Ship: Hermione x Luna x Draco (HerLunarDragon? Don't let me name things.)
Plot: Yes
This chapter is a fluffy little Valentine's gift of what Hermione was thinking about after her… ahem… experience last chapter.
Enjoy!
Vine
Maybe the purebloods were on to something with the music and dance lessons. Draco has a rhythm, one that falls in perfect time with mine as he caters to all the places that have craved to be touched for so long. He calls himself impatient, but I think he takes his time building up our desires, stroking me into a blithering mess until I can't control myself.
He's an artisan, meticulous in his craft.
I give him the unruly hair that stays in everyone's way, and in turn he makes it a crown; a perfect shining halo to polish as he tugs it by the roots. He's the only one who treats it with reverence; allows it the dignity I would like it to have.
Whatever you like, make a wish on me. Pray at my altar, but don't make a sacrifice.
And her, dear Godric.
Luna's always been one for ugly things - bright yellow dresses and thrifted, mismatch dish-sets. It never made sense to me until today.
She sits these monstrosities on a shelf, says to them "you're beautiful", and so they are.
She takes my breasts that are all too full and not nearly as firm as hers and worships them, holding each space of them, making them right again. She caresses my scars - not lingering there, but noticing - appreciating them as a piece of me that will fade over time but won't go away. She lets me into her safe spaces, cradling me tightly, never locking me away to keep for herself. She cares enough - respects me enough - to grant me my decisions; allows me the true, unrestrained choice to be free.
Don't be shy; don't be ashamed. I want to see you whole.
I lay between them in the oversized bed, their porcelain skin splayed in stark contrast across mine on the black sheets. They could be two angels who stepped out of an ancient painting, brought to life to shelter me with their love.
Once upon a time, magic didn't exist. Forever was never a reality to be achieved. Hermione Granger knew all there was to know, and guardian angels breathed only in myths.
Today, I send a prayer to anyone listening that they'll watch me from above forever. If that prayer can't be granted, I wish only that their touch today will be enough to give me the strength to pick the sky up around me when it falls, lift the world onto my back and carve it away in their image.
Today, I desire to know love.
xoXOXox
Happy Valentine's Day,
Vine
