A/N: A George and Luna chapter for gWeasley77, Bergere, isolemnlyswearthatiamup2nogood, LovelyRoses, fish123 and cassie glitter.
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George x Luna
Hogwarts
He'd never felt quite like this before. The emotions, the feelings, they were all very foreign to him, alien almost.
'You're behaving like a wet mop, grow up and act like a man', had been Fred's opinion accompanied with a light smack on the head (Fred insisted that there had been no malice behind it, he was simply checking George had not been 'got by a Nargle' – George was a little amazed over the sheer quantity and diversity of things that could be put down to Nargles these days.)
His father had just raised his eyebrows, pushed his glasses further up his nose and said, "It's love, son."
His mother had made him a cup of tea with too much sugar and too much milk in it, smiled wisely and told him he was lovesick.
He wasn't lovesick. Not one bit. Lovesick was not a manly thing. Men were not lovesick. He was very rugged and manly. He was.
He just missed Luna a bit. That was all. It was only natural. They were married for Merlin's sake. He was supposed to miss her. It would be weird if he didn't. It would be more wrong if he didn't miss her, he consoled himself. Yeah, he thought, it was natural, it was normal, it was right to miss her.
Even though he'd last seen her yesterday, a snide little voice added. The voice sounded like Fred. Or Ron. Or some nasty blend of the two.
He did miss her. Quite a lot. Okay, maybe a bit more than quite a lot. They'd spent a lot of time together recently and the abrupt separation was odd. Things were very different when Luna wasn't about. Life seemed duller, less colourful, less exciting. He hadn't realised how different life was when she was about. She made him laugh, usually without meaning to. She took delight in tiny things, like a flower growing somewhere unexpected. She smiled all the time and this made him smile constantly as well. She had a completely different opinion to everyone else on every issue possible. She spouted her father's ideas and theories as if they were proven fact.
He missed her eyes which were always sparkling and wise and peaceful and excited all at once. He missed her gentle spirit and quiet manners. He missed her unusual take on things. He missed her soft voice. He missed her smile and the sound of her life.
To put it simply – he was completely, entirely, wholly, head over heels in love with her. And this simple fact had turned him into the sort of person he'd always mocked - lovesick, mopey and quite frankly, a bit wet.
Fred thought it was hilarious. Angelina thought it was worthy of mild amusement, although to be fair these days she didn't have much interest for anything that wasn't Fred. His mother thought it was 'adorable'.
It was not adorable, he had told her firmly. He was not adorable. He was incredibly masculine.
He was only being allowed into Hogwarts on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays he wasn't allowed to meet her. At the weekends he was allowed to spend both days there. The weekends were the best times, two whole uninterrupted days with Luna.
It was odd only being allowed to see her every other day. Few married couples began life like this. A surprisingly large number of couples were joining a new campaign – pro Law. They wanted the possibility for future divorce removed. They wanted the Ministry to reinforce the law at Hogwarts. They wanted the law to apply to future generations. Day after day smiling couples appeared in the papers saying that being assigned their spouses was the best thing that had ever happened to them. He sort of agreed.
Admittedly, he had seen a lot of pairings that didn't work. Hermione, who was practically his second sister, was married to Blaise sodding Zabini, a disgusting little Slytherin. Katie, one of his best friends, was married to Draco Malfoy. He had always been pro choice. He thought people should be able to make their own decisions. He knew of many couples who never met up at weekends, when all obligations were removed, he thought that was kind of sad. All those married couples out there who loathed each other and only saw each other when required to by law.
And yet, despite all of this, he thought the law had really worked out for him. He would never have found Luna otherwise. The law had helped him find love. True, honest, proper love.
He spent the days when he was allowed to go to Hogwarts in a state of acute anticipation. He could hardly wait for the days to be over. He watched the clock obsessively. Fred found it irritating, amusing and strangely sweet in equal parts.
Men were not sweet, he had reminded Fred. Fred had nodded seriously and then burst into laughter.
The other days he was bored, sluggish, weary. He just couldn't be bothered. Everything was different, dull, boring without Luna around. He just couldn't get excited about anything.
Today happened to be a Thursday and there were just a few more hours until he could be with Luna again. He was allowed to spend the whole night there. It was a little awkward at first, especially when they were surrounded by other students and teachers and spouses. It was weird all going off to the bedroom chambers together all knowing exactly what was going to happen next. They were essentially being rounded up to sleep together. They tried to make sure that it wasn't like that for them. They always sat down and spoke first; sometimes George would bring a meal with him. They made it like a proper date. It felt less seedy that way.
Other students told horror stories about their own experiences. Many people complained that it felt cheap and dirty being forced into these bedroom chambers. They wanted to go for walks on the grounds, sit down and eat together. McGonagall had insisted that no spouses were allowed to even come to the evening meal. The spouses were only allowed in during the evenings, after dinner, and they should leave before breakfast. This she was strict upon.
He checked his watch again for the fifth time in the last five minutes. Fred coughed pointedly. George blushed. The ever present Angelina smiled.
The hours seemed to drag by awfully slowly. Twice he found himself wondering if Fred had done something to the clock. Maybe time had just slowed down entirely… That was ridiculous, he told himself firmly, now concentrate on your work.
Finally, the time came to Floo over. He bid Fred and Angie goodnight. They just about managed a goodbye (they'd been making eyes at each other all afternoon – and they thought he was bad).
He checked his hair. Not that Luna would mind, or notice, what his hair looked like, but he still checked. Like always.
He was excited and nervous all at once. He felt odd when Luna wasn't there. His arms ached when she wasn't in them. His eyes constantly searched for her, even though his mind knew exactly where she was. He was always nervous about seeing her. Part of him, a silly, worrisome part, always wondered if his feelings, and more important her feelings, would change due to their seperation. He fervently hoped not. He was always wrong. The little part was always wrong. The feelings were always exactly the same, strengthened if anything.
He arrived at Hogwarts a bit early. Like always. The Hogwarts students were still eating their evening meal. He could hear the rumble of voices and snatches of laughter from the side chamber. Oliver Wood strode over and clapped him on the shoulder in greeting. "Alright mate?"
"Not too bad. You?"
Oliver pulled a face. "Not great to be honest, George. Full day of training, completely knackered to tell the truth and I had to drag myself over here in time." He tutted and shook his head.
"You don't mind though, do you? Alicia's a great girl." George wondered which man in his right mind would ever have a problem with marrying Alicia Spinnet.
"Well, she's…alright." Oliver said lamely, suddenly aware that George and Alicia were very good friends.
The doors opened then and a tide of Hogwarts students entered. Some looked nervous. Some looked bored. Some, like Luna, looked around eagerly to find their partner.
"See you around mate." George said to Oliver, already moving towards Luna. Oliver might have acknowledged his words, he might not have, George wouldn't have noticed either way.
Luna all but ran across the room towards him, flinging herself into his arms. These days she was far more forward. She didn't care what people thought. She held his hand quite publicly, kissed him in front of everyone.
He caught her and spun her around, delighting in the feel of her in his arms and the sound of her laughter. She reached up to kiss him.
"I've missed you." She mumbled against his lips.
"I've missed you too." He told her earnestly.
He found himself smiling subconsciously. He was with his Luna. Everything was just perfect.
