Blonde Bombshell
Author's Note: Thank you for the fantasy, next chapter will be the lovely yet time-consuming waterfall braid. But this chapter is weird, disgusting, and ick. But I love some reviews (:
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Chapter Four: Wet
"You shouldn't worry so much." Lee warned as they exited the train. George shrugged slinging his backpack across his shoulders.
"I don't think is Helm is seriously into your girl."
"She's not my girl." George protested, not even believing himself.
"Yeah yeah whatever, just so you know, no one cares that she's 15. She's hot. Plain and simple." Lee said with a wave of his hand.
"Great to know, really." George replied sarcastically.
"Anyway, if you want to cry some more, I'll be at home so don't hesitate to owl me. "
"See you later." George clapped Lee on the back and waved to Lee's parents who stood a little bit away. Turning George saw his doppelganger give a final kiss to Angelina who quickly burst into tears before appariting away with her parents.
"Fred! I can see your face! Have you always had that mole?"
"Shut up, at least I have a girl. When will you just tell Luna you want her?"
"Why do you care?"
"We spent all that time charming that Picasso painting for you to not use?"
"Van Gogh. Van Gogh is the flowers. Dali is the clocks."
"Awesome, but seriously, if you can get Luna now, you can spend the rest of the year in those rooms."
"That's definitely the way I want to spend time with my girlfriend."
"Shut up! Get a girlfriend before you make judgments."
"Why are you guys arguing?" Ginny interrupted, derailing the twin's discussion. Both twins set their eyes on their younger sister who had raised eyebrows.
"Not important. Why don't we move on?" Fred announced not waiting for Ginny to respond. Not wanting to see Helm say goodbye to Luna, George followed his brother. The group met next to the exit doors all watching the streams of water pelt down. What sucked was that they needed to get outside and to an enclosed area for the twins to apparite everyone to the Burrow. Luna was the first to step outside. George followed her lead and soon the teenagers were walking down the street. They searched for a wall and finally an alley way was in site. George looked around each person, each more wet and unfortunate looking than the next. Ginny's jacket was soaked. Hermione's hair was already becoming frizzy and George wondered how Harry could see with all the water on his glasses.
"Why don't you take the girls?" Fred suggested his animosity towards his brother gone. He simply wanted to be warm again.
"Sure." Fred disappeared, Harry and Ron on his arm. The girls crowded around George and they too disappeared in a flash of light. After the flash George opened his eyes to find himself in the meadow only steps from the door watching his mother usher everyone inside with towels.
"I like the rain." Luna announced still latched onto George's arm. He smiled down at her, forgetting Helm entirely.
"Why?"
"It's like swimming." Luna answered sweetly. She looked up and George swore that the drops slowed to land on Luna's face. Her hair was soaked but it still managed to look perfect.
"Luna, I love swimming but maybe it's enough for one day." The two were the last in the door and were immediately encased in warm fluffy towels. Mrs. Weasley immediately started assigning shower line ups. Fred and George got first dibs due to seniority and while in his shower George wasn't ashamed to admit he fantasized about Luna coming inside and giggling as he shampooed her hair. Back downstairs George helped his mother clear up the kitchen table then seeing Ginny and Luna's backpacks still on the floor he picked them up and had barely set a foot on the stairs when Fred came jogging by something dripping out of his hand. George didn't catch a real look at it but felt the liquid seek through his shirt. He tore it off, yelling to his mother that another needed to get sent into the wash.
"Hey Gin, would brush my hair?" Luna asked sitting in front of Ginny's vanity mirror. Ginny nodded and started carefully breezing through the tangles.
"Gin, mom needs you to cut some avocados. And here's you girls stuff." George stopped and put the bags on the threshold. Ginny's annoyed face was evident.
"Okay, I'll be back Luna." Ginny handed over the comb.
"Ginny! Come on, don't be mad! I'm sorry." George said pulling his sister to his chest. Ginny laughed and accepted then promptly disappeared down the steps.
"Need some help?" Luna met George's hazel eyes before looking back at his stomach. Quidditch definitely did a body good. It was unfair, Luna thought. Just one taste and I'd be satisfied or crazier.
"Can you?" Luna questioned holding out the brush.
"Of course. I apologize for any pulls." George wasn't bad. He ran the brush through slowly. Luna loved how his fingers felt going through her wet hair.
"Hey kids." Ginny said walking back into the room giving her brother a look.
"Ginbelle." George said finished with the hair.
"Lou, would you help me with that yoga stuff?" Ginny asked looking directly at George. He rolled his eyes and left to retrieve another shirt. Not being able to stay away he walked back downstairs to see the two girls stretching in the living room. Luna's crop top showed her feather naval piercing. George sat on the couch watching the girls work out.
"George, can you stop staring please?" Luna giggled in the scorpion pose.
"I'm not staring."
"Yes you are."
"Ow, Lou. No wonder you're in such good shape. This hurts." Ginny said, standing up. As Ginny left the room, Luna slowly retracted the pose to stand up.
"Your hairs still wet." George observed.
"It takes forever to dry. " Luna said sitting next to George on the couch and reaching out for her copy of Frankenstein that rested on the end table.
"What is that?"
"Frankenstein. It's this book written by this very charming muggle Mary Shelley."
"Read it to me?" George asked rubbing his head against Luna's arm. Her hair stuck to his cheek and the scent was wonderful.
The past week at Hogwarts had been dreary. Every day, at various times the sky would open and pour and pour and pour. The worst part was that no student was ever near their dorm when it happened, so that meant they had to spend an hour in the great hall with everyone else pressed against each other. It felt like an army of wet squirrels. George hated it but unlike others he was able to forsake the wet clothes by keeping supplies in the paintings.
George was walking back from his advanced mathematics class, the sun shining, when he looked up to see the sun being bombarded with a stretch of clouds. Taking in his location, he realized he was close to the clock painting. It actually worked out well because he'd be able to finish his math homework before Fred insisted on working on a new project.
"Hello George." Turning his head George found Luna sitting on one of the retaining walls.
"Lou, hey. It's going to rain, you know?" George leaned against the wall.
"I know, but I hate reading in my common room. Everyone is always so loud." Luna shrugged putting her book into her backpack and hopping off the ledge. George didn't respond already feeling the rain begin to fall.
"You want to wait in the Great Hall with me?"
"Actually, you want to wait somewhere else with me?" Without hesitation, Luna nodded. Directing Luna to the main hallway but heading left to the library. George signaled with his lips to be quiet as to not alert the librarian of their presence. Similar to a dream George had but not even romantic, the two entered the painting.
"You want a towel?" George asked trying not to notice that Luna's clothes stuck to her thin frame.
"Yes please." Once the towel was in her hands, Luna started drying off her hair not even worrying about her hair.
"Lou, if you don't mind, I'm going to change, okay."
"No go ahead."Luna's heart started to pound. George was changing in front of her. She watched him tear off his shirt and marveled at his well developed chest. After he replaced his shirt, he set his eyes his eyes on his pants, unaware he wasn't the only one. A memory flashed back in Luna's head, making her blush. Second year, she was standing outside one of her classes with her friend Jenny when these two girls walked by. They both peeked inside Luna's class and pulled Lee's girlfriend, at the time, from the class. When Lee's girl asked what they needed, one of the girls asked if she knew where the twins were. When Lee's girl asked why, the girl said that the other girl wanted a Weasley boy. Then she did some weird gesture that mimicked an elephant trunk. A little while later, the gesture made sense and Luna uncovered that the Weasley boys were stacked with major meat. And as George pulled down his pants that was all Luna could think about.
"I don't have clothes that would fit you, Lou but I can get something warm."
"Sure." Searching through a pile, George eventually handed over a loose sweater.
"Do you want me to turn around?" He asked slowly.
"You don't have to." Without a shred of insecurity Luna slipped out of her clothes. The feather charm set in her naval made her look like a gypsy. And the blue pushup bra made her breasts bounce. George felt dirty watching but he liked it. He wanted to taste her and feel everything. Was this normal, he questioned? For young and innocent Luna to be nearly naked in front of George?
"Thank you for allowing me to invade your personal space, George?" Luna pulled on the sweater and took a seat against the wall.
"It's no problem Lou. We're friends." George followed Luna's lead and sat next to her.
"Really, we are?"
"Of course, Lou, I really like you."
"Thank you George, I just felt like you thought I was a child."
"I mean you're young but that doesn't matter. Like, when you're 19 and I'm 22, trust me, I won't notice it."
"But you notice it now?" Luna asked sounding defeated.
"At this moment?" George asked wondering where Luna was taking this conversation.
"Yes."
"I…I'm not sure."
"Okay, I understand." George didn't understand how Luna's brain worked sometimes. Well, sometimes was putting it mildly. Like 90% of the time, he didn't understand. But then he really didn't.
"Hold on, what did you mean by that?"
"Nothing." Luna stated with a smug grin on her lips. George stared at her wondering what to say. Then he focused on her hair. The curls had become more defined but the ends were still damp. He craved to reach out and touch them and feel the texture but doing so might constitute as weirdness.
"Lou, how do you feel about me?"
"About you?" Luna repeated. George nodded, ready to hear it.
"I want you. So bad. I just want to touch you and feel you. I want to feel you inside of me and I want you every second."
"George did you hear me?" George blinked and looked up. Luna stood there, her book tucked under her arm.
"No, I'm sorry what?" Luna giggled and pointed her thumb behind her.
"Dinner's ready. It's time to eat." His mother stood at the kitchen doorway ordering everyone to wash their hands.
"Good, I was ready to eat anyway."
I'm terribly sorry that I'm awkward and I hope that ya'll like this. I'm a terrible person for making you guys wait for so long. And I hope you didn't wait for crap. I hope you like this. And review, please. Criticism helps.