Back in 5th year. At the burrow for the first time. I stare around my past hurriedly, but from George's view. There's a light feeling in the air, like everything is great, the world is at ease finally. It feels like there's a summation, a conclusion to something. This must be how George felt after leaving school. There's a buzz in the air, and it's knocking on the Weasley twins' door.

"George and Fred Weasley!" a voice rings across the land of Weasley and Ginny and I both visibly wince. Molly's found out.

"I always hated this memory" Ginny leads me into the Burrow, indicating the kitchen where she is quivering. I don't remember this, so I must be just traveling here. In my enchanted car, on the brink of something new, wand stuck behind my ear and butterbeer corks plinking and plunking with the bounce of the road.

"Disaster zone!" a young Ginny calls to the house. Molly rears on her, bearing down like a raucous bull and Ginny quickly races to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

"IS THIS TRUE?" Molly's voice rings through the house, the pipes around Ginny's room nearly shuddering. I place myself behind George, almost as a sign of support, but Molly's glance does not falter from Fred and George.

"IS IT TRUE?" Molly repeats. The twins merely sink a little lower in their places.

"What do you two think you're pulling? This is not a joke! This is life!"

"We know Mum-"

"It's not like we haven't thought about it-"

"Hush!" Molly screams again and the Ginny besides me shivers.

"Mum!" Fred yells as George glares at his twin for a split second.

"Get out of my sight!" Molly yells and the boys thankfully take their reprieve. A car pulls up to the Burrow and I realize it must be me. Harry and Hermione will arrive in a few hours time.

Outside, George and Fred are hurriedly scurrying out of their window; apparating would be too loud for a mother's hearing. They run towards my car and the memory comes rushing back to me.

They kidnap me, to be honest.

They rip me from the car, my favourite book tumbling into a puddle of mud, and race towards the forest. Just as we reach the edge of the woods I feel a familiar tug on my body and I'm back in George's old room.

Back in the Burrow, Ginny settles into a comfortable sofa without a tense muscle in her body.

"You treat that like an everyday experience" I comment, clenching my arms and physically relaxing them.

"Did you always know?"

"I don't think I ever thought anyone could like me."

"Yeah, I know how that feels," she smiles serenely, a sudden cloud hanging in her eyes. I sigh deeply, wondering who she's in love with nowadays.

"Oh my, Fleur!" I hear Molly squeal from the kitchen.

"Fleur Delacour?" I ask, already sitting up.

"Yeah, Phlegm. Maybe Francois is with her," Ginny says breathlessly.

"Francois?" I ask as I hear a loud bang issuing from the Weasley kitchen.

I finally manage out to the kitchen when I'm swept up in a swing and a soft kiss is placed on my lips. I groggily open my eyes to George's freckled face.

God, I adore those freckles.

I kiss him again, my feet off the floor and I feel his lips tug into a smile without meaning to, and a laugh erupts from his lips.

"It's so great Luna" the words spill out of his mouth quickly. I grin.

"I told you, didn't I?"

"Yes you did" he says breathlessly when a loud string of country music arises and Molly is doing a loop-de-loop with Ginny, Fleur is clapping her hands and Fred is excitedly tapping his feet. George places me gently on a hand carved stool and tells me about his day.

"We did it Luna, we got the next big thing."

I smile happily at George's enthusiastic telling of 'the next big thing' when I notice, just past him, a sullen looking male is brooding on another stool. His face is strong, with pale blue eyes and blonde hair.

"Who's he?"

George spins around, glancing at the new visitor.

"That's Francois, Fleur's personal assistant."

I laugh, "are they all blonde?"

"I think so" George agrees and runs a hand through my hair, pulling it down my pale shoulders and onto my collarbone. I lean into his touch, shivers running down my spine, and kiss him on the nose.

"Aww, zey 're so coote!" Fleur declares cutely and I nearly jump "Bill and I 're stell laik zat, eveen though he es verreh busee." She pulls an extra sad look and everyone aww's.

"I need you to meet someone George," I add very sternly, his face drops and I giggle "she's my 'other' editor. Her name is Elladora Greendrop." His face brightens exponentially.

"I'm great with best friends" he grins and snakes his arms around my waist.

"I hope you're great with scathing, Ella won't take it easy on you."

"I have a secret weapon."

"Do you?"

"Yes, it's called about eight thousand charming brothers."

"Oh you are not! You can't bribe my best friend."

"Why not? Charlie's over in Diagon Alley…"

"George Weasley!"

"What?" I tisk.

"Luuuna" he coos, knowing I can take forever to talk again (forever being until he snogs me into oblivion and I have to yell). I upturn my nose.

"You have lovely boogedy's."

Ginny laughs, having been listening in on our conversation. I don't budge a smile.

"You spend ALL DAY away from me, tell me you're coming in late, then tell me you're going to bribe my best friend? No, Weasley, no."

"Luuuuuuuna," he coos longer, pressing his forehead against mine "I love you."

Ginny gasps loudly enough for the celebrations to stop. I gulp as everyone stares at me.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious! I've done a lot of growing up since school ground crushes," his eyes are completely focused and I start to notice the pattern in his freckles, sprinkled across his nose and cheeks and eyelids, I smile, "you know I have Luna. I love you, and it's so embarrassing to say it in front of this family." I see his neck begin to go red.

"I love you too" I say, surprisingly without tears in front of the Weasley's. He brings me into a hug off the stool with a gleeful yell. He finally sets me down and I see Ginny offering Francois a sausage link. A small smile finally cracks his stone features.

"I'm really going to bring Charlie though, Elladora Greendrop will like him," he says challengingly.

"Oh fine," I say nonchalantly "she needs a good guy. This seems to be a family populated with them." I nudge his chin.

"You seem so ruffled about it now" he says sarcastically and nips at my shoulder.

"I had to get your attention somehow sweetie."

"You're a sly one, Lovegood."

"You've met your match."

Getting dragged to the forest, my newest robes started to get ripped to ribbons by sharp branches and prickles lying around on the ground. My shoes were already muddy, but the boys ahead of me didn't care. They tore through the forest, picking up speed with every natural corner and dodging prickle bushes and other magical flora with expert precision. George had a tight grip on my hand, making it white and ghostly, as my legs kicked out from under my rapid run, trying to keep pace with the two. I was thinking about my book, lying by the car on the ground, barely read, and how excited I was to be coming to the burrow. Now I was in its woods.

Fred and George had halted and were now scrambling around the dimly lit forest. Their wands were beaming down beaten trails and oddly moved branches, like they'd been placed there, and the boys were examining the gnarled knotholes on trees. George suddenly tapped and Fred moved closer. I peered around the tree to see if anything was happening, but the boys seemed satisfied enough.

"Come on" Fred whispered, slipping behind the tree. George had already disappeared. I thought he had walked behind the tree, but as I intended to follow Fred I was confronted by a fully formed tree, and nothing but blank forest, unruffled and untouched. I almost whispered a curse when I saw a freckled hand rip through the physical barrier of the tree and grab my arm, pulling me towards solid wood. I shut my eyes tight, allowing my muscles to clench simultaneously in readiness for impact.

I floated through the tree.