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Don't let the muggles get you down,
Jewels
Harry Potter's patronus took them all by surprise. It had been four months since Fred and Hermione had officially started dating and Luna and George had officially not, much to Luna's disappointment. The four of them had been cleaning the shop, since the last of the customers had left, when the silver stag appeared in the dimly lit shop. Their faces were all illuminated by the glow from the stag as they listened intently to the message.
"Urgent, but do not panic. Requesting assistance as soon as possible please," Harry's voice said, before the stag dissolved into the air.
Being Harry's best friend, it was Hermione's job to panic. When Harry said that something was nothing to worry about, usually there was something to worry about. Fred tried to console her, pointing out how calm Harry had sounded, but nothing said made Hermione stop fretting. Only when George stated that they would be leaving by Floo Powder right away did she calm down, if only a little bit.
As soon as the four had flooed to the Burrow, Hermione ran at Harry, who had been pacing in the living room, demanding to know what was wrong. Harry grinned at how panicky she was. "Mione, calm down. I was being serious about not panicking. Look, guys, I want to ask Ginny to marry me, I'm just not sure how, where or when to do it. That's where you four come in."
Fred laughed out loud, causing Hermione to hit him on the shoulder. "Alright, mate, I've got an idea," Fred said, putting an arm around Harry's shoulder. "How bout you propose after her next game?"
Harry looked skeptical. "But what if she doesn't win?"
"It'll boost her spirits - "
"And give us something to celebrate!" George finished, grinning at the Boy Who Lived. Harry's skeptical frown turned into a confident grin.
"As for how," Luna began, "you could compliment her on the game, then compliment her on her appearance and personality, then perhaps on her lack of wrackspurts, they're dreadful you know - "
"Luna's onto something," Hermione exclaimed, "but, instead of wrackspurts, propose to her!" Luna smiled at Hermione, happy to have been of help.
"You four are brilliant!" Harry cried, hugging them all tightly.
Luna sighed as she watched Fred and Hermione. Hermione was giggling as Fred planted numerous kisses upon her head. Luna had never felt this way towards another person before, but she desperately wanted to have a relationship like that with George.
"Well, aren't you looking dismal! What's up, Luna?" George sat next to the petite blonde, glancing up at his twin and Hermione. "Is it something they did?"
Luna shook her head, saying, "No . . . I think the wrackspurts have just been making my brain go fuzzy . . . That's the only explanation for the way I feel . . ."
"Is there anything I could do to help?" George asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.
Luna gave a bitter laugh. "A kiss would be nice," she muttered. She obviously hadn't intended for George to hear - or thought that he had heard - because she just placed her head on her hand, ignoring George, continuing to stare at Fred and Hermione.
But George did hear her. At these words, his confidence was given a mighty boost. This meant she liked him. Luna, the girl who he fancied, liked him! He decided he was finally going to make his move.
But before he could lean in to kiss her, a tiny owl tumbled into the room, with a letter addressed to the four of them. "Thank you, Pigwidgeon," Luna said, taking the letter. The owl flew off, obviously not expecting a reply. Fred and Hermione came over so that they could all read over Luna's shoulder.
"Dammit," Fred hissed. Hermione hit him lightly. "I forgot that Mum wanted us to help prepare for Percy and Penelope's wedding. We better floo over there."
George let out a tiny sigh. Next time, he told himself. Next time you'll have your chance.