Author: Lash_Larue
Title: The Garden Club
Pairing: Hermione/Luna
Rating: M
Summary: Hermione returns the favor...
Warnings:Girlsex
Word Count: 2275
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
A/N: This is a sequel to "Flower Arranging"
"The Garden Club"
"Thank you Luna," I said in a daze, "that was – that was –"
"Educational?" she suggested as she smiled that Luna smile and wiped her face with her hands.
"Very," I agreed, staring at her as she licked her fingers, finally drying her hands on her robes.
"Every woman should know what kind of flower she is," Luna asserted. I had to agree with her.
"What does this mean, Luna? What we did together, what does it mean?" I whispered. She kissed me softly, and I could taste myself on her lips.
"It means that we are friends who truly know each other. It is very special to share flowers. I have to go now though," she explained as she gathered her books and slipped her knickers back on.
"What kind of flower is Ginny?" I asked, feeling a sting of jealousy for some reason.
"Oh, I could never talk about someone's flower when they aren't present," Luna said seriously. "Flowers are very personal, you see. But you could ask Ginny."
With that she was gone, and I stepped back into my own knickers, grateful that they were cotton, and returned to the castle.
"Hi 'Mione," Ginny greeted me when I entered the common room, "how did the revision go?" I looked sharply at her, but she was just asking a question.
"Really well, I'm confident about the Ancient Runes O.W.L. now. Is there anything you need help with?"
"I just have an essay for History of Magic, really, Binns is so boring that I suspect that's what killed him," she answered.
"Shall I have a look at it then?" I asked her.
"Sure, if you don't mind," she agreed, "I'm not fussed about it, but there is no point in not doing as well as I can."
"Precisely," I said as I sat down beside her on the couch and began to read. "This is really quite good, Ginny," I told her when I had finished, "you just got the dates of the seventeenth Goblin Rebellion and the second Troll Revolt mixed up." I tapped the parchment with my wand before handing it back to her, correcting the minor error.
"Thanks," she said happily, and I took a quick look around the common room.
"Ginny," I asked as casually as I could, "what sort of flower are you?" I was prepared for almost any sort of answer but the one I got. Ginny grinned hugely, and said -
"So, she got you too, huh? Wasn't it great!"
"Wha – what do you mean?" I stuttered.
"Luna! She showed you your flower too, didn't she?" Ginny asked joyfully.
" 'Too?' What, is there a club or something, do we have a secret handshake?" I admit that I was a touch hurt that I seemed to be one among many here, but maybe it was just Ginny, that wouldn't be too bad. Alas…
"Trust me 'Mione, Luna has gotten more pussy than Cedric Diggory ever dreamed of. As for a secret handshake, no, club? Kind of, look here." She threw her right ankle up onto her left knee and rolled down her sock. "See?" she said pointing to the inside of her ankle. There was a small tattoo there of a – "I'm a snapdragon!" she exclaimed proudly.
"Where on earth did you get that?" I asked in shock. The grin I received in reply was a bit unsettling, so I wasn't surprised when Ginny said –
"You might want to check your own ankle, 'Mione."
I did, slowly pushing down my sock to reveal –
"An orchid!" exclaimed Angelina Johnson as she joined us, "That's wicked, Hermione, look, I'm a Dusky Rose," and she showed me the flower on her ankle.
"This- this is outrageous!" I sputtered. "She can't go around seducing and mutilating girls like this, she's a predator!" Ginny and Angelina looked at me like I was insane, in fact –
"Are you crazy?" Ginny asked. "Have you forgotten what it felt like? Predator my ass, she's a philanthropist!"
"Damn sure is," purred Angelina.
"But – but – to mark us like this, that's just wrong," I insisted.
"No it isn't, it's beautiful," Angelina told me, "and Luna doesn't mark us, she just helps us find ourselves. The symbol comes from within us, Luna simply lets it out. Besides, no one who doesn't have a flower can see them, watch. Romilda, come here would you?" Romilda Vane joined us looking very unsure of herself, we were none of us friends with her, really. "What do you think of this," asked Angelina as she displayed her ankle.
"It's a chaser's ankle?" Romilda replied uncertainly.
"Yep, got it in one, buzz off now, would you?" Angelina grinned at me.
"Do we have meetings?" I asked stiffly, still a bit miffed.
"Not really," Ginny answered me, "but if you sit so that part of your ankle shows, the others will make themselves known."
"Who are they?" I asked.
"Flowers are very personal," they answered in unison. "We can't talk about anybody else."
"If she's so wonderful, and I admit that she is," I added hastily as the two girls bristled, "then why do people pick on her and steal her things?"
"Well, we don't really steal them," Angelina temporized.
"We?" I said archly. "You took something from Luna? What? Why?"
"Only a shoe," Angelina protested, "and I'll give it back. I just – I just wanted something of hers, you know?" I shook my head in wonder before turning to Ginny, who did not look the least bit guilty. "I suppose you took the other shoe?"
"Nope. I got a pair of knickers, and I'm not giving them back," she said proudly.
"Honestly!" I huffed, but I thought with regret of the pair of knickers that had been lying within my reach. There really was no point in being jealous, or being outraged, they were right. Luna gave more than she took.
Over the next few days I found myself sitting with my ankle on display all over the castle, I was both disappointed and gladdened that there were not a flood of responses, and then –
"Hi Granger, guess I'll have to stop giving you the business now. I'm a Gladiolus," said Millicent Bullstrode as she sat beside me and pushed down her sock.
"It's lovely," I admitted, and it truly was, deep purple and very lush. I found myself staring at her.
"Yeah, it surprised me too," she admitted. "Luna is something isn't she?" I nodded mutely.
"Well, well, what have we here?" said a familiar, sneering voice. "Going mud wrestling, Bullstrode?" Draco Malfoy asked.
"Piss off, Malfoy," Millicent snapped, "why don't you get a magnifying mirror and a pair of tweezers and see if you can find your cock? Leave your betters alone."
I was stunned by the outburst, but that was nothing to the effect it had on Malfoy, who was gobbling like a turkey as Crabbe and Goyle led him away.
"Thank you, Millicent," I said.
"Call me Millie, members of the Garden Club stick together, and Malfoy is a pain in the ass. I'll see you around, Hermione, and your flower is beautiful," she said as she left.
That was the first time a conversation with Millicent Bullstrode had left a smile on my face. Luna really was a philanthropist. Still…
"Perfect again, Hermione," Luna told me as she handed back the sheet of parchment, "I'm quite sure that you'll get an "Outstanding" on your Ancient Runes O.W.L."
"Thank you Luna, you've been a big help. But there is one thing…" I began.
"Yes?" she prompted.
"You're not a buttercup."
"Of course I am, you saw me. Look here." She rolled down her sock, and on her ankle was a very small, very perfect buttercup.
"Forgive me, I meant that you are not just a buttercup," I corrected as I hauled a large book from my bag and laid it in front of her.
"Flowers of the World," Luna read the title, and she looked at me quizzically.
"You are a garden, would you like me to show you?" Luna smiled gently, and nodded her head. I had her knickers off and her knees open in a trice, and I turned to a marked page in the book.
"Let's start with the iris," I reached into my bag and brought out a comb and a bottle of Sleakeasy's hair potion. Fortunately for the iris, Luna was very natural down there. Her eyes closed as I rubbed the potion into her hair and began to comb it. I parted it neatly in the center, and then curled each side around a finger. "Look now," I told her, "there is the standard, do you see it?"
"I do," Luna agreed.
"Now here," I said as I gently touched the hood of her clitoris, "is the style crest. It takes a little imagination," I told her as I gently massaged the tender skin, "do you see it?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good," I replied before putting that finger in my mouth and getting it all wet. "So this," I lectured as I ran my wet finger over the spot where her clit was just beginning to peek out, "is the stigmatic cup. Are you with me so far?" I softly rubbed her as I waited for an answer.
"Ye- yes," she gasped as her eyes fluttered shut.
I spread her outer lips apart, gently tugging and shaping them as I had seen her do, twisting and rolling the thin inner lips and laying them open. "There are the petals and the haft, are you ready for the anther?"
"Yes please," she moaned, and I did what I had been longing to do, and pressed my tongue to her open sex, "yessss", she repeated, as my tongue drew her clit out of hiding. She tasted like the ocean, and like herself, and it took all of my concentration to keep from getting lost in her. I drew her clitoris in between my lips and cradled it on my tongue, feeling the life throbbing within the little bud of Luna. Letting her slip from my mouth at last, I turned my eyes to her face. "Do you see the anther now?"
"Yes, oh yes," she panted.
"Here," I said as I pushed the tip of a finger into her, pulling down on her opening and turning it a bit inside out so that the texture within was visible, "is the beard, right?" I gently rubbed her floor as I waited for a reply.
"R- right," she gasped, and her eyes locked with mine. "But where is the fall?" she whispered.
"It's coming," I promised her as I pushed my finger deep inside of her and engulfed her with my mouth. I gloried in her warmth and her softness, in the feeling of her clutching me deep within herself, the slight edge that my tongue pushed past to get to the infinite depths of her. And then I felt the quivering begin, and I felt her fingers in my hair as she pulled me to her, and I heard the explosion of breath as she came and the thick, hot, rush of fluid poured from her.
I pulled my face away from her reluctantly, and made a few repairs to the arrangement that I had disrupted. Then I set about tidying myself a bit while I waited for her to open her eyes. It didn't take long.
"Hello," she said, smiling that Luna smile.
"Hello to you, are you ready to see?" She nodded eagerly, and I heard her breath catch as she looked down.
"It takes a little imagination," I repeated, "but see, the standard, " I touched the curl of hair, "the style crest," I lightly stroked her hood, "the stigmatic cup," I just barely touched the rim of flesh where her clitoris protruded wetly, "the anther," I pressed my finger to her clitoris, and she jumped a bit, but smiled all the same.
"The petals and the haft," I lectured as I softly stroked her lips, "the beard," I pulled down on her entrance, and her eyes closed briefly; she nodded and I continued.
"Now here," I said as I traced the shining outline of the come from inside her, "is the fall. See? An iris."
"Damn if it isn't," she said wonderingly, and then she sat up and pulled me into a kiss.
Some time later, I turned to the next marked page in the book of flowers.
"Back to business," I said briskly, "look at this one…"
"Hi, Hermione," Ginny greeted me when I returned to the common room late that evening, "I haven't seen you around today, can you look over my Arithmancy paper?"
"Sure," I answered, and I sat next to her and took the paper. "Three and seven are incorrect," I told her as I handed it back to her, "see if you can find the errors." I ostentatiously laid my right ankle on top of my left knee, and hiked up my robe a bit. It took her a moment to notice, but then –
"Fuck, Hermione!" she exclaimed as she stared at the spray of orchids that covered nearly the entire inside of my calf.
"Had one, thanks," I answered smugly, "several, in fact."
"I guess Luna's retired now, huh?" Ginny asked with a grin.
"I prefer to think that she has a garden of her own now," I answered her in satisfaction.
"Fuck, Luna!" cried Cho Chang as she stared at the sleeve of flowers that covered Luna's right leg.
"Thank you, no," Luna replied with a yawn as she crawled beneath her covers, "goodnight Lotus Blossom."
