note: This is set a few years after DH. Ginny and Harry are married, but not exactly happy. Luna hasn't met Rolf, but owns her a shop in Diagon Alley. I'm considering making this a couple chapters longer, but would really like some reader interest. So please read, rate, review. Thanks, enjoy!
Ginny had honestly come to Diagon Alley to purchase a new cauldron. That was it. She never meant to spot Luna's shop out of the corner of her eye, a small cozy thing nestled towards the end of the street. Lovegood Remedies read the wooden sign, and at once her breath hitched. She never meant to stare at the building, entranced, wondering if Luna was there. She never meant to find herself walking to it, opening the door, searching for Luna, and finally catching sight of those waves of blonde. And she never, not in a million years, meant to sleep with her.
But it had happened, and now, as Ginny was slowly awakening, she should deal with the situation like an adult. Calmly, rationally, normally.
Which, of course, she didn't, but rather jumped from the bed with a loud, "Ayyhhhh!"
Luna turned over in bed to face the sound, clutching sheets to her chest, and looked up at Ginny lazily. Ginny was running about the room, picking up various items of clothing and pulling them on hastily.
"Have you been attacked?" Luna asked curiously, reaching for a set of objects on her night table. They included a papaya, a bottle of frogspawn, and a plushie of Miggs the Mad Muggle. "Here, this will help-"
"No, no, no, I'm fine, no Nargles or anything," Ginny said distractedly. She could not find her blouse, or her heels, and the thought of how Harry's face would look if she came home topless was causing tears to fill her eyes. Breathing deeply, she stood at the bedside, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers.
"Why would there be Nargles-" Luna began confusedly, and then lit up with sudden conviction. "Unless they've begun nesting in hair!"
"Oh, bloody hell, Luna, NOTHING is nesting on my head!" Ginny snapped, interrupting Luna's newfound discoveries. She sighed, looking anywhere but the bed and Luna. Her voice broke for a moment. "There might be something wrong with my brain, seeing as I just had sex with you."
"Intercourse is a perfectly normal practice, Ginevra," Luna told her, speaking as if she was explaining it all to a child.
"Not when you're married to someone else!" Ginny hissed, as if Harry could hear her, holding up her hand to show the gold band on her ring finger. "And don't call me Ginevra!" Luna propped herself up on her elbows, staring down Ginny.
"Ginevra, have you ever considered that you over think things?" Luna asked, head cocked. Ginny looked back at her finally, flabbergasted.
"What?" Ginny said, astounded. "Over think things?! Oh, wow, I wonder why I would ever do that!" she replied sarcastically, throwing her hands up in the air. Luna smiled, nodding, and Ginny nearly growled in frustration.
"Luna, can't you possibly understand?" Ginny asked desperately. Luna held her hands out to her. Ginny stared at them for a few seconds, and then finally took them. She settled herself back on the bed, still making sure the distance between her and Luna was sizeable. Ginny now spoke in a slow, measured tone, trying as hard as she could to make Luna comprehend. "Luna, I'm married. I'm very married. And marriage means responsibility, and being reasonable, and doing the right thing...I mean to say, I love Harry, I love him so very much, alright? I'm not just bound by my vows, I love him and we have a nice life, a proper life. And whatever has happened between us, whatever it is, or more correctly, was, it just can't-"
Luna wasn't listening, she was holding Ginny's hands, stroking them, letting her hands wander up Ginny's arms. Ginny moaned softly, closing her eyes tight. She had to ignore the feeling, she had to ignore that fluttering flying feeling for Harry's sake.
"Very, very married, alright, okay? And I'm happy and Harry and I have a fine sex life, and I don't need some weird lesbian love affair in my life, because I'm happy and Harry's happy and Mum's so pleased, and I love, and, and, what are you doing?"
Luna was pulling Ginny closer, and Ginny could smell her hair, and see the flecks of bronze in her blue eyes, and she was only struggling slightly.
"Please, Luna, please don't make me feel this way again," Ginny said half-heartedly, absorbed in Luna's penetrating gaze. "Harry. He's good, he's honestly so good, and I don't need you, I don't need this-"
Luna looked her straight in eyes, her blue filled with the sight of the other girl's bright brown. Then she kissed her, kissed the words from her mouth, kissed the doubts and the fears away and all of Ginny's walls collapsed. She forgot Harry, she forgot their flat, she forgot her mother's expectations, and she forgot the ring on her finger. They twisted into the sheets, becoming one entity, with one purpose.
For one moment, Luna pulled away from the kiss, quickly searching Ginny's eyes for answers.
"Ginny," she began softly.
"Oh, shut it," Ginny interrupted, and pulled Luna close once more.