Author's Note: I do not own and never will own Harry Potter.
Written for the 96 Hour Slash and Femmeslash Challenge.
Luna doesn't know how she's gotten so lucky. Ginny Weasley is fire and fervor, flashing brown eyes and quick slashes of her wand. Luna's year-mates only steal her shoes one more time after their relationship becomes public. Then Ginny demonstrates her Bat Bogey Hex, and Luna can't bring herself to remonstrate with her. She's so proud when she can keep Luna safe, and if only for a moment, Luna doesn't mind letting her.
It starts on Christmas, when Luna wanders up to the Room of Requirement in her socks to watch the snow fall. The Room knows her favourite place, a massive window with a beautifully cushioned, wide ledge from which to watch. The snow flurries entrance her, and no sooner does she wish that she wasn't alone then she hears the door click open. Ginny is bashful and red-faced, still in her slightly too-small robe and pyjamas, but Luna doesn't mind.
"Watch the snow with me?" Luna requests, and Ginny clambers up on the window ledge beside her, tucking her slippered feet beneath her and accepting the mug of cocoa the Room's popped into existence.
They talk for hours, long after the snow stops and the grounds lay pristine and white beneath them. Ginny never once calls her Loony, and Luna's careful not to say much about Ginny's brothers...or Voldemort. When the clock signals it's time for lunch, they laugh, realising they're both still in their night-clothes.
"Come with me?" Luna offers, scrunching her toes in their thin fabric covering. "Nobody else stayed for Christmas."
"Okay," Ginny smiles shyly, and takes Luna's hand without prompting. Luna's cheeks redden and she pretends it doesn't affect her, but they both know it does. Luna has a spare set of robes that's sort of Ginny's size, and it's not like there's much difference between House robes anyway.
"You can be an honourary Ravenclaw," Luna decides, tugging on Ginny's sleeve to even it out.
"The Hat almost put me here," Ginny confides. "I uh-didn't want to be away from my family, though. And it was erm...expected," she finishes in a mumble, her chin sinking into her collar.
"My father was afraid I'd end up in Gryffindor," Luna laughs. "He didn't think they would understand me."
"I'd like to," Ginny says, and now her face is red beneath her freckles.
"I think you do," Luna replies solemnly, and they both know there's something more than friendship thrumming beneath the surface.
They share their first kiss on New Year's, beneath the stars. The night is so crisp and cold, Luna can taste it, and her fingers turn white with the chill. Ginny clasps her hands between her mittened ones, and their lips clash. Ginny's breath smells like the peppermint humbugs she ate after dinner, and something else Luna can't discern, but seems ineffably Ginny.
When school starts again, Ginny snogs Luna in the middle of the Great Hall as all the students come tumbling in, and although it earns both of them a detention, Luna can't say she minds. At least they'll be together.
"How did I get so lucky?" she murmurs one night. They're ensconced in the Room of Requirement again, watching snowflakes drift lazily to the ground with the last few beams of sunlight.
"I could ask you the same question," Ginny replies, and grins.
