Hey!
This will be my first story, so I apologise in advance for cringe.
I have chosen to write a story with the pairing GinnyxLuna simply because I think they are absolutely adorable.
This will be from Ginny's perspective.
A girl like me always wants to improve her writing, so please leave some constructive criticism! Also, I am going with the movies depiction as to how these characters look, so please don't get offended if you prefer the book descriptions better (o_-)
I was scared.
She was lovely, always smiling with that faraway gaze in her bright blue eyes, here and not at the same time. She would sit off alone, staring at nothing in her own world, seemingly the happiest person on the planet. And she was fine with that, being alone. I admired that.
Granger and I would sit with her when we ate, and she would join our conversation, talking about creatures no one cared about, in such a quiet yet steady voice. She always seemed to have a different outfit, nothing like our usual Hogwarts robes. I admired that as well.
I was walking absentmindedly around the empty halls of the school, as a quidditch match was taking place. The noise and colors strangely made me feel dizzy this time, and everything felt too tight, so I left, taking a breather. And I was scared. Of her. Her, with her pale skin and long platinum hair. Her, with her gentle smile and calm eyes. I was scared of her and what I felt for her. For her, I felt butterflies and weakness. For her, I felt tingly toes and dry mouthed. She was all I could think of in the empty halls, and I was terrified. Terrified because I knew I shouldn't feel those things for her because I was a girl. And terrified because I knew for me, she felt nothing at all.
I stopped and leaned against the wall, sliding to my knees. I felt tears silently stream down my cheeks. I was scared and confused, and there was nothing to do about it.
I longed to feel her hand in mine. I longed to taste her lips, which I was convinced tasted of birthday cake and peaches. I longed to touch her cheek and feel her soft skin. And I hated myself for it.
I felt a hand touch my shoulder. I looked up and froze. It was her, staring down at me, obvious concern in her face, but a childlike light in her eyes. She said my name in that soft voice of hers, and I felt more tears begin to fall. I stood up and quickly hugged her, holding her tightly. She was taller than me, and as she wrapped her arms around me returning the embrace, I rested my head on her neck just below her chin. We sank to the ground and she held me as I collapsed into her like a child, sobbing. She cooed and told me I was okay, stroking my red hair. And I strangely believed it.
Before I could process my thinking, I quickly said in a barely audible whisper "I like you."
She stood up, pulling me up with her. I turned my head away in shame, knowing she would most certainly hate me now. She gently turned my head with her soft hand to face her. Sunlight reflected in her eyes, and they looked as though they were dancing. She gently leaned in and kissed me.
I only remember three things from that moment.
She smelled like lavender and home.
Her lips were soft, and her body was warm.
And she most certainly tasted of birthday cake and peaches.
-End-