A/N- So this is very obviously about Luna and Ginny kissing. If you think it's wrong, DON'T READ IT. It's honestly not that hard. Nobody is forcing you to read it. So I don't want to hear about how wrong it is because you will look ridiculous. I will laugh at you. Honest. You have been warned... :)
"Hey, Ginny? What does it feel like to have a boyfriend?" Luna whispered from the sleeping bag next to me. I couldn't help but giggle. That was such a cute Luna-ish question.
"I don't know... It's nice, having someone to spend time with... It's like having a really good friend you kiss goodnight, I guess. It's weird to explain. Why do you want to know?"
"Just wondering," Luna smiled. She hesitated, then lifted her head to rest on her hand. She leaned over and kissed my cheek gently, as if she wasn't sure how I'd react.
"Night, Luna," I laughed, moving up to kiss her back.
Luna paused, shifting herself closer to me. She brushed her lips against the side of my mouth. I don't know how she felt right at that moment, but my heart was beating so fast that I was surprised she couldn't hear it. The warmth of her body was so beautiful, but I was terrified. Why was I so scared? She was my best friend; I'd always wanted to kiss her. I began just wanting to know how it felt to kiss a girl, but recently I didn't know- the feeling of wanting to kiss her just came up at inopportune moments, like sitting next to her at breakfast, or saying goodbye before a lesson.
I touched her face with my hand and kissed her on the lips. She wasn't expecting it, I could tell. But from the way she smiled I could tell it she was glad I'd done it first. Her lips were warm and her mouth was sweet and I honestly could have stayed in that second forever.
A knock on the door made us jump and we quietly giggled as Mum opened my bedroom door.
"Goodnight dears, I hope you have a good night's sleep! And Luna dear, if you want anything, just ask Ginny and she'll get it for you, alright?"
"Thanks Mrs Weasley," Luna smiled shyly.
As the door closed, Luna turned to me, looking deceptively innocent.
"If I want anything?"
"So... I'm thinking she means like a glass of water or something, but I'm pretty open-minded... within reason." I giggled but she went quiet.
"Ginny," she said, after a few moments hesitation, "I've wanted to kiss you for a long time."
"Yeah... me too. I mean, kiss you, not kiss me."
She took my hand and smiled at me.
If anyone found out, I thought, they'd go mental. If Ron, or Mum, or someone else so close-minded they couldn't see past their own 'normality' found out...
But how could something so perfect be seen as so 'wrong'?