For the Fanon Pairings Competition (pairing: georgeluna; word: butterfly; phrase: "he's not coming back, George"; colour: blue; song: 'lego house' by ed sheeran, specifically the lines "And it's dark in a cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm / If you're broken I will mend you and I'll keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on now"); the If You Dare Challenge (639. Empty Thought); the Pairing Diversity Bootcamp (24. jester) and the Song Fic Bootcamp (song: 'lego house' by ed sheeran; 44. heartbroken)

The blonde-haired girl in front of him danced fearlessly in the rain.

But then, she had never been one to care about who saw her acting childishly or what people thought of her.

Theirs was a rather odd love story, to say the least. The jester and the dreamer, not so much opposite as much as two parallel lines that would never meet.

Or at least, they shouldn't have met.

But then, she had been the only one strong enough to make him face the truth after the war.

It was rather ironic when he thought about it. His entire family was from Gryffindor, yet they were the ones who had tread softly and gently around him as he moped for the lost piece of his soul, too afraid to say anything that might break him further. His parents had babied him; his elder brothers had tried to convince him to joke and laugh again, and the rest of the people he knew had taken to talking in whispers and hushed voices when he was around. The entire world had decided that he was like a piece of porcelain that would break if even the slightest bit of pressure were applied to it.

And then she had come, a blue plant she called a Fluttering Firefly bush in hand. To keep the good memories alive, she had said. To make sure that Fred's laughter was never forgotten.

His mother had burst into tears and hadn't let her go for nearly half an hour.

But as soon as she had spied a glimpse of him, withdrawn and broken, she had decided to make him her new project. She had been determined to bring him to life again, and it was she, a Ravenclaw, who had had the courage to tell him, "He's gone, George. He's not coming back, and he wouldn't want to you to live like this," to make him face the truth.

It had been her who had forced him to reopen Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes, telling him that work would take help to his mind off of the memory of his twin's body.

She had been right, of course. Returning to shop had helped, even if it had simultaneously reminded him of the fact that Fred was gone. The Burrow reminded him of Fred's death, the shop of his life. It had been so much easier to recover once he was out of his childhood home.

But even after he had started to recover, she continued to come to visit him. Instead of odd plants and creatures, now she bought with her chocolates and photographs, little items designed to make him smile.

And despite himself, he found himself falling deeply in love with her.

She was like a White Monarch Butterfly, he thought, oddly coloured and yet beautiful all the same, fluttering from place to place, bringing happiness and healing wherever she went.

Maybe they were an unusual pair, but in a way, they were perfect for each other; two unique people in a world that rarely appreciated individuality.

Asking her out – asking her out had been the greatest risk he had taken in his life. He was still fragile, and had she said no, he had no doubt he would have fallen and shattered upon impact.

But she had simply smiled, and told him to meet her at The Savoy River Restaurant in Muggle London.

She had always been full of surprises.

Luna Lovegood was a precious creature, the only person who had been able to mend all his broken pieces. He would never be as complete as he once had been, but she didn't care. She loved him as he was, spell-o-taped together with pieces missing.

The world might have seen her strange and odd, but that was okay with him. All that meant was that there was no better man who would attempt to steal her away from him.

If he could keep her forever, it still wouldn't be long enough for him.

"George? Are you coming?" a musical voice asked, breaking into his thoughts.

He looked up to see her in all her beautiful glory, a hand held out towards him, looking like an angel beckoning him to heaven.

"Of course," he murmured, throwing him a smile. He wasn't about to waste a moment that he could spend with her. That much, he had learned.

A person didn't let a precious jewel out of his sight, and that was what Luna was for him – precious and irreplaceable, the woman he would spend the rest of his life with.

So he got up and went to dance with her in the rain, allowing her smile to remind him that even though he had lost a piece of his soul, he had gained another to help fill the gaping hole in him.

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