One week, seven days, 10080 minutes. It felt like it had been years. All Luna had done was sleep, eat, and mope. She hadn't gone outside. She hadn't talked to anyone. Hell, she hadn't even showered.
The next day, when Luna woke up, she felt sick. She ran into the bathroom and threw up. She hadn't eaten much, so there wasn't much to come out. She took some advil, made breakfeast, and crawled back into bed.
That's when it hit her. She had sex, sex leads to babies, pregnant people have morning sickness. Luna jumped out of bed and threw on some sweatpants and a clean shirt.
She knew what she had to do. She needed to see a doctor. She decided to look in the mirror before she left. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. Her clothes were disheveled and much too big for her. Not to mention her hair was out of place and dirty. She pulled her hair back, but didn't bother to shower. It wasn't like she cared what other people thought of her.
Luna was out of the Burrow and running down the street when she ran straight into a man holding a large box.
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George Weasley was walking towards the shop, carrying a box of new items, when someone ran into him. He accidentally dropped the box and toppled to the ground. He looked up to see Luna Lovegood. Her eyes were red and puffy. She looked hurt and fragile. Despite all of that, she still looked angelic.
"I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention," She said offering her hand to him.
He took it and smiled.
"Well, if it isn't Luna Lovegood," George smiled.
Luna smiled faintly, "Hello George. I would love to talk but I have to go."
Luna turned to go, but to her surprise, George grabbed her hand. He had been through a lot since Fred's death and could tell when someone was upset. Plus, he knew Ginny hadn't talked to Luna in ages, which wasn't a good sign.
"Luna, are you alright. You look-" George trailed off. He didn't want to say miserable and upset her more.
Even though he stopped himself. Luna burst into tears. She looked so helpless and hurt.
George pulled her into his arms, "It's alright, Luna. I'm here for you. Don't cry. Please don't cry."
George then helped Luna into the shop, made her some pudding (he knew she would want that), and she told him everything that happened to her. He nodded at all the right times, held her while she cried, and told her everything would be alright.