Blonde Bombshell
Author's Note: Thanks for the nice feedback! It really does feel good to be back. This chapter edges right on perverted, just a warning. And I realize none of things Luna does in this story seem plausible but let's just say her desire for George outweighs her weirdness. And both paintings I mention are done by Vincent van Gogh and Salvador Dali.
HELP: If you have any fantasy ideas for George to have, please write them. Indicate what hair type Luna would have than a synopsis of the fantasy. Sometimes I get stuck because the fantasies block me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable. If I did I wouldn't have to go to college and make something or myself.
Chapter Three: Straight
Two days later, George waited at the bottom of the massive steps that led outside for his crew. But as usual, everyone was late. George was a lot of bad things, but he was punctual. He thought back to Saturday. After he and Luna picked out his mother and Ginny's gift, they'd had to meet everyone for lunch, and after lunch Luna was whisked away from Ginny who always needed to know everything. Then on Sunday, George didn't see her at all. He wondered what she did but a terrible screech distracted him.
"Georgey!" Mary Ann Strarksburg. She was this fifth year George made the mistake of hooking up before school began. Before he saw Luna in one of his classes. Yeah, Mary Ann was pretty, in a typical way, but George only wanted one time with her and if you asked him, it was one time to many. He realized much too late that the only thing that exited the depths of her mouth were idiotic sentences about how rich she was. George felt bad for using her but that went away when she started talking. And another bad thing about her was she wouldn't give up. The first month back at school she went around telling everyone they were in love. For four months George watched his back.
"Hey Mary Ann." The tall brunette stood in front of George and stuck her hand on her hip.
"You waiting for someone?"
"Yes, I am."
"You want some company?" No, no, a thousand times no. No wonder Fred always choose actual girlfriends and not random lays. While they were short relationships, none of the girls chased him around campus.
"Hello Mary Ann." Praise Merlin for Ginny. While she had terrible timing, for instance when she witnessed George with Mary Ann the first time, but her timing right then was a godsend.
"Ginny." Mary Ann replied curtly.
"George, would you mind going to pick up Luna? I need to return this library book."
"No, I wouldn't mind at all." Without saying goodbye to his former fling George raced off towards the Ravenclaw tower. He stood near the door and finally Luna emerged, her backpack right behind her. She looked older with faded jeans, leather boots, and her hair straight rather than curly. Her eyes landed on George and she tilted her head as she crossed over to him.
"George, what are you doing here?"
"Ginny needed to return a book so I'm here to escort you madam." Luna smiled and reached for George's outstretched arm. They barely made it past the middle of the center courtyard before George noticed the familiar brown hair of Mary Ann. Acting quickly George pulled himself and Luna away from the path and behind a pillar.
"George, what are we hiding from?" Luna asked her heart pounding not out of fright but due to George's close proximity. She knew if someone saw them from behind, they'd assume the two were kissing.
"Her." Luna followed George's gaze towards Mary Ann Strarksburg, a girl a year older than herself. She was well known around Ravenclaw for being 'open,' for lack of a better term.
"Did you…" Luna's heart ached. Perfect and wonderful George had done Mary Ann?
"Yeah." George admitted sheepishly. He felt awful admitting it to Luna. She was after all 15, an untouched flower. And with half a brain a perverted George wondered for how long.
George waited in the shadows as it was way past curfew and he kept a careful eye on the Marauder's map he often borrowed back from Harry for times like this. Finally, the Ravenclaw door opened and Luna very slowly peeked out. And upon seeing no threat she skipped over to the darker part of the hallway where George waited.
"George."
"Luna." The blonde rushed into George's arms and latched herself upon his mouth in half-a second. He held her butt tightly so they could be pressed as close as possible. After a few minutes George set her back on the ground.
"Are you not wearing shoes?" He whispered only noticing her bare feet right then.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Cause I don't want to, that's why." In the dark, George couldn't see Luna's face but he knew she was probably smiling.
"George where are we going? The Room of Requirement?"
"Nope, somewhere new. I think Filch is getting suspicious. I'm pretty sure I saw Norris with pieces of blonde hair a few nights ago."
"Not my fault."
"Of course not." George pulled Luna along behind him, but he kept sneaking glances back to see Luna in one of her way too short skirts, and this long sleeved v-neck. After going down several corridors and up a few flights of stairs, they wound up in front of Luna's favorite painting in the castle, Sunflowers by van Gogh. Luna was confused. She'd been taught by George a lot of secret rooms and passages, most learned through midnight excursions like these, but this was new. George winked then quickly waved his wand. The top flower bloomed before their eyes and then it swung backwards revealing a room not bigger than an oversized linen closet. It was dark but George managed to cozy it up with lots of candles and a few blankets. It must have seemed obvious what George had hoped for. He and Luna had never consummated their relationship mostly due to George's fear he was somehow sexually warping Luna and Luna's apprehension.
"Is is this new?" They both stepped inside before the painting swung back in place.
"Yes, it is. Me and Fred spent our off period making it. There's another in the Persistence of Memory but don't go in if the top clock reads 1:45. That means it's occupied. Like the bloom outside."
"I love that you remembered that painting." Luna whispered sounding far away. She took a seat on one of the blankets and it took all the willpower George had not to jump her right them. The blonde's straight hair seemed to glitter from every angle due to the candles. George hesitantly took a seat next to her but she pulled onto him until he was on top of her his mouth on hers. They kissed for awhile until George felt it was time to see how far he'd get to go. If Luna let him take off her shirt, he was free to try for her skirt, but he'd never gotten past the skirt. Luna's top went away easily and George easily rid her of her skirt. Soon, all that separated George from unconditional ecstasy were Luna's crème colored bra and panties. Once again he received no protest and his girlfriend's bra was cast away by the fingers of a pro. Every synapse in George's body was on fire as he reached down Luna's perfect narrow hips to skim the top of her underwear.
Fuck. George inwardly cursed as he sat up breathing deeply.
"Is something wrong?" Luna asked sitting up as well as grabbing a handful of blanket to cover her boobs.
"Luna…do you want to do this?" George asked studying Luna's face for any sign of apprehension. If he saw even a glimpse he wouldn't dare touch her. Even if it resulted in a terrible case of blue balls.
"Yes, I really do." She whispered setting her chin on her bare shoulder.
"You promise?"
"George, I trust you." Taking a breath George turned his head to kiss Luna's forehead.
"I love you, you know that?"
"Yes. I love you too." Taking his arm again Luna pulled him back on the floor where George swiftly rid Luna of her underwear. This was it, thought George, the moment.
"George it's never good to do that, you know?" Luna stated matter- a- fact.
"I know, you sound like Fred. He says the same stuff." George took a step back to stretch out behind him. Luna remained pressed against the pillar looking up at him. She turned her head to see Mary Ann still on the prowl.
"And you don't listen?" Luna wasn't hateful at all, but she wanted George and he was her property whether he knew it or not. She vaguely remembered Ginny telling her a few flirting moves. But Luna was awful at them.
"Only for important things."
"Like jokes or Quidditch?"
"You're getting it now Lu." Mary Ann wouldn't quit. It was only a matter of time before she saw him. Luna remembered reading that if a nargle doesn't get the mate they want they try to plot to kill the mate standing in the way.
"I think your unimportant thing is still around."
"Luna, I'm sorry for this in advance. Really, I'm not trying to squish you." George put his arm next to Luna's head to try even harder to obstruct himself, but that red hair was unmistakable.
"It is truly fine George; your scent is quite pleasing. But your thigh is crushing my hand." I'd love your hand to be really close to my thigh, George thought. He looked down to see Luna link her fingers through his belt loops. If she knew how she made him feel, she gave no indication. And if she knew, she was evil.
"What happens at the Weasley house over Christmas?" Really, she was holding a normal conversation while her fingers were mere inches from his…
"The biggest tradition is the actual day. We all sit around and eat breakfast and open presents."
"Sounds lovely."
"Usually, daddy and I look for snow fairies. Then we drink hot chocolate."
"Snow fairies?"
"Didn't you ever wonder what caused snow?"
"You sure that's not code for playing in the snow?"Luna smiled up at George who seemed focused on Luna's mouth.
"George! What are you doing?" Mary Ann appeared on the edge of the beautiful relationship threshold George felt he and Luna could potentially….damn, George thought, what am I thinking?
"What does it appear Mary Ann?" Luna asked sweetly, her eyes up at George.
"It appears that George is up on that Lovegood body." Lee shouted as he ran by after tossing George's backpack down. He continued to smile wickedly until he finally disappeared. Mary Ann seemed to get even angrier at the intrusion.
"I had no idea." Mary Ann said tightly.
"I'm sure you had some idea." Luna replied pulling George's hips to meet her own. George blocked out Mary Ann completely when that happened.
"George! Luna! Come on the carriages are loading up!" Ginny yelled as she marched on trailed by the trio that never separated.
"See you later, Mary Ann. Happy Christmas." Luna said pulling George to catch up with Ginny. She let go of his arm to link arms with his sister and immediately the girls' were talking in hushed tones. George rode to the train station with Lee and Fred and Angelina, who were still latched onto each other's mouths. Ginny waited just outside a section of doors and when she saw her brother she began gesturing wildly. George strode over not surprised.
"Yes, baby sister?"
"Are you sitting with Luna and me?"
"Of course, I'd love nothing more than to sit with my fifteen year old sister. " George replied sarcastically, instantly regretting the words.
"Don't give me that, George. We're in 36." Without another word Ginny walked away and disappeared in the train. George felt dejected for some reason. He was probably upset because Luna now knew of him and Mary Ann and they still hadn't talked about it. He sat in a cabin with Lee and the newly created monster of Fred/Angelina of saliva. After an hour. Lee drifted off to sleep and with the monster occupied George slipped away to apologize to Gin and talk to Luna. He felt good until he saw the glass of cabin 36. Ginny and Dean sat across from Luna and Ryan Helm. Everyone knew of Ryan. He was a sixth year Hufflepuff who was an incredible Quidditch beater. Allegedly, he was offered a contract to a pro-Quidditch team once he finished Hogwarts. George hated the way Ryan looked Luna. He hated how she read to him from her book and he'd make a comment. George slunk off before he could be seen. For a moment he also leaned against a wall, he needed a plan, but he couldn't for the life of him think of one.
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