George was about to go to sleep when he heard someone crying. Luna. George jumped out of his bed and ran into Luna's room thinking she was hurt. When he walked into the room, Luna was curled up in her yellow chair, crying.
"What are you doing her?" Luna question, wiping the tears from her face.
"Well, I heard you crying, I thought you were hurt or...or something," George answered. He went and sat on her bead facing the chair.
"Are you alright?" George asked. He hated seeing her sad.
"Yes," Luna started, "Actually. No. What is wrong with me, George? Why is my life such a disaster? Your family, everyone is so happy. My life has been a series of disasters. Is it something I did wrong?" Luna asked, she was sobbing.
"No. You are perfect, Luna. It's what other people did wrong that screwed up your life. You couldn't have stopped it," George told her.
He grabbed Luna's hand and pulled her toward the kitchen. Once she was sitting down, he grabbed two slices of cake. One for him. One for her. Cake always made George feel better.
"When Fred died, I was doing much worse than you are. I drank all the time and I wouldn't talk to anyone. It took me a long time to even start to be happy. Luna, you're bloody perfect, anyone would be happy to have you," George said looking down at his plate.
Luna was watching George. She realized he had no shirt on and he looked very good. Her skin started to tingle. Before she realized what she was doing, she pulled George's head back and started to kiss him. To her surprise, he kissed her back. A few minutes later, George picked Luna up and they continued to kiss as he carried her down the hallway.
Once they were on Luna's bed, Luna took her top off. Her heart was racing, but for some reason, what she was doing felt right. Once her top was off, George stopped.
"I can't do this," George said panting.
"Why? Because you know I will still see you in the morning, so you can't have a one night stand? " Luna asked angrily.
She pushed George off her, at least he could admit he didn't love her, unlike Henry. Luna walked into her bathroom and slammed the door. Why the hell had she been so stupid? George would never love her. No one would ever love her. She was Loony Lovegood.
Luna sunk to the floor and cried, her life was a disaster.
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George knew Luna didn't understand. He knew she thought he was like Henry. The real reason he stopped her was because he thought Luna would regret it. And he would hate nothing more than that.
He wrote her a note trying to explain it and left it on her bed. He didn't want to face her in the morning, so he decided to leave the shop and go and stay at the Burrow for the night. The place where everything started.