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Finding Home for jandjsalmon

I am still working on the requested fics! I promise! And to proove it to you I bring you this little gift for jandjsalmon who was one of my first ever LJ friends and one of the first people to EVER pimp one of my fics on her LJ. You are a dear and darling lady, Jess and your hubby and adorable children are lucky to have you!!

Her request was for George and Luna either having a baby or buying a new house.

Title: Finding Home
Rating: PG-13 (a wee bit of innuendo)
Pairing: George/Luna
Warnings: None
Summary: George and Luna are looking for a new house and get more than that in the bargain.

A/N: It seems that all of my George/Luna fic so far is falling into the "Elemental"-verse. Not that you need to have read that or "Specific Charms" to enjoy this fic.

Finding Home

This was the seventh place they had been to in three days. George did not think that Hogsmeade could have so many houses for sale. It seemed that Luna had found them all. The problem was that this was not a house. It was an empty lot where a house had been maybe a century ago, if not longer. George was currently watching his new wife walk around the barely visible foundation. She would stop at each corner, mumble a spell and set down her wand on the ancient stone. The wand would spin for a second and then come to rest, each time pointing directly to the middle of the lot.

“This is the place,” Luna stated in her usual matter-of-fact tone before turning to face George, her face lit with a wide, hopeful smile. “Don’t you think so?”

Now, George Weasley loved Luna Lovegood more than he had ever loved another person in his entire twenty-two years of living. But that did not mean that he completely understood her. They had been married a month ago, as far as the rest of the wizarding world knew: elopement was not in Molly Weasley’s vocabulary when it came to her children and neither was accidentally magically marrying your girlfriend when you shagged her on a worktop in the back of your place of business that you had unknowingly placed a binding marital fidelity charm on.

So, the public ceremony had taken place a month ago and George and Luna had been staying in the same flat as Fred and Angelina for the past month. Needless to say it was time for all four of them to have more privacy. George did not really see how spending his well-earned Galleons on an empty lot with an old foundation would be of much help. But Luna had been most displeased with the previous six houses they had looked at and she was smiling at him. George had a very difficult time denying Luna anything when she looked so happy.

“If you really want this lot, it’s yours.” Famous last words, George thought as Luna bounded to him and kissed him with a bit more fervor than was really appropriate in front of the old wizard who was selling the place.

“It’s going to be perfect,” Luna replied after disentangling her hands from George’s hair and stepping back to survey the empty ground.

“It seems we will be taking this piece of land off your hands, sir,” George called back to the elderly wizard who had put some distance between himself and the amorous newlyweds. The man nodded and smiled as George bent down and whispered in his wife’s ear. “Now can we get back to our room at the pub? ‘Cause there are a few things I’d like to be taking off of you about now.”

“Oh?” Luna asked as George circled his arm around her waist and pulled her back against his body. “Oh!”

Luna laughed as she Apparated back to the Three Broomsticks. George was amazed. Luna could start a sentence on one side of an Apparition and finish it on the other as if she had not just magically turned her body inside out and upside down in a fraction of a second. It was one of the things that he truly admired about her, he thought as he popped his ears and regained his bearings.

George was preparing to chase his wife up the stairs to their room when the couple was hailed unceremoniously from a table at the back of the room.

“Oi! George! Luna!” His little brother was standing and shouting next to a rather embarrassed Hermione. And George waved back as Luna began to make her way over to the table.

“Ron sit down,” Hermione whispered rather loudly and covered her face in her hands. “You don’t have to announce to the whole restaurant that your brother is here!”

“What’s wrong with that? There is hardly anybody here, Hermione. Well except Professor Flitwick. Hello Professor!” Ron smiled and waved at the diminutive man who was at the bar speaking with Madame Rosmerta. Flitwick waved back smiling widely and Hermione raised her in a halfhearted wave.

“It just isn’t polite to scream at people across a room, especially in public.” Hermione rolled her eyes as Ron huffed.

George chuckled as he pulled out a chair for Luna next to Hermione. His brother and Hermione had been married right after the war, and they still fought like they did when George was in his fifth year. Luna turned and smiled at their former professor and Flitwick climbed down from the tall barstool to approach the table.

“Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley,” he nodded at Ron and Hermione, “And the latest Mr. and Mrs. Weasley; I wanted to congratulate you on your recent marriage. You could not have found a finer woman, George; I think that she might even rival yourself in her wand work.” Flitwick smiled down at Luna, “Although I must say her marks always did a better job at reflecting her talent than yours.” Hermione laughed out loud, and George shot her a dirty look.

“Thank you professor,” George shook the small man’s hand as he spoke. “How’s my swamp holding up?”

“Oh brilliantly!” Professor Flitwick clapped his hands and chuckled. “I believe that our new Professor Longbottom’s pet toad has taken up permanent residence there. I am sorry that we lured him away to Hogwarts,” Flitwick glanced at Hermione, who had until recently been working with Neville at the Ministry.

“Oh I don’t think that there was any trickery involved Professor,” Luna added. “Neville always wanted to teach Herbology.”
“I have to agree with my sister-in-law,” Hermione smiled as this was a rare admission on her part even now. “I was there when he received the Headmistress’ owl. I have never seen him happier.”

George watched as Luna smiled when Hermione referred to her in such familial terms and was struck by just how much Luna deserved the happiness that being a Weasley brought. Her childhood had been so difficult, having lost her mother at such a young age. And having to actually see it happen… George shuddered to think of what it would have been like to see his own mother die. Molly had been more than a mother; she was a force of nature as constant as the tides in her children’s lives. Growing up without that was something that George could not even imagine.

And yet Luna had managed such overwhelming grief at such a young age and still grown into the amazingly optimistic woman that sat before him. She was so beautiful. Her open honesty, her intense love and the fact that happiness seemed to practically seep out into the air around her made George nearly ache with love for her. He slipped his hand under the table and grasped hers as Luna was saying goodbye to their former professor. George passed his thumb over her fingers wanting her to feel the gentle appreciation in his touch. She turned and looked at him as her lips curved into a soft smile.

“Oh it will be nice to have Neville so close when we finish the house,” Luna said squeezing George’s hand in her lap. “We can have him and Susan over for dinner anytime they want. I am sure they will be glad of the privacy. Hogwarts isn’t a very private place. And then they will most likely get a house in the village too when they are married.”

“You lot are moving here?” Ron asked an odd combination of surprise and happiness on his face.

“Yeah we bought a lot this afternoon. We’re going to start building on it as soon as we get the paperwork sorted out.” George smiled, now a bit more excited about being able to build a house exactly the way they wanted rather than taking over someone else’s former home.

“Really?” Hermione asked almost gleefully. “We are going to make an offer on the house on the far end of High Street!”

“Oh that one was a lovely house,” Luna nodded, “I can see that its alignment would be perfect for you and Ronald. It will make a happy home for the two of you and your children.”

“Yeah, and our lot is just down the lane that leads off to the north,” George said. “It’ll make it easier on Mum when she is trying to hover over all her grandchildren!” George laughed at the thought of his mother surrounded by little redheaded children and spoiling them all rotten.

“Yeah,” Ron joined in smiling, “there will be Weasley kids roaming the streets in gangs!”


After a more enjoyable dinner than George thought would have been possible with his annoying little brother, George and Luna made their way up the stairs to their room.
The door closed behind them and George shrugged off his robes, hanging them in the wardrobe. He turned to Luna as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. She had kicked off her shoes, shed her robes and her fingers were on the buttons of her shirt.

“You’re beautiful, you know.” George said cheekily as he toed off his shoes. Luna smiled sweetly back at him.

“I told you I wouldn’t need a nightgown,” Luna stated her eyes resting on George’s bare chest. Her feet followed her eyes and she was standing directly in front of him, delicious expectancy in her wide blue eyes. “Take my clothes off.”

It was not a question, but in Luna’s manner of speaking it was a request instead of a demand. George smiled as he cupped a hand under her chin. Having him undress her was something she enjoyed, she had told him so one morning at breakfast, saying she enjoyed it almost as much as undressing him. It was a beautifully fair trade, in George’s mind.

“I like knowing that our children will have lots of cousins,” Luna stated as George set his nimble fingers to the buttons of her shirt. “It’s almost like they will have friends as soon as they are born.”

“They will,” George said as confidently as he could, while he slipped the white cotton over her shoulders. Still now, after all the love that they had shared, she could have his heart breaking for her simply by stating the facts of her childhood. Their children would never know the loneliness that Luna had. George slipped one hand into the silken strands of Luna’s hair, tilting her head back. His other hand traced her spine down to the waist of Luna’s skirt as he pressed his lips to hers. And Luna would never have to know that loneliness either, not as long as he had breath.


George looked to the clock. Three in the morning? He had been roused when he rolled over to drape an arm over his wife and found an empty bed. He rubbed a sleep-numbed hand across his eyes and glanced around the room. Luna was sitting, completely nude, at the small table in their room. There was a solitary candle to light the table, her wand was behind her ear, a cherry sugar quill was in her hand, and the table was covered in parchments.

“Luna?” George pushed himself up on his elbow and blinked in the seemingly bright light. His wife turned away from her writing and allowed her eyes to wander over George’s bare chest before speaking.

“I will fix that love bite on your neck before we go to your parent’s house for dinner.” She smiled and turned back to her parchment. George pulled his free hand up to rub his neck, still staring at Luna.

“Love, what are you doing?” George fumbled on the nightstand for his wand and sat up to summon the pitcher of water and a glass from the other side of the room.

“I am working on our home.” Luna replied as if it were obvious; which to her, things usually were, George had learned. She wrote something down and then waved her wand over the parchment, her brow wrinkling as she studied the result. “I believe that we will have to have your workshop in a shed in the back garden, because the only other place that it would fit is under the nursery, and that would not be the safest place, I think.”

“No, no it wouldn’t.” George chuckled, before another realization stopped him. “Do we need a nursery, um, right now?” George stood and crossed the room to stand behind Luna, pulling her hair back in his hands and allowing the long strands to flow through his hands.

“Not now,” Luna turned a quizzical gaze up at George, somehow portraying the idea that he must be daft. She turned back down to what he could now see were blueprints of the house that would be built on the foundation that they had purchased the previous afternoon. George slowly let out a breath that he had not even realized he was holding.

“Oh,” George chuckled at himself, and sat down to look over Luna’s plans. They were rather detailed and he barely had a chance to notice that a myriad of spells were written across almost every line she had drawn before Luna went on.

“The baby won’t be here for almost nine months, George. The nursery should be ready long before then.” Luna went on, sketching a line and then scribbling more spells.

George gaped. He couldn’t breathe, and his knees were giving way. He placed his hands on Luna’s shoulders trying to steady himself and made his way to the chair next to hers. The Baby? George knew it was a possibility, he had paid attention to that part of the talk that his father had given him and Fred when they were thirteen. He and Luna had not been terribly careful about any kind of “family planning,” since the public celebration of their marriage. Before that George had “taken care of things” as he knew that while elopement was bad, a child born less than nine months after a wedding would have gotten him even worse treatment from his mother. But so soon?

“Are you… I mean we are… I mean… nine months?” George turned to look at Luna, feeling a wild mix of fear and amazement. “You already know?”

Luna put down her quill as if finally realizing that George needed her attention at this particular moment, and took his hand in one of hers. The other reached up to stroke George’s cheek.

“I felt it when it happened,” Luna smiled at George’s befuddlement. “It woke me from the loveliest dream about our new home. So I had to get up and make sure that I got everything down on paper.”

“Tonight?” George almost squeaked. “You mean it happened tonight? And you already know?”

“Yes, I think that it was around one o’clock in the morning. I didn’t check the clock, but I am sure that it happened. The spell won’t work for another few hours, though; so I can’t show you until at least sunrise.” Luna said all of this slowly as if she knew that she had to fight through the racing thoughts in George’s mind.

“So tonight,” George swallowed; he wanted to get all of this straight, “When we made love…”

“We made a baby too,” Luna stated simply. “So do you think that twenty meters from the house should keep our home out of any possible blast zones?”

“Yeah, yeah, that should be plenty of cushion,” George answered automatically doing the calculations in his mind. “Just make sure it isn’t on the same side of the house as the nursery.”

“Of course not, the nursery is in the front so the loud noises won’t wake the baby. And we can use one-way sound dampening spells on the walls so that we can hear the baby, but she won’t be able to hear us.”

“She?” George was swiftly going insane, or maybe this was all a dream that he was having. He pinched himself. It hurt. Bugger, if he was going insane he might as well enjoy the ride. “Luna you know that Ginny was the first girl born to a Weasley in a very long time. It really isn’t very likely that we are going to have a girl.”

“George, we haven’t done anything the way every one else does. Our daughter won’t either.” Luna was laughing at him. She turned back to the parchment and scribbled a few more lines before she yawned. “I think that is everything that I dreamt about. I am going back to bed.” As Luna stood and stretched, George’s eyes fastened on her abdomen which was a grand testament to the weight of her news as they usually fell a few inches lower when she was nude. “You are welcome to watch me sleep if you want, but I would rather you did it from beside me than the chair.”

George nodded and followed his wife to bed. There was no use asking her how she knew that he would not be able to sleep or how she knew that he would feel better about not sleeping with her body warm beside his. She knew-- that was all, and he loved her more for it in that moment. George slid under the covers and Luna fitted her head into his shoulder. George wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she hooked one leg over his.

“I love you,” she whispered into his skin and George squeezed her closer to him.

“I love you,” he answered as he watched her fingers tracing swirls and circles across his chest. George watched as the movement of her hand slowed and finally stilled. He watched as her shoulders rose and fell with the steady rhythm of her breathing. He watched as her eyelids fluttered and he knew that she was dreaming. George watched until he realized that his heart, as afraid as he was, might break just a little if Luna had been wrong. With that thought, George kissed Luna’s sleeping forehead and closed his eyes.


George slowly came back to consciousness, and Luna’s body was still warm beside him. He opened his eyes to find hers staring at him in the early morning sun. She smiled and George could not help but smile back. He ran a hand through Luna’s bed-tousled hair. It glowed like a halo in the slanting rays of the sunrise.

“We’ll need to use both wands for the spell.” Luna motioned to the bedside table where George’s wand sat, and the early morning conversation that George had with his new wife came flooding back. George sat straight up, instantly and completely awake, and smartly knocked Luna in the head with his shoulder as he did so. There was a loud ‘thunk’ and Luna fell back wincing in pain.

“Oh gods!” George felt sick to his stomach looking over to see Luna with her hand on her head lying back against the pillows of their bed. George was over her in an instant, her head in his hands and placing kisses all over her face. “I’m so sorry. So sorry, are you okay? Love, I didn’t mean… oh Merlin, Luna sweetheart… Great Godric I am such a clumsy git!”

George felt like beating himself in the head for being so careless, for hurting his wife, the mother of his child. The realization washed over him again, and he felt another wave of nausea. But Luna began to laugh.

“Darling, I’ll be fine. It isn’t nearly as bad as the knot that you left on my head when we made love in the loo of that muggle pub on our honeymoon.” Luna sat up and touched George’s face. “And it is no where near what I did to you that night we were in the field behind your parents’ house. I should have checked for rocks before I threw you down like that.”

“No, but, I mean, now…” George trailed off finally meeting Luna’s laughing eyes. He smiled sheepishly. “Okay, it wasn’t as bad as that. You still remember your name right?”

“Yes, and I remember that you were supposed to be getting your wand love,” Luna turned and reached for her own wand and then laid back on the bed waiting for George.

“Right,” George grabbed his wand and looked down at Luna. “What do I do?”

“Just this.” Luna took his wand and placed it with hers in her hand. “Now just cover my hand with yours and I will say the spell.”

George did as he was told and watched in wonder as Luna passed both of the wands over her bare abdomen while whispering an incantation. George held his breath and waited, even though he had no idea exactly what he was waiting for. Luna moved the wands back toward George and that is when he saw it: a deep purple glow sprung from Luna’s skin and met the tips of their joined wands.

He wasn’t sure how he knew, but George was positive that purple glow was coming from his child: he and Luna’s child as it made its way to her womb. George finally ripped his eyes away from the thread of purple light and looked at his wife. She grinned at him and suddenly he was kissing her. After a several long moments, Luna broke away and looked up at her husband. Her gaze was serious but soft.

“You aren’t afraid anymore.” It was a statement, and it was true.

“No, no love. I’m not afraid.” George settled his head on Luna’s shoulder and she ran her hands lovingly through his flaming hair. “I just want to get that nursery finished in time.”

Luna chuckled.

“We will, and it will be perfect.”


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Jul. 30th, 2006 11:56 pm (UTC)
Gah, that was lovely! I love how Luna just knew instinctively, and the way she told him. Also, his love for and protectiveness of Luna ("and Luna would never have to know that loneliness either, not as long as he had breath") was really well done and sweet. ♥
Jul. 31st, 2006 01:50 am (UTC)
Awe thanks dear! I am glad that you enjoyed it.
Jul. 31st, 2006 12:14 am (UTC)
I have to say you may have the best characterization of Luna around. I really like that you don't take away her quirkiness and I'm now totally hooked on the pairing of George/Luna :)
Jul. 31st, 2006 01:53 am (UTC)
Ah Ha! Things are all going according to my plan!

I am glad that you like my version of Luna, I have become quite fond of her myself :D
Jul. 31st, 2006 12:18 am (UTC)
Oh, this was just lovely! I seriously love your characterization of Luna over anyone else's I've read. You manage to capture her quirkiness without making her this weird freak.

This was just so sweet. And I love how your writing style is simple, yet you manage to convey so much and really bring the characters to life!
Jul. 31st, 2006 01:54 am (UTC)
Thank you! I just see Luna as different not a freak.

I am glad that you enjoyed the story!
Jul. 31st, 2006 03:29 am (UTC)
I loved it. Your Luna is great, and your George is just perfect for her. I'm adding a link in the George/Luna community's master list, ok?

And I have a friend that is convinced she felt exactly when she conceived her baby. I think it was just wishful thinking of her part, but who knows? She did have a baby nine months after, so... it could be.
Jul. 31st, 2006 04:56 am (UTC)
I don't know about feeling conception, but I did feel the implantation (which was probably 12-16 hours later), and I knew from that point on that I was pregnant. It was the longest wait in the world until I could check like 3 weeks later with a home pregnancy test. My OB said that women who are very aware of their bodies and have strong observation skill often can feel implantation, so, why not Luna sense conception (or your friend for that matter)?
Jul. 31st, 2006 05:07 am (UTC)
I guess you are right, then. As I have never been pregnant, I can't really say that I have experience on the matter. I remember thinking it was so weird when she told me, but now...
Jul. 31st, 2006 04:53 am (UTC)
Ga...this was so lovely! I know I always say this, but your Luna is go great, and the interaction between them is marvelous. I love her unfazed bluntness. You make them work so well together. Thanks for the amazing George/Luna ride!
Jul. 31st, 2006 10:33 pm (UTC)
You are welcome! And thanks so much for reading and reviewing!!
Jul. 31st, 2006 06:03 am (UTC)
typo alert!

"There was a loud ‘thunk’ and Luan fell back wincing in pain."
Luan-} Luna

change it before you send it off to any archives. ^_^;

I enjoy your Elemental universe very much; it's so sweet and fluffy but not gag-worthy sugary. how *do* wizards construct houses? i believe that this is a plot bunny that demands exploration. also, trevor setting up house in The Swamp is just one more thing on the list of why neville must end up back at hogwarts, no matter what.
Jul. 31st, 2006 10:34 pm (UTC)
Good catch!!


I am glad that you aren't finding it tooo cotton candy sweet and ooky LOL
Jul. 31st, 2006 06:19 am (UTC)
Jul. 31st, 2006 10:35 pm (UTC)
Jul. 31st, 2006 12:25 pm (UTC)
I just love your Luna - she is so sure of herself and doesn't seem awkward at all. Great stuff.
Jul. 31st, 2006 10:35 pm (UTC)
Thanks poppet, I like her too :D
Jul. 31st, 2006 05:37 pm (UTC)
Oh that was so good! I love your George/Luna fics. :-)
Jul. 31st, 2006 10:36 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I am glad that you are liking them!
Jul. 31st, 2006 07:59 pm (UTC)
Lovely, lovely! So sweet--I love George's rollercoaster from annoyance to pleasure to shock... and back to joy.

The section about George's pain at imagining Luna's childhood is so lovely--because of course Luna herself wouldn't necesarily feel that way. But George--twin and one of seven--certainly would.

My wife was very aware of the moment when the zygote (?) implanted with our second. Luna of course seems like the preternaturally sensitive type.

She is, after all, a witch. ;-)
Jul. 31st, 2006 10:37 pm (UTC)
Yeah I figured if anyone would know that quickly, it would be Luna :D

I am glad that you enjoyed it! Thanks for your kind comments!
Aug. 1st, 2006 05:22 am (UTC)

I don't think anyone has ever written a story specifically for me before. You truely are wonderful!!! The story is brilliant and as soon as I get home from my vacation (and back to my high speed --- "Frack this cursed dial-up") I am posting the link on my George/Luna recs.

Thank you SO much!! ;)
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Jul. 28th, 2007 02:48 am (UTC)
Lovely! Fics like yours make my love for this couple bigger and bigger! Plz dont stop writting this pairing
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