(A/N): Ginny/Luna. Read and Review please.
"Being in love was like running barefoot along a street covered with broken bottles. It was foolhardy, and if you got through it without damage it was only by sheer luck." –Margaret Atwood, Bodily Harm
Luna looked up from her book when she saw a shadow smudge the pages, blocking her sunlight. The eyes that stared down at her were nothing remarkable- brown, with amber lashes of average length framing them. A spatter of freckles dusted her face. Tawny hair fell straight to her shoulders, held behind too-small ears. Nothing special.
And then she smiled.
And her whole face seemed to change, glowing from within. Luna couldn't help but be effected. She smiled back.
Ginny sat next to her on the grass, and leaned her head on Luna's shoulder. The wind blew lightly, ruffling the pages of her book. Luna closed it, and put her arm around the girl, kissing her forehead lightly.
Ginny sighed.
"Luna, I- I need to tell you…"
"Shh." Luna hushed. "Not now. Right now, let's just sit, and appreciate the beauty."
Ginny quieted, and allowed her a few minutes. But she was impatient.
"Luna, we really need to…"
"Ginny, I know. Just give me another minute or two, okay?"
Ginny blushed, and stared down at her lap. Luna's arm was still around her waist.
The two girls sat there like that for some time, just breathing and staring into their own thoughts. They listened to the flowers grow, and the lake sing. Time stopped and only they remained.
Eventually Luna stood up, brushing her skirt down softly. She gave Ginny a long, sad look, then walked away.
Her heart was breaking and she wouldn't allow herself to cry in front of its assaulter. She was too strong for that. Or maybe too weak, she wasn't sure.
She shouldn't have done this. But that first day, that first kiss, how could she have said no? And now she was alone, heart shattered, while Ginny was with him.
She loved Ginny- loves Ginny. And all she has to show for it is bloody feet.