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The Gryffindor common room was alive with raucous cheers and bursts of laughter as students celebrated their House Cup victory. The air crackled with excitement, and butterbeer flowed generously. At the center of it all, Harry Potter was, as expected, surrounded by adoring fans and well-wishers. Ginny clung to his arm, laughing and whispering things into his ear, while Ron and Hermione hovered nearby.
Luna Lovegood sat by the window, knees tucked beneath her as she sipped from her butterbeer, watching the flicker of the enchanted lights strung around the room. She didn't care much for the crowd gathering around Harry or the noise filling the space. Her attention was elsewhere, humming to herself as she stared at the ceiling, counting invisible creatures no one else could see.
Fred Weasley, catching sight of her, weaved his way through the throng of students, plopping down beside her with a lopsided grin.
"Enjoying the party, Luna?" he asked, tilting his head. "I see Ginny left you to fend for yourself."
Luna blinked, slowly turning her head toward him with that dreamy, distant look. "Oh, I'm not alone, Fred. Or George... I’m not sure which one you are," she mumbled. "The Narglestars are keeping me company tonight. They’re attracted to tipsy people, you know. They hang around until the butterbeer wears off."
Fred quirked an eyebrow, amused. "Narglestars, huh? Sounds like top-tier company. Are they the kind that give you advice or just silently judge your life choices?"
Luna smiled, taking another sip. "Oh, they’re not judgmental. They just twinkle and float around. Very peaceful creatures."
Fred’s grin widened. At first, he had wandered over just to check on Ginny’s odd Ravenclaw friend, but Luna’s whimsical chatter started to grow on him. The butterbeer didn’t help, everything about her seemed softer, more alluring in the dim glow of the common room. His gaze lingered a little longer on her than he intended, trailing over her lips as she spoke so earnestly about invisible creatures.
A strand of pale hair slipped over her shoulder, and Fred found his hand brushing against it before he could stop himself. The silky texture slipped through his touch, and he twirled it, savoring the moment before letting it fall. He wasn’t entirely sure why he did it, but the act left his heart beating just a little faster.
She didn’t seem to notice, too focused on following the movement of her imaginary companions.
Fred chuckled, leaning back against the cushions. "Well, it’s good to know you’re in such fine company. But if you ever feel like switching things up, my brother and I could make pretty convincing Narglestars."
As if on cue, George passed by, laughing loudly at something Seamus had said. Luna’s eyes followed him briefly before flicking back to Fred. A small frown appeared on her face. "Which one are you again?"
Fred swallowed hard, struck by the dazed look on her face. Something about her, that weirdo airhead vibe that usually kept people at bay, now seemed like a cutesy, dreamy thing that lured Fred in more than he’d expected.
He leaned in closer. "Want to play a game to find out?" Please say yes, he chanted in his head. His usual confidence was somewhat lacking today.
Fortunately, Luna’s curiosity piqued immediately. "What kind of game?"
Relieved by her enthusiasm, Fred gave a subtle signal to George, who quickly caught on and made his way over, his own grin mirroring Fred’s.
"Luna, did you know that you can tell a person’s aura by their kiss?" Fred asked, his tone as smooth as silk. "You can sense it—colors and all. I imagine you can tell what our auras are like by now."
Luna, thoroughly intrigued, considered it for a moment. "I suppose I do. Fred, yours is orange with minty edges. George is more orange with cherry red undertones.”
George glanced at Fred and shrugged. "Sounds right to me."
Fred laughed softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Luna’s cheek. "Let’s put it to the test. We’ll cover your eyes and kiss you one by one. You tell us who’s who based on their aura."
Luna, despite never having kissed anyone, felt no nervousness, only excitement. "Alright. That sounds fun."
George exchanged a quick glance with Fred, the silent 'I see why you’re into her' flashing across his face. Fred gave a small tilt of his head. Who knew Luna Lovegood could be this cute?
Fred grabbed his scarf, gently tying it over Luna’s eyes. Her lips curved into a small smile as the fabric met her skin, light and airy, with the subtle scent of leather and a fresh, cool trace.
"Ready?" Fred whispered against her ear, his breath tickling her skin.
Luna simply nodded.
George was the first to lean in, pressing his lips against Luna's with a playful eagerness that lacked restraint. His kiss was careless and confident, a reflection of his usual mischievous demeanor. Luna leaned in curiously, shifting forward until the space between them almost disappeared. The kiss broke after a few moments, leaving a faint warmth on her lips.
Before Luna could fully process it, Fred gently nudged George aside, taking a quick look around the common room. This time, he wasn’t just checking for trouble, he was making sure no one would interrupt.
Fred’s gaze returned to Luna, and as he leaned in, something shifted inside him. His lips brushed against hers with a tenderness he hadn’t expected, and the faint peppermint taste left his head spinning. Her lips were impossibly soft, yielding beneath his, and for a fleeting moment, Fred felt himself being drawn deeper into the sensation. It was intoxicating, almost addicting, but he forced himself to pull away before it lingered too long, matching the brevity of George’s kiss to keep the game fair.
Luna was so mesmerized by the new feelings that she sat in stunned silence for a few heartbeats. Her fingers brushed against her lips as if trying to hold onto the sensation, her silvery eyes wide and almost dazed beneath the scarf.
"Well?" George asked, leaning casually against the armrest. "Which one taste like mint, and which one’s cherry?"
When she finally spoke, her voice came out quiet and airy, almost as if she were speaking to the Narglestars she believed floated around them. "I can't tell..." Her brows furrowed ever so slightly, her lips parting in the smallest pout. Before any of the twin even have time to suggest, she said. "I think I need to try again. Just to be sure."
Fred exhaled slowly, watching her, and something stirred deeper, past the playful game, past the casual mischief. There was something about her trust in them, in him, that made him hesitate. But George was already leaning in again, eager to claim his turn.
This time, Fred didn’t stop him right away. He watched the way Luna’s delicate fingers brushed lightly against George’s shoulder as the kiss deepened. A prickle of something unfamiliar curled inside Fred’s chest: possessive and unfamiliar.
When George finally pulled back with a satisfied grin, Fred moved in swiftly. His hand cradled the side of Luna’s face, thumb brushing beneath her jawline as he kissed her again. This time, he didn’t rush. His lips pressed more firmly, his other hand finding her waist as the kiss deepened, longer than before, longer than George’s. Her cold, delicate fingers curled around the back of his neck, pressing into the heat of his skin, sending a quiet shiver down his spine.
Fred was the one to pull away, breath uneven, but he stayed close, his forehead resting against hers. His lips brushed faintly over her cheek, and when he spoke, his voice dropped so low he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to hear it.
"You can tell it’s me… can’t you?"
Luna’s scarf slipped, and her eyes opened slowly, locking onto his without hesitation. She said nothing at first, but Fred felt her answer in the quiet way she studied him, like she already had what she needed to know.
Then her lips curved in amusement. Fred was certain the Narglestars she spoke of had long since disappeared.
"I'm not sure…" she said, but the playful tone was unmistakable, the kind of mischief the Weasley twins could always recognize. "Maybe if we tried again, somewhere private. I might have an answer then."
Fred’s stare narrowed, catching the flicker beneath the innocence she wore so well. Oh, she was trouble. She knew, but she wasn’t ready to stop the game. She didn’t want to choose, not yet. Classic Ravenclaw greediness, always wanting to know more, to have more, as if stretching the moment could bring even better answers.
But something shifted in him. He wanted to give her more, anything, everything, but not with George. Not anymore.
George, oblivious to the shift, straightened, clearly ready to follow Luna’s lead. Fred pressed firmly against his brother’s shoulder, stopping him before he could take another step.
George raised a brow, smirking as realization set in. "Fair enough," he muttered, the glance he shot Fred laced with amusement.
Fred leaned in closer, his lips brushing Luna’s ear as he murmured. "We can keep this going… but next time, just me and you."
His hand slipped over hers, trembling slightly. He wondered if she felt it, if she sensed the fear beneath his words. Fear that maybe, to her, just him wouldn’t be enough.
A blush creeping up her neck as the meaning behind his words settled over Luna. Her bright eyes held Fred’s, as she found the words that would surely satisfy the Weasley boy standing in front of her.
"That’s cool with me. I’ve always liked the taste of mint better."