Underjoyed
Disclaimer: I don't own them, never will, blah blah blah. Which is a shame, you know, because the things I could do with them…oh well, as long as I get to play, I suppose.
Rating: I'm just gonna go with an all around R here. I don't know how explicit it's going to get, but there's no point in taking chances.
Summary: The summer before her sixth year, Ginny has a run in with an older woman that is going to change her life. (Trite, yet true)
Narcissa/Ginny. So wrong, yet so delightful at the same time. I've read a lot of Harry Potter fanfic, and I've noticed there is a sad lack of f/f stories. Maybe I've just missed them, if anyone knows of any good ones please tell me. And oh yeah, this is a lesbian story, and if you can't deal with that, LEAVE. Ooh, I love Ginny. And please review!
Ginny Weasley shuffled impatiently in the chair in hopes of finding a new position that wouldn't cause her bottom to ache so much. Damn plastic chair, she cursed. And then, on second thought, damn bony butt. Sometimes she really hated being so thin, Her mother was always telling her she needed more padding on her bones.
Taking up her spoon once more she ignored how sticky her hands were getting and twirled it around the empty glass, swirling the remnants of her strawberry ice cream around. Scanning the crowd once more, Ginny decisively dropped the spoon with a clatter, absent-mindedly sucking the last residue of her dessert off her fingers. Anna definitely was not coming.
She left her awful chair with relief, and stretched, sighing in pleasure as all her little aches were soothed away. What was she going to do now? Anna was supposed to have met her here and they would have had the whole afternoon together—something that Ginny had really been looking forward to. Living in a house with all her brothers could get really frustrating.
Well, she might as well leave, now she had the whole afternoon to herself. Sometimes trying to make plans with Anna could be so frustrating. Her parents were very controlling, and if she did the slightest thing wrong then they would ground her, ruining many of their plans. It was because of this that Ginny wasn't too concerned as she leisurely strolled down the many shops that comprised the Alley.
She supposed that she could always find her brother, but he was with Hermione and he never liked it when she interrupted them. Now that they were beginning their last year of school the finality of their childhood was catching up with them she supposed.
So she had till, when, six, until her mother was coming back to pick her and Ron up. Well, she might as well window shop, and maybe go dumpster diving. Even the magical community needed trash bins. Walking down the street, she noticed a shop she had never seen before. It looked like some kind of antique store, and what had really caught Ginny's eye was a rather large painting they had put on front display. It was of two half naked women. Ginny felt herself strangely drawn towards it, an excitement coursing through her veins, and she couldn't take her eyes off of it until she had passed through the door and into the shop.
She was rather disappointed. As shops went, it wasn't very exciting. Rather musty and dark, and the shop owner kept throwing her suspicious glances like she was some troubled teen you always heard about in the news. Just because her robes were a little shabby…she self-consciously tried to tug them down a little to create the illusion that they fit, but even then the scuffed and frayed appearance would have told the truth. She hated it. Just because her family wasn't rich, and she had died her hair blue over the summer lately she had been practically hounded out of any store that she had tried to go into, just for looking.
Still, she tried her best to ignore the owner, which was rather difficult seeing as how the owner was a rather portly lady who took up about half of the store, but she did her best. There was another odd little door in the back, but whenever she started to look at it, the shopkeeper would just glare at her even more and start glancing over at the broom that was handily next to the cash register. Ginny decided it was in her best interest to not enquire further. Not that it looked that interesting anyway.
She wandered around rather listlessly, more to kill time than anything else, when she saw something that stood out from the rest. Feeling her flagging spirits revive, she walked toward it with renewed vigor.
It was a sculpture, rather crowded in on a table with other pieces so she almost didn't see it. It was of two women, wearing tunics reclining on some kind of couch or chaise like structure and they were…holding each other rather familiarly. Still the love and affection they felt towards each other was obvious to any observant viewers eyes and she stared raptly.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" A rather hoarse but decidedly female voice came washing over her.
Startled she turned around and stepped back a little in shock at the woman she found herself gazing on. Tall, a little old but definitely still beautiful and elegant, and above all, rich. From the lazy arrogant slant of her voice, to her proud bearing to her robes that definitely did not come from Madame Malkins but were probably shipped in from Italy or some other distant place. It made Ginny acutely aware of her hand me downs.
The lady either didn't, or pretended not to notice her discomfort and rather kept on talking.
"It's of Artemis and her lover Callisto." Seeing Ginny's rather blank look, she explained. Stepping a little closer towards the sculpture, and in doing so, Ginny, she continued, "Artemis was a figure in Greek mythology, a virgin huntress, always surrounded by nymphs, and of course, Callisto. It was said that the only way that her father Zeus could seduce Callisto was to take on Artemis' own form." The woman was so close that Ginny could feel her breath hotly fanning her cheek.
The woman's fingers slowly reached over and started following the lines and curves of the sculpture. Involuntarily Ginny's eyes followed those graceful strong fingers barely noticing when the woman started talking again.
"Of course, muggles think it all a story, but as it usually turns out with muggle stories, there is some truth to the tale." Ginny just continued to stare, wondering what a rich, confident, older woman could possibly want with her. Lately, most people went out of their way to avoid her. Her face clouded a little as she thought of her brother Ron and especially Harry. Just because she had once had a crush on him, he thought she'd always be like that. He was so full of himself sometimes. It was almost funny the lengths he sometimes went to 'not encourage her'.
As she had been thinking, the woman too had been examining her. As Ginny raised her gaze once more to the woman's intense hazel eyes something broke over her face, some decision was reached. She smiled, filling Ginny somehow with a sense of foreboding. Then she reached out her smooth well- manicured hand.
"I'm Narcissa." She said pleasantly. Ginny took her hand and was surprised to feel calluses.
"Ginny, Ginny Weasley."
Disclaimer: I don't own them, never will, blah blah blah. Which is a shame, you know, because the things I could do with them…oh well, as long as I get to play, I suppose.
Rating: I'm just gonna go with an all around R here. I don't know how explicit it's going to get, but there's no point in taking chances.
Summary: The summer before her sixth year, Ginny has a run in with an older woman that is going to change her life. (Trite, yet true)
Narcissa/Ginny. So wrong, yet so delightful at the same time. I've read a lot of Harry Potter fanfic, and I've noticed there is a sad lack of f/f stories. Maybe I've just missed them, if anyone knows of any good ones please tell me. And oh yeah, this is a lesbian story, and if you can't deal with that, LEAVE. Ooh, I love Ginny. And please review!
Ginny Weasley shuffled impatiently in the chair in hopes of finding a new position that wouldn't cause her bottom to ache so much. Damn plastic chair, she cursed. And then, on second thought, damn bony butt. Sometimes she really hated being so thin, Her mother was always telling her she needed more padding on her bones.
Taking up her spoon once more she ignored how sticky her hands were getting and twirled it around the empty glass, swirling the remnants of her strawberry ice cream around. Scanning the crowd once more, Ginny decisively dropped the spoon with a clatter, absent-mindedly sucking the last residue of her dessert off her fingers. Anna definitely was not coming.
She left her awful chair with relief, and stretched, sighing in pleasure as all her little aches were soothed away. What was she going to do now? Anna was supposed to have met her here and they would have had the whole afternoon together—something that Ginny had really been looking forward to. Living in a house with all her brothers could get really frustrating.
Well, she might as well leave, now she had the whole afternoon to herself. Sometimes trying to make plans with Anna could be so frustrating. Her parents were very controlling, and if she did the slightest thing wrong then they would ground her, ruining many of their plans. It was because of this that Ginny wasn't too concerned as she leisurely strolled down the many shops that comprised the Alley.
She supposed that she could always find her brother, but he was with Hermione and he never liked it when she interrupted them. Now that they were beginning their last year of school the finality of their childhood was catching up with them she supposed.
So she had till, when, six, until her mother was coming back to pick her and Ron up. Well, she might as well window shop, and maybe go dumpster diving. Even the magical community needed trash bins. Walking down the street, she noticed a shop she had never seen before. It looked like some kind of antique store, and what had really caught Ginny's eye was a rather large painting they had put on front display. It was of two half naked women. Ginny felt herself strangely drawn towards it, an excitement coursing through her veins, and she couldn't take her eyes off of it until she had passed through the door and into the shop.
She was rather disappointed. As shops went, it wasn't very exciting. Rather musty and dark, and the shop owner kept throwing her suspicious glances like she was some troubled teen you always heard about in the news. Just because her robes were a little shabby…she self-consciously tried to tug them down a little to create the illusion that they fit, but even then the scuffed and frayed appearance would have told the truth. She hated it. Just because her family wasn't rich, and she had died her hair blue over the summer lately she had been practically hounded out of any store that she had tried to go into, just for looking.
Still, she tried her best to ignore the owner, which was rather difficult seeing as how the owner was a rather portly lady who took up about half of the store, but she did her best. There was another odd little door in the back, but whenever she started to look at it, the shopkeeper would just glare at her even more and start glancing over at the broom that was handily next to the cash register. Ginny decided it was in her best interest to not enquire further. Not that it looked that interesting anyway.
She wandered around rather listlessly, more to kill time than anything else, when she saw something that stood out from the rest. Feeling her flagging spirits revive, she walked toward it with renewed vigor.
It was a sculpture, rather crowded in on a table with other pieces so she almost didn't see it. It was of two women, wearing tunics reclining on some kind of couch or chaise like structure and they were…holding each other rather familiarly. Still the love and affection they felt towards each other was obvious to any observant viewers eyes and she stared raptly.
"It's beautiful isn't it?" A rather hoarse but decidedly female voice came washing over her.
Startled she turned around and stepped back a little in shock at the woman she found herself gazing on. Tall, a little old but definitely still beautiful and elegant, and above all, rich. From the lazy arrogant slant of her voice, to her proud bearing to her robes that definitely did not come from Madame Malkins but were probably shipped in from Italy or some other distant place. It made Ginny acutely aware of her hand me downs.
The lady either didn't, or pretended not to notice her discomfort and rather kept on talking.
"It's of Artemis and her lover Callisto." Seeing Ginny's rather blank look, she explained. Stepping a little closer towards the sculpture, and in doing so, Ginny, she continued, "Artemis was a figure in Greek mythology, a virgin huntress, always surrounded by nymphs, and of course, Callisto. It was said that the only way that her father Zeus could seduce Callisto was to take on Artemis' own form." The woman was so close that Ginny could feel her breath hotly fanning her cheek.
The woman's fingers slowly reached over and started following the lines and curves of the sculpture. Involuntarily Ginny's eyes followed those graceful strong fingers barely noticing when the woman started talking again.
"Of course, muggles think it all a story, but as it usually turns out with muggle stories, there is some truth to the tale." Ginny just continued to stare, wondering what a rich, confident, older woman could possibly want with her. Lately, most people went out of their way to avoid her. Her face clouded a little as she thought of her brother Ron and especially Harry. Just because she had once had a crush on him, he thought she'd always be like that. He was so full of himself sometimes. It was almost funny the lengths he sometimes went to 'not encourage her'.
As she had been thinking, the woman too had been examining her. As Ginny raised her gaze once more to the woman's intense hazel eyes something broke over her face, some decision was reached. She smiled, filling Ginny somehow with a sense of foreboding. Then she reached out her smooth well- manicured hand.
"I'm Narcissa." She said pleasantly. Ginny took her hand and was surprised to feel calluses.
"Ginny, Ginny Weasley."