Two Ginny/Luna drabbles
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rynneOkay, here's two short Ginny/Luna drabbles, because I couldn't help myself *g*. Both are rated G. Enjoy, and please do comment.
Her fingers were entangled in red hair, spread out like burning flame against the cool green grass. The girl twirled her fingers around and felt the other smile because they were lying cheek-to-cheek. The other reached, buried fingers in blonde scraggly hair, hair that would be curly and soft if brushed out properly, but she didn’t care. Hair wasn’t important, not with this one next to her, so close that she could feel every breath the other took and the warmth just there beneath the skin. Sometimes she wondered if the fiery hair affected body warmth, but hair wasn’t important. This was important, this being here, with this person, forever.
The other, for her part, could feel the grass crinkling beneath her every time she moved her head, cool dewy shoots sliding beneath the crimson strands and feeling almost like rain on her scalp. But it was nothing compared to the fingers in her hair and the girl pressed so close to her that she could feel her heart beating against her own chest, a pounding rhythm that she could never get tired of hearing. This was what was good, this girl and her other, and what they both wanted, and needed, and had.
***
Ginny sat down on the grass with a sigh. “Ron seems to think that I should be dating Harry,” she said without preamble.
Luna looked up from the blades of grass she was absently braiding together and blinked. “Does he really?” she asked, but looked down again, as if not expecting an answer.
But Ginny wanted to talk to someone, if only so that meant she would not be denting her brother’s head with a borrowed Beater’s bat, and Luna was the best choice because they were something like friends and somehow romance was easy to talk to Luna about, so she replied, “He keeps bothering me about those feelings I had ages ago,” conveniently overlooking that she’d only gotten over her crush of three-and-a-half years a year and a half ago, “and seems to think that now that Cho and Michael have gotten together, that’s the cue for Harry and I to hook up.”
“They’ve broken up again,” Luna said matter-of-factly, still braiding together bits of grass. “I think the only reason they went together in the first place is that he was rather angry at you and Cho is a beautiful older girl.” She said all that without a hint of a blush on her cheeks. Ginny wondered how she did it. She turned red when talking seriously about romance, like she had when she was eleven and hero-worshipped Harry. “I think he wanted to make you jealous.”
Ginny blinked, taken aback. “Jealous?” she repeated. “Of Cho? Why?”
Luna shrugged, trying off the ends of her grass braid and handing it to Ginny. Ginny took it automatically, then looked down and saw a bracelet just big enough to fit on her wrist made out of braided grass shoots. She turned it over in her hands and slipped it over her palm. “He probably wants you back,” Luna replied. “He wants to make you jealous, or at least flatter you by immediately going out with the prettiest girl in Ravenclaw once you two broke up.”
Ginny blinked. She hadn’t thought about it that way. “A rather perverse form of flattery, then,” she said, trying to collect her thoughts. “I mean, yelling at me and then deciding to parade around with Cho rather than just talk to me.”
“That’s boys for you,” Luna said, tucking a few stray strands of scraggly blonde hair behind her ears. “It’s one of the reasons why I don’t have much to do with them, I suppose. And they aren’t very interesting, are they?”
Ginny smiled and raised an eyebrow. “They can be,” she replied, thinking of the way Harry flew and the way he dueled. “But most of them aren’t.”
They were silent for a bit, and a breeze came up and caught Luna’s hair, whipping it around her face. Ginny thought she looked rather fetching that way, especially since she wasn’t even trying to tame it. On an impulse, Ginny leaned forward and brushed the flyaway strands out of Luna’s face. Her fingers accidentally brushed the other girl’s cheek, and tingled when they made contact. Luna cocked her head to the side.
“Ginny,” she asked, “do you like girls?”
Ginny’s eyes widened and her breath caught. Almost before she knew what she was doing, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Luna’s in a clumsy kiss before leaning back, her face flushing bright red.
“Does that answer your question?” she asked shyly, pressing cold palms to her cheeks in an effort to cool them off.
Luna smiled. “Yes,” she said, pulling one of Ginny’s hands away from her face and holding it gently. “I think it does.”
Her fingers were entangled in red hair, spread out like burning flame against the cool green grass. The girl twirled her fingers around and felt the other smile because they were lying cheek-to-cheek. The other reached, buried fingers in blonde scraggly hair, hair that would be curly and soft if brushed out properly, but she didn’t care. Hair wasn’t important, not with this one next to her, so close that she could feel every breath the other took and the warmth just there beneath the skin. Sometimes she wondered if the fiery hair affected body warmth, but hair wasn’t important. This was important, this being here, with this person, forever.
The other, for her part, could feel the grass crinkling beneath her every time she moved her head, cool dewy shoots sliding beneath the crimson strands and feeling almost like rain on her scalp. But it was nothing compared to the fingers in her hair and the girl pressed so close to her that she could feel her heart beating against her own chest, a pounding rhythm that she could never get tired of hearing. This was what was good, this girl and her other, and what they both wanted, and needed, and had.
***
Ginny sat down on the grass with a sigh. “Ron seems to think that I should be dating Harry,” she said without preamble.
Luna looked up from the blades of grass she was absently braiding together and blinked. “Does he really?” she asked, but looked down again, as if not expecting an answer.
But Ginny wanted to talk to someone, if only so that meant she would not be denting her brother’s head with a borrowed Beater’s bat, and Luna was the best choice because they were something like friends and somehow romance was easy to talk to Luna about, so she replied, “He keeps bothering me about those feelings I had ages ago,” conveniently overlooking that she’d only gotten over her crush of three-and-a-half years a year and a half ago, “and seems to think that now that Cho and Michael have gotten together, that’s the cue for Harry and I to hook up.”
“They’ve broken up again,” Luna said matter-of-factly, still braiding together bits of grass. “I think the only reason they went together in the first place is that he was rather angry at you and Cho is a beautiful older girl.” She said all that without a hint of a blush on her cheeks. Ginny wondered how she did it. She turned red when talking seriously about romance, like she had when she was eleven and hero-worshipped Harry. “I think he wanted to make you jealous.”
Ginny blinked, taken aback. “Jealous?” she repeated. “Of Cho? Why?”
Luna shrugged, trying off the ends of her grass braid and handing it to Ginny. Ginny took it automatically, then looked down and saw a bracelet just big enough to fit on her wrist made out of braided grass shoots. She turned it over in her hands and slipped it over her palm. “He probably wants you back,” Luna replied. “He wants to make you jealous, or at least flatter you by immediately going out with the prettiest girl in Ravenclaw once you two broke up.”
Ginny blinked. She hadn’t thought about it that way. “A rather perverse form of flattery, then,” she said, trying to collect her thoughts. “I mean, yelling at me and then deciding to parade around with Cho rather than just talk to me.”
“That’s boys for you,” Luna said, tucking a few stray strands of scraggly blonde hair behind her ears. “It’s one of the reasons why I don’t have much to do with them, I suppose. And they aren’t very interesting, are they?”
Ginny smiled and raised an eyebrow. “They can be,” she replied, thinking of the way Harry flew and the way he dueled. “But most of them aren’t.”
They were silent for a bit, and a breeze came up and caught Luna’s hair, whipping it around her face. Ginny thought she looked rather fetching that way, especially since she wasn’t even trying to tame it. On an impulse, Ginny leaned forward and brushed the flyaway strands out of Luna’s face. Her fingers accidentally brushed the other girl’s cheek, and tingled when they made contact. Luna cocked her head to the side.
“Ginny,” she asked, “do you like girls?”
Ginny’s eyes widened and her breath caught. Almost before she knew what she was doing, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Luna’s in a clumsy kiss before leaning back, her face flushing bright red.
“Does that answer your question?” she asked shyly, pressing cold palms to her cheeks in an effort to cool them off.
Luna smiled. “Yes,” she said, pulling one of Ginny’s hands away from her face and holding it gently. “I think it does.”
