A/N: So, because I love you all, I have written you something vaguely George and Luna-ish (if you tilt your head to the left, rub your nose and squint), as requested by FaithfulHPReader and Nikki Diamond and natalie211.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J. K. Rowling does.

Chapter Ten

The Burrow
GeorgexLuna

"What are you reading, Forge?" Fred asked cheerfully, punching his twin in the arm.

George groaned inwardly – he'd been found out. "The Quibbler." He muttered sulkily, closing it quickly and shoving it under his duvet.

He watched as various emotions flitted across his twin's face – disbelief, humour, shock, worry, amusement. Finally, Fred burst into raucous laughter. Several minutes passed before Fred had composed himself enough to actually speak.

"You're reading… the Quibbler? Why?"

"Luna asked me too." George said defensively.

"So?" Fred was confused; a sudden horrible idea flew into his mind. He attempted to ignore it. "You don't…like her? Do you?"

"No." George replied quickly, he flushed a vivid red, instantly underminding his words. Fred banged his head against the wall, wincing at the pain.

"Yes." George admitted. "Oh Merlin!"

Fred chuckled delightedly. "Oh ho, little wee Georgie Pie likes the Loony."

"Don't call her that. She's actually not that weird, you know she isn't."

Fred raised an eyebrow. "She interrupted dinner yesterday to ask everyone to check under their seats for some creature, I forget what she said it was."

"Nargles."

"What the hell is a Nargle?"

"I'm not telling you." George folded his arms across his jumper clad chest.

"Why?" Fred crossed his own arms and frowned at his twin.

"Because you'll just use it to take the mick."

Fred began a denial and then realised that actually, George was entirely accurate. "Fine. Don't tell me what a Nargle is."

"I won't." George stuck his tongue out and Fred made a childish face. Then, suddenly they began to laugh.

"Still cannot believe you like her." Fred said in a shocked tone, shaking his head.

"Yeah, well…don't tell anyone."

"Course not. It will absolutely not slip out at dinner tonight."

"Fred!"

Fred just grinned wickedly and left the room, still chortling to himself.

George growled angrily and cursed his infuriating twin. Knowing Fred, and he did know Fred very well, he had managed to somehow record his confession and his utter humiliation would be witnessed by all at dinner tonight.

It wasn't that he was exactly ashamed of Luna, or of liking her. He wasn't. Not really. It was just that…well… he had wanted to talk to Luna about it himself, he'd wanted her to know that he did like her but hear the words from his own mouth. And not yet, certainly not yet. They'd only known each other properly for just over two weeks (he found it slightly worrying that actually he knew the exact number of days since the first family dinner she had attended), although they had been sending letters regularly and she'd come along to heaps more Weasley dinners – it was still far too soon. She'd be freaked out.

He'd never in a million years thought that the person he would grow to like would be Luna Lovegood. It almost made him want to laugh. Luna Lovegood!

And yet, he was intrigued by her odd and unshakeable beliefs in these weird creatures. He liked that she had found it in herself to forgive her father after he betrayed her closest friends, realising that he had done this to try and save her. He thought it was amazing that she had managed to survive in the Malfoy cellar and still be as happy and upbeat as she was.

He actually liked that she was different. He liked how she didn't have many friends but truly cherished the few she did have. He liked her honesty and how she made him laugh (mostly without meaning to though, it did have to be said) and how easily impressed she was by various hidey-holes he and Fred had created.

He just…liked her.

Suddenly, his personal owl (him and Fred had invested in a special 'business owl' for letters that needed delivering relating to their shop) flew through the open window and stuck its leg out.

George crossed the room quickly and took the letter; the owl ruffled its' feathers in an irritated fashion and flew onto its' perch. George threw it a treat and it hooted softly in thanks.

'George,

I hope you're right; it would be awful if Molly didn't like me after yesterday. I really do like your Mum and the rest of your family. They almost feel like my own family now.

I really did think that there was a Nargle in there, I just wanted to check. Are you sure it wouldn't be better if I didn't come to dinner tonight?

And, are you sure that Daddy should come? Only well…you know what happened when Harry and Hermione visited during the war. I would understand if it's easier for him not to come.

Write back soon.

Luna. '

George fervently thanked Merlin that Fred had not been in the room when the letter had arrived. The teasing would have been something horrific.

"Got a letter?"

George turned quickly to see his youngest brother lounging in the doorway, smirking happily like the cat that had gotten the cream.

"Yes. What's it to you?"

"It's from Luna." Ron said, still grinning and seeming to relish having something to hold against his brother. George wished that he had not spent so much time teasing his younger brother, it had led to this horrible situation where Ron would grasp any oppurtunity to laugh at him. At least, at least Fred was not here.

"No, it's not." George denied, hiding it behind his back.

"It's written on bright yellow paper." Ron pointed out in a reasonable tone. "Luna is the only person, possibly in the entire world, that writes on yellow paper. She writes to all of us as well you know, and anyway, you can't keep secrets from us."

"Yeah, Forge." Fred appeared seemingly from thin air to stand beside Ron. George wished that a Manticore would suddenly pop out of thin air and savage him to death, that would be a preferable situation to the one he was in now."How could you?" Fred continued, feigning anger and hurt, his hands planted firmly (and slightly girlishly) on his hips. "I thought we were perfect together."

"Go away!"

"Naa." Ginny peeked into his bedroom. "I don't think so, Georgie." She announced brightly.

George slumped despairingly onto his bed. Most of the time, he really loved his family, all of them despite their faults. Sometimes though, he wanted to curse them all into the next century. At the moment, he was definitely feeling the latter.

"Something wrong, little brother?"

George squeezed his eyes tightly shut and hoped desperately that he had not just heard Bill's voice.

He opened them slowly. He had indeed heard Bill's voice. Bill smiled cockily, "My little brother…in love…" He clasped his hands to his heart and feigned a hideous, love struck expression.

George reached carefully towards his wand – they seemed not to have noticed, engrossed as they were (and by now, he could see that Harry and Hermione were outside his door as well and joining in with the rest of them) in sappy impressions of him and Luna. He flicked it hurriedly and the door slammed shut, he heard a yell – the door appeared to have hit Ron in the nose. He beamed contentedly and sent a quick Locking Charm at the door.

The lock clicked satisfyingly into place - now, he would not be disturbed.

He grabbed a piece of parchment from his desk and a quill (checking it to make sure it was not a real quill and not a prototype from the shop first) and sat down to write back to Luna.

'Luna,

Of course you should come, and bring your Dad as well. Harry and Hermione have already forgiven him. Honest. I'd like to meet him properly, I think Mum wanted to talk to him about wedding plans as well (scary, isn't it?). She's loving this law, she has loads of weddings to organise and a whole load of new people to feed.

And, I promise that Mum doesn't hate you, she thought it was touching that you wanted to make sure we were all safe.

Come over for dinner tonight about seven. See you then.

George.'

He re-read it. Twice. Then he turned to his owl, who had fallen asleep and turned its' back moodily on George, he poked it awake and handed it the letter. It flew away, making a clicking sound with its' beak that sounded scarily like Professor McGonagall.