Green Eyed Monster

disclaimer: Sure I share a name with JK Rowling, but I am certainly not her, don't have her bank account, nor her poise in public speaking. Anything I write in her world is for fun, practice, and to get my own story telling skills back up to personal par. Plot lines might be mine, but the characters are hers for a really long time.

A/N: This is a story of friends, lovers, spouses, and one bouncing ferret. This is not a true Hinny fic, nor is it a true Romione fic, even if both figure prominently. This is certainly not Dramione, or Drinny either. This isn't a Ginny/Luna/Hermione femmeslash dash.

This is three friends sitting around as girlfriends do: talking, laughing, complaining, and living.

Rated M plus for harsh language later on, along with adult themes, situations, and at some point, it gets rather smutty. You have been warned.

A/N2 – Femmeslash only if you put on Harry's glasses and squint really, really hard. – D.G.

Ch. 1 – The need for Wrackspurts

Green flames flared in the fireplace. "Sure, come on through. The guest suite is ready for you. It's not like anyone else stays in there." A brown blur raced through the parlor and bounded up the stairs.

"Who was that? Was it a ghost?" Luna chirped. "I've not seen one since we left Hogwarts last year. Quite conversant at times they were."

"Sorry Luna, but yea, it's Hermione. You'd think she'd have been polite enough to stop and say hi, but even now, she keeps such a tight personal schedule, it's almost comical. When he leaves, she runs here. I don't know what it is about that git of a brother, but she loves him dearly. Brightest witch of our age, and she falls arse over tits in love with that twit. You remember they married back in the summer, right? Of course, you were there dancing with Dean, Neville, and a few others."

"Oh that was most enjoyable. It's a shame that neither one of them are very fond of dancing. They prefer sex instead of dancing. Both of them are outstanding in bed, or out of it."

Ginny nearly fell off of the couch from laughing so hard. "I forgot that you took Neville to your bed that first summer, at least for a little while, and then Dean later when the two of you dated during the school year."

Luna blinked, not ashamed of her dalliances. "Dean is what I've needed these past few years. He helped me learn to live again, and taught me how to laugh. It helped he knew how to give pleasure too."

"Thank Merlin I never saw that!" Ginny snickered, laughing at the unabashed honesty from one of her closest friends. "Anyway, I was saying that when Ron and Harry are out on an Auror mission trip, she stays here with me. She's working in the Magical Creatures Department at the Ministry and also reading Law at Oxford. She earned her moniker, Brightest Witch of her Age. You should see her scheduling. Almost down to the minute, including eating and sleeping. As such, she is uncomfortable being home by herself the first night. She would rather be here, drinking wine with me and reading her books and having someone here who knows what she is going through. We don't talk all that much, but the company is appreciated when the guys leave."

Ginny reached for her own cup of tea. It was too early in the day for anything else. "Speaking of Dean, where is he?"

"Oh, he's in Dublin for a showing. The exhibit opens at half seven, and I'll meet him at half eight. He's so much more comfortable around others when he's freshly shagged. I took care of him this morning before coming here. After opening night, we'll go back to the room we have at the inn and celebrate all night. Sex with him is so enjoyable. You should consider it."

Ginny giggled over her beverage. "Stop. Luna. You're killing me here. You know Harry doesn't like to share!" Ginny reached for the tea pot on the table and poured another cupful of the warm beverage.

"Oh yes, I forget he is rather selfish that way. Once everything was over, he wouldn't consider anyone else but you. I offered, but he looked at me like I was a blast ended skrewt."

Ginny laughed again. Trust Luna to air her attempted dalliances with her best friend.

"Oh, where were we? Oh yes, this is one of the few times I'm home from practice. The winter break just started, and let me tell you, trying to fly fast through ice and zero visibility is murder. It's even worse when we have to go to the media room and have to put up with the likes of Michael at the Wizard Wireless Network, or that daft Stewart for the Prophet. He's so old that they didn't play Quidditch when he was a kid. His idea of star power is looking at the actual stars in the night sky."

Ginny looked and noticed wasn't listening. Luna was staring at the fire, ignoring Ginny. Most people found Luna's moments of silent lucidity bothersome. Ginny grew accustomed to it over the years. Before the war, it was just a quirk of Luna. Once the war ended, Luna grew to trust her friends again – enough to confide in them what happened, and trust them to help her when she needed them. She needed her friends when she got lost in memories. They watched over her when she disappeared in the swirl of waking nightmares.

The nights spent in Ginny's room – the one she shared with Hermione – helped them all heal in various ways. Unfortunately, some scars took longer to heal. Ginny wasn't immune to the necessary healing either.

Ginny waited for Luna to come back to the conversation. It never took long. When Luna looked over at Ginny while she was taking another sip of tea, she spoke up again. "Speaking of Quidditch, I didn't tell you that I was named second position chaser for the National Team. I get to fly for England in the World Cup next summer!"

"Oh I wish they would let me do some commentary for it. That would be considerably enjoyable."

"Luna, you missed your calling as a Quidditch commentator. You certainly have a gift for it. I wish you could do it. I still laugh remembering your analysis. Why not do some commentary for the Quibbler?"

"I might have to, if I return from my expedition from Kenya next summer. I've never seen an erumpet out in the wild, and I intend to photograph them in their natural habitat when I'm out. I hope to see more, and if I do, I can see about an entry into Magical Beasts and Where to find them before the next edition is published. I'd love an entry for Newt Scamander."

"Your day will come. Please tell me if you will be in country when the World Cup happens. I'd love for you to be there to watch it. If you do, I'll get your tickets in our box."

"I can't promise, since it is so far off from now. I'll let you know closer to the tournament."

"Fair enough."

"So tell me about that fight you had with Harry? I've not seen his face look that beautiful shade of Aubergine. What happened that made him look like a Chinese Fireball?"

"You saw that in the Prophet?"

"Of course. Just because I was in New Zealand doesn't mean I don't keep up with the local news when my friends are involved. I was most upset that you were mad enough to slap Harry and Draco in front of Hermione and Ron and storm out. I was most aggrieved that I wasn't there to help you, or listen, or dance with you."

Ginny laughed. Only her best friends would make such silly comments to make her feel better, or tease her in such ways.

"Promise you won't print it in the Quibbler? Oh I'm just kidding," she mentioned rhetorically. "I know you won't, at least without talking with Harry. You know you're the only one he trusts to print his stories accurately. So anyway, the real story is considerably better than what that rag printed. You might as well get comfortable. When I'm done, the story will be worth it."

"Can I blame your actions on the Wrackspurts? I'm sure it's Wrackspurts that infest the Ministry building. Dad offered to have an exterminator come in, but they won't hear of it."

"Sure, you can blame it on the Wrackspurts. I won't mind that analysis one bit. That might be considerably closer to the truth than what that tabloid writes."

"Should I go get a bushel of dirigible plums? That would help prevent any further infestations?"

"No, I think that once I tell you what happened, I think you'll see we won't need them."

Ginny settled back into the couch, waiting for Luna to get comfortable as well. Luna procured a cushion off of the couch and sat down on the floor. She looked so serene, rolling her tea cup between her hands, waiting on Ginny to start the story.