little.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed." George informed her, running his hands back over her stomach and dipping his fingers barely below her waistband.

"You're mean when you're turned on." Luna informed him.

"I know." He roughly pulled her closer to him, so that her face was an inch away from his.

She licked her lips out of habit, and he couldn't help it; he kissed her.

And that's when his door burst open.

"Lu, you'll never-" Ginny trailed off.

"This must look very bad." George said. Thinking about how they were positioned; Luna straddling him, her pinning his arms down by the wrists.

Luna jumped off of him, her pale cheeks suddenly flaming red. She pulled the bottom of her shirt back into place, and promptly walked out of the room, Ginny at her heels. "Lu!" she called after her, slamming the door as she went.

George rolled over and groaned into his pillow. "Cock-blocked by my own fucking sister." He mumbled.