best friends

chapter 16. marking.

Weeks passed since George found Luna sleeping over with Fred. George, being the prankster he is, held the information of Luma sleeping with Fred as blackmail but quickly let it go when Luna  growled at him and threatened to scare off any possible new dates he thought about bringing over in the future.

Luna was currently in her flat, picking up the mess that seemed to grow and grow by the day whenever Fred visited. Since he was a frequent visitor to luna's flat, he had his favorite sofa chair that Luna always left open for him but he always had to fight elle for. One time, elle ever went as far as clawing every time Fred neared the chair. He'd look over to Luna  for help but she'd only laugh and tell him to pick a new chair or face the wrath of elle. Needless to say, Fred was always leaving the flat with new scratch marks.

And they weren't from Luna.

She had finally moved into the kitchen, magically putting the dirty dishes to wash themselves and other items to put themselves away. With a smile gracing her lips, she watched as all the items that were putting themselves away were all going to her newly deemed 'Fred cabinet'. He had managed to stock a cabinet in her kitchen with all his favorite snacks and juices that didn't have to be refrigerated since he could just cast a cooling charm on them.

With the kitchen now spotless, she rummaged through the cabinets and refrigerator for something to make for dinner but came up with nothing. Tonight was going to be the first night that Fred would be over with her without her being on her Veela potion. Every time that she remembered Fred would be over later in the night, her body hummed with excitement and she knew everything would be okay. It all seemed right.

In the previous weeks, she attempted another talk with Fred about marking him and got further with him than the first talk. She told him of the mind link they could share if he marked her also but he agreed that that specific link would probably cause trouble with them so early in their relationship. They had joked about Bill's predicament with Fleur for a moment before deciding that she should try to mark him soon. Hence the reason she was stopping the potion.

Sighing, and figuring that there was nothing to make for dinner, Luna decided it was best to pick food up from somewhere else before Fred arrived.

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"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" George smugly grinned across the kitchen table at Luna; setting down containers of food he had brought over. "I'm pretty sure you and Freddie will need some supervision tonight."

Luna mocked glared at the twin standing across from her and crossed her arms over her chest. "George," she deadpanned. "If you do not leave, you being Fred's twin won't stop me from hexing you into oblivion."

"Touchy." He held up his hands in surrender. "I'll be sure to tell Mum you and Fred are having too much fun to enjoy the food she so kindly sent over for you." He sprinted from the kitchen just in time to hear some heavy object collide with the door that had shut behind him.

"If you mention anything about having fun," Luna caught up to him before he could step into the green flames that were waiting to spit him out at his next destination. "I'll be sure to let it slip to your Mum that you've been having fun with half of the magical female population without her knowledge."

George pouted and surrendered. "Fine. You win." And without saying a goodbye, he stepped into the flames and disappeared from Luna's flat. If there was anything George Weasley was terrified of, it was his Mum on a quest to marry him off to any witch he showed interest in.

And lately, he'd shown interest in a lot of female witches, but only for one thing and one thing only. He was still young and he'd be damned if he had to settle down at such an early age.