Okay, I promise that there will finally be some George/Luna loving in a few chapters time, but not too much loving because it's only a T rated story.
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George's plans for the previous day had been to go and run the shop with Ron since he had recently started working full time at the shop again, and Ron had took on the role of shop assistant. However, once Harry and Hermione had shown up for a visit at around 8 o'clock, George was not surprised by his brother's request for a day off.
Luckily for George, a certain blonde was in the room when Ron had asked him.
'You know, I haven't go anything better to do today, and if you don't mind spending your day with me, I'll be happy to help.'' George did not need her to convince him; the idea of spending time with her had already made his day.
They had spent the whole of the previous day together; a day that was not long enough for either of the pair. George's final words to Luna that day had been ''who knows, I may just let Ron have tomorrow off as well.''
As he got up the following morning, George hoped that she would be willing to help him again; after all she could say no, he was technically asking her to work on a day when she could be doing whatever she wanted. Still, as he walked downstairs that next morning he was hopeful. That was until he noticed the empty seat at the dinner table.
''Where's Luna?'' George was looking at his mother as he asked; Luna had always been the second one up after Molly since she had arrived.
''She's upstairs dear. I think something is wrong with her.''
''What makes you think that?''
''Well, she came downstairs not long after I did, as always, but then she took one look at the Daily Prophet your father had left on the table yesterday and ran back upstairs. I don't understand why, the only thing on the cover was another story on Kinsley's reform of the Ministry, nothing that I would expect her to be upset about.'' Molly's perplexed expression mirrored George's feelings.
''Ginny is she in your room?''
''Yeah, but she had gone back to sleep when I woke up, or she could have been faking it.''
George picked up a couple of slices of toast and retraced his steps up the staircase. As he reached Ginny and Luna's room, he went to press his remaining ear against the bedroom door; he wanted to know before he went inside whether or not she was crying; that was something he probably would have to brace himself for.
Hearing no sound, George pushed the door open. She was awake and sitting on the edge of her bed, looking out of the window; her expression distant.
''Hello George''
''Morning'' George walked across the room and sat down next to her.
''Here, Mum said you made a quick getaway this morning so I thought you might want something.'' George held out one of his pieces of toast for her.
''Thank you.'' She took the toast from his hand, smiled at him, and then turned back to the window.
George spotted yesterday's edition of the Daily Prophet on the bed behind Luna, nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. ''Luna what's wrong.''
Luna gave no response and continued looking out the window. ''You can talk to me.''
Unable to deny him anything, Luna turned to him and picked up the Daily Prophet. ''I lost track of time. I didn't realise what the date was.''
George looked at the date on the newspaper's cover; the '5th July', that meant that the date was the 6th June. A date that held no obvious importance to George, but clearly did to Luna.
''It would have been Dad's birthday today. I didn't realise until I saw yesterday's date on the paper.''
''I'm sorry Luna'' George put a comforting arm across Luna's shoulder, she leaned into him.
''George, are you going to the shop today?''
''I was planning to, why?''
Luna pulled away from him, got up and began pacing the room; George was surprised to see her looking embarrassed.
'Well, I was planning on going to my old house to get a few things'' Luna spoke to the floor, desperate to keep her eyes away from George's face. ''and I was hoping that maybe, you would come with me.''
George stood and walked towards where Luna was stood, still looking at the ground. He used his fingers to tilt her head upwards so that she was looking directly at him; just as he had done two years ago at the DA meeting.
''Luna, Ron can handle the shop on his own, I'm going to be with you today.'' Luna gave George a beaming smile, before she wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged him.
''Thank you George''
George felt uneasy as he and Luna approached the front door of her old house, he was sure that if he sneezed it would cause the place to come down on their heads.
''Luna you're sure this place is safe, right?''
''Oh yes, the house had that sort of shabby chic thing muggles talk about sometimes; it never did look very nice, but it's still home.''
Despite her reassurance, George insisted he open the door and go inside first.
''I just want to see if I can find a few of Dad's things, while they are still here.'' George turned to Luna, who was closing the front door behind her.
''Why, what's could happen to them?''
''Nothing, I'm going to sell the house. That way, someone else can buy the land, build their own home and start creating happy memories with their family; just like Mum and Dad did with me.''
Everytime George thought he couldn't admire Luna more; she would go and prove him wrong.
''George could you go into that room on your right and find Dad's paperwork for the Quibbler?''
''Are you selling that too?'' George asked as he walked into the room Luna had asked him to go into.
''I thought that it would be the easiest thing for me to do. I figure the best thing to do is move on, and not to try to hold on to the past.'' Luna replied, speaking to him from the other room.
After several minutes of searching, George finally found the paperwork and went back into the other room where Luna was. He paused in the doorway when he saw her sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, a large coat in her hand. ''Luna, are you okay?''
''Yes'', she got up from her spot on the floor and walked towards George, the coat still in her hands. ''Dad loved this coat; he had it for many years. Whenever I was cold in the winter he would give it to me. I don't think he will mind me taking it. Did you find the paperwork for the Quibbler?''
''Yeah'' George held up the paperwork in his hand as proof.
''Thank you for coming with me George. I know it probably seems silly, but whenever you are with me, I feel like I can face almost anything.''
''It doesn't seem silly, in fact I feel the same way about you.'' George smiled, if only she knew how much he really felt for her.
''I'm actually rather glad you said that. I want to take you somewhere George.'' She tucked her father's coat under one arm, and held out her hand for George to take. Once he took it she apparated them both away from her old house.
George was surprised to find that Luna had apparated them right outside of the door to his shop.
''Luna, what are we doing here?'' She didn't answer, her hold on his hand tightened and she began dragging George through his shop's doors.
''Everything alright George?'' Ron asked from his place at the shop counter, he couldn't supress the smirk that appeared on his face at the sight of the small blonde draging his older brother around the various ailes of the shop.
Luna kept moving, not giving George the chance to properly answer. The only reply Ron received was George shaking his head.
''Luna what are you doing?'' George asked when she finally stopped dragging him and came to a stop, he suddenly realised that they were outside the door to both his and Fred's flat above the shop.
''I couldn't help but notice something yesterday. Everytime you walked past this door you kept looking at it funny.'' Luna's eyes were sympathetic, and George was beginning to feel weary of where this conversation was leading to. ''You haven't been up there have you. Not since he died.''
George knew she wasn't asking, she already knew the answer. ''No I haven't. I can't.''
''George, you were there for me at my house, please let me be there for you now. You have to go in there eventually, and once you do, maybe it will help you move on.''
George nodded. ''I know, it's just, it's easier said than done.''
He tightly gripped on to Luna's hand and for a moment they simply stood and looked into each others eyes. ''Can you go first?''
''Of course, as long as you promise not to let go of my hand. That way I know you not going to make a run for it.'' George reinforced his grip on her hand in confirmation.
Luna opened the door and began to lead George up the stairway into the flat. As he reached the top step, the first thing that came to his attention was that it had not changed a bit. Somehow he imagined that the flat would have changed in the loss of one of its occupants and the absence of the other, but of course it hadn't.
Luna was silent as George's eyes moved to every part of the room, she didn't need to know that this was the twins' flat; the room screamed Fred and George. There were many pictures of the boys; most of them were with their family, some were with the Gryffindor Quidditch team and a couple were of the two outside of the store at its grand opening two summers ago. The room was not incredibly messy, but the various scorch marks on one of the walls matched those on the wall of George's room in the Burrow, and several jackets and scarves had been discarded around various points of the room.
''Thank you for bringing me here.'' Luna turned her attention away from the room and looked at George, the gratitude was as apparent on his face as it was in his voice. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, but just before he did, something inside of him made him move and his lips touched the corner of her mouth instead.
When he pulled away, he noticed that she was blushing as deep red colour. ''Your extremely welcome George.''
As his eyes moved between his former home and the girl standing beside him, George truly believed that he could do anything if Luna was by his side.
Next chapter; George begins to sort through Fred's things, and one of the potential buyers of the Quibbler appears to be more interested in Luna than the newspaper.