Written for Hogwarts (Challenges and Assignments), Pop Music Chart Day.
Prompt: 90s songs — "Sweet Like Chocolate", by Shanks & Bigfoot
You are sweet on the tip of my tongue
You are warm like the rays of the sun...
Luna was not sure what love was. Her father loved her, but his love had tainted when her mother died. Luna looked so like her that his heart had hardened. He could barely stand to look at her.
This was until she met Ginny Weasley. Ginny thought she was strange, but loved her for it. Luna wasn't sure what to make of the redhead. She had never been hugged so much in her life. Ginny seemed to have a fondness for physical contact, and was constantly reaching out, as if to check that Luna was still there. It was small at first — just a bump of her shoulder against Luna's. The blonde wasn't used to it, and had at first thought that Ginny was trying to push her away. But when she tried to move away, the redhead had reached up and encircled her arm with her slender fingers, preventing her from going anywhere.
She was introduced to Ginny's mother, and was pressed into a motherly hug. From then on she was invited to the Burrow for birthday parties and Halloween dress-up parties and New Year's parties. Her father didn't care.
And one New Years, when all the couples around them started snogging just before midnight, Ginny wrapped her thin arm around Luna's waist. Luna turned to her friend, her eyebrows raised in a silent question.
Ginny shrugged. "Don't you ever feel lonely and out of place when everyone else is snogging at midnight?"
Luna tilted her head. "I never really thought about it, to be honest," she replied truthfully.
The redhead grinned. "I've tried snogging boys before. Nothing. I wonder how a midnight kiss with you would be."
Luna stuttered, "M-me?" She pointed at her chest incredulously.
"Yeah." Ginny's eyelids were hooded and half of her face was cloaked in shadows. It was quite an intriguing sight, Luna had to admit. "Why don't we try it?" she proposed.
"I-I suppose we could..." Luna stammered. She was sure that her face was blushing bright red, but she could care less when Ginny's tantalizing lips were only a few inches away from her own.
They leaned in at the same time, and ever-so-slowly, their lips brushed. To Luna, unexperienced Luna, Ginny tasted like fresh honey and minty chocolate, all wrapped up in a beautiful red package.
It was her first kiss.
And it was perfect.
