Ginny loved it when Luna would paint her fingernails; she loves being her girlfriend's canvas. Even though they both knew the polish would chip off the next time she took to the skies for quidditch (which was almost daily) they always agreed it was worth it.
Luna did a different design every time, often inspired by various flowering plants or creatures Ginny had never heard of. She used beautiful polishes, truly having a knack for picking color palettes. Often the designs used pastels on a dark background color and usually involved glitter. The whole process could take two, three, four hours, considering the drying time between layers.
Luna worked diligently, very focused on the tiny details. Ginny adored the experience. It was an opportunity to slow down from a hectic day of classes and just ... watch Luna. Just watch her precious girlfriend intently paint her nails. Ginny loved to see the design come together from the beginning to end, but she loved getting to stare and take in every detail of Luna's appearance even more. Usually her head was bent to look down closely at Ginny's nails, so the view was mainly soft pale hair and the adorable tip of her nose that Ginny loved to kiss when they cuddled.
When Luna was done with a layer and needed to let the nails dry for a couple of minutes before continuing, she would lift her head and smile with those rosy cheeks at Ginny, often leaning in for a tantalizing kiss. Tantalizing because Ginny couldn't move her hands at all while her nails were wet - there was too great a chance they would wander into Luna's silky hair. So she tightly pressed her fingertips onto the surface of the little tray table between them as her heart raced. Luna leaned over all the polishes to brush their lips together, to the beat of the soft music that played all evening. Luna's hands were free to wander into Ginny's thick, smooth hair, her gentle touch igniting all the nerve endings in the redhead's scalp and down her neck from trailing fingertips. Ginny's own fingers twitched deeper against the wooden surface grounding her, heart pounding noticeably harder as the sensations sent waves of desire through her body. But soon Luna began to pull away and Ginny could only chase after her lips so far before they were gone and she was forced to pull her eyes open again and catch her breath, wishing to linger in the moment a little longer.
Luna was back in her seat, twisting the cap off of a new nail polish bottle, smiling to herself with cheeks a little rosier than normal.
So, was it worth it to so often spend hours intricately painting Ginny's nails when they'd be destroyed the next day? Or why didn't they just use a simple spell to protect the design longer? Well, for one thing, it meant that another nail painting session would be just around the corner. And they both seemed pleased enough about that...