George awoke early, his eyes slowly blinking open, drifting over to the calendar on the wall. The date struck him funny. Valentine’s Day, he thought before a grin spread across his face. Slowly and carefully untangling his limbs from Luna’s, he slipped off the bed, thankfully unnoticed. Hopping in the shower, he got dressed and was happy to find Luna still peacefully sleeping. With that, he walked out of the flat, through the shop and out into the streets of Hogsmeade. Walking for a few minutes, he finally came across what he wanted to find. Going inside and making his purchase, he walked back through the small town, bouquet in hand, gaining the grins of lovestruck witches who appreciate a romantic gesture. Going back into the flat, he snuck to the bedroom quietly. Brushing a strand of hair from her face, his free hand cupped her cheek before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Wake up, Luna,” he whispered, trying to be gentle. When her eyes slowly slid open, the corners of her lips tugged up into a smile. “I have something for you,” he grinned, slowly pulling the flowers from behind his back. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”