This is the first fanfic I've done in more than 2 years, and the first time I've ever written a HP centred one, let along George x Luna. It was fun though, I forgot how much fun it is to write.. Anyway, I hope you like!
I don't really know where this is going, but it's going to be fun finding out..
George Weasley and Luna Lovegood both belong to J.K Rowling, as well as other mentioned characters.
George slowly opened his eyes, squinting, and then clapped them shut again. A sudden pain shot through his head as he began to wake up. His arms and legs ached, and his senses told him he was not alone. Suddenly he remembered where he was.
Opening his eyes again, this time prepared for the unnatural brightness of the room, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked around at the other patients of St Mungos.
There were some he recognised, and some he didn't. Cut faces, people with limbs in casts, and people like him, who just needed a rest really.. The only common factor was that most of these people seemed to be teenagers, people his age, and almost half of them with piles of battered uniform folded neatly next to their beds.
Hogwarts students. George's headache got stronger as he remembered what had happened the night before. The war, the screaming, the loss, the pain and eventually… the victory. As happy as he was that the battle was finally over, that people could finally leave their houses without fearing for their lives, there was a large emptiness inside him which overcame all the good things, making him focus on the negative. A bitterness that consumed him.
Fred.
George felt the feeling within him grow deeper as he thought about that moment. When he walked into the Great Hall, seeing Fred lying there. Motionless, grey, dead.
He remembered yelling, and the burning he felt inside him when he'd seen his twin on the floor. The unbearable burning and how it ran down in tears and made him feel sick. He didn't know how long he'd cried for, how long he'd bawled. Kneeling at his brother's head, his mother sobbing beside him. It felt like hours, almost days until he was able to stop. Although it obviously hadn't been...
George blinked, his eyes felt wet again, and he supposed he should be crying again by now but it didn't feel right here. Not in this confined, clinical space. Surrounded by people whom half he didn't even know. He felt sort of guilty really, not being overwhelmed like the way he'd seen in films and not caring about what people thought of it. Sure he was sad, he felt terrible, worse than terrible. In fact he did feel overwhelmed but also strangely empty, and how that worked out he had no idea. He had so many feelings inside him that he thought they would spill over, but for some reason they didn't. He didn't feel good, he didn't feel bad. He just felt heavy and worthless, like part of him was missing.
The Great Hall had been so packed with students and families, and the infirmary so badly damaged during the battle, that people had needed to be taken elsewhere to be treated. So he had volunteered to be one of the escorts for the injured. In some ways he felt quite guilty, leaving his family mourning like that, his mother was particularly insistent that he stayed. But all he knew was he needed to get away from that blasted place, away from the pain and the grief before he totally cracked.
Something shuffled to the left of him. Looking around he saw a girl standing quite casually in white, hospital pyjamas. Her long hair was curly and bright blond, her skin pale and smooth looking. Why was everything in this place so white?
"Hello, George." She chimed pleasantly, a light smile playing on her contrastingly pink lips. There was something strange about this girl. Why was she so familiar? And how did she know him? Whoever she was, she was making him feel uncomfortable, like she was looking right into him.
It was then that he finally recognised her. Ravenclaw girl. Ginny's friend. Seen her around quite a lot actually, had a reputation for being slightly mad. Went to Bill's wedding..
"Hello," He said, feeling a bit awkward. The girl kept her serene expression, but seemed like she wasn't really listening any longer. He supposed he took a long time to reply
"I'm glad someone else is awake, I was feeling quite lonely by myself. But then I guess I should be used to that." She said softly. Even though the sentence was pretty depressive, the way she said it seemed different. She turned towards him again "I suppose hospitals have a way of making things seem more sad."
Even though this girl was strange, he could relate. The surroundings of the hospital were definitely affecting him, despite the stark brightness. He thought to himself a little until he realised they were meant to be having a conversation, which didn't really sound that bad right now. He needed to get his mind off things.
George looked her up and down again
"What are you in here for?" He asked. The girl looked at him again, she really was an odd sight.
"Nothing really. I had a few cuts and bruises from the fighting, but nothing too serious." She said "But they told me to come, so I did."
There had been a pretty big crowd; he guessed the teachers had wanted to be as safe as possible when it came to medical matters. "They have comfy pillows here." She said dreamily.
George gave a fake smile, though it disappeared in an instant. The girl still watching him, her own face still looking quite blank.
"You seem tired, George." She said, walking a little closer. George felt tired, but not in the normal way. He glanced at her again; now that he could see her closer she was quite pretty. Though still very odd looking..
He gave a large sigh.
"This is the slowest conversation I've ever had." He said bluntly, covering his face with his hands irritably. He felt like just giving up on everything... He didn't feel like pretending to be cheery anymore, he just felt frustrated. Everything seemed so long and boring without Fred, he felt boring. The blonde walked over some more and perched softly on the side of his bed.
"I'm sorry if you find me boring". She said. The sentence sounded weird the way she said it, almost as if she was meant to be replacing something and she hadn't lived up to it. George looked at her through his fingers, and then took a deep breath.
"I don't find you boring." He said "I find myself boring." He wasn't sure why he was telling her this but she seemed to have a way of getting it out of him. The girl looked at him quizzically, but was silent. George looked down at her wrist
'Luna Lovegood', was written on a band. He thought those things were only for people who needed operations, but maybe they did things differently here. Either way, it was nice to finally have a name to put to the face.
'What a funny name', he thought to himself. The girl was still looking at him, but for some reason her stare wasn't making him feel uncomfortable anymore.'Doesn't Luna mean something to do with the moon?' He wondered to himself. He supposed it was appropriate. She was pretty moony-coloured.. George smiled lazily at his own thought, then back at her
"Fancy a walk?"
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