Chapter Title: Comfortably Awkward.
Author: Moody (not the man with one eye)
Pairing: None in this chapter but will be Ginny/Luna and some other girl/girl pairing.
Rating: Still PG-13 but I'm considering an R, still depends on the feedback I'm getting. And if anyone you know...wants R rated fun.
Disclaimer: If you think I am the brilliant, creative, talented woman who invented the Harry Potter universe...well I won't correct you.
A/N: Takes place at Christmas time. I really wanted to get Luna's thoughts on Ginny and the Weasleys right so this might take a while. It goes more into the Luna/Ginny relationship, and there will defiantly be some femslash in the next few chapters...but it might not be whom you think.
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(Luna's P.O.V)
Large heavy flakes fall upon my warm pink cheek. It's snowing. I love the snow; it's so much better than the rain. Rain just makes people sad all the time. I can remember when I used to make forts and Igloos in my backyard whenever we had snowstorms. I would pretend I was lost in the artic, injured and waiting for someone to come and rescue me from the freezing cold. I imagined they would take me into their cozy log cabin and feed me hot soup in front of a blazing fire. We could trade stories about Eskimos and polar bears. Then we could travel the artic together, so neither of us would ever be alone. But no one ever came to rescue me.
The angry sound of a loud train whistle pulls me from my frozen memories. The fire red Hogwarts Express train waits impatiently to be boarded by the straggling students. Half of Hogwarts is leaving this year, going home for the Christmas holidays. I'm glad the Weasleys are letting me stay with them; I would have been the only fifth year staying behind if they hadn't. I do wonder what poor Ms. Weasley will do with all the guests she is taking in this year. Harry, Hermione, and I are all going to be staying with them, and it will be crowded no doubt. Not that the Burrow isn't crowded already.
I heave my trunk up the tall steps and into the large cargo area, thankful that I had preformed a lightweight charm on it earlier. But even with the charm the stuid trunk was still heavier than me. Figures. When my trunk was secure I headed through the train and down to the last compartment, where the prefects who were returning home planned on meeting. I suspect it will just be a few of us going home. Prefects usually stay for Christmas so they can study, but I think Daddy would want me out of school for the holidays.
Daddy was so happy and proud when I made prefect; he even put an announcement in the Quibbler about it (next to the Fire Eating Snorlax article). I was just really surprised that I even had the grades to get prefect, my potions are always quite abysmal. Professor Snape was furious at me the last potions class I had before break. I almost poisoned poor Michael Corner when we were supposed to be making Relaxing potions. Professor said I had brewed a Mind Melting potion by accident. He didn't like when I pointed out that Michael would be more relaxed if he didn't have a brain.
Being a prefect and getting good grades is a huge deal in Ravenclaw. Last year there were quite a few fights over who was going to be made prefect, and some of the girls are still upset I got it. They said that Flitwick and Dumbledore both favored me because I was involved in the battle at the ministry. I suppose they may have had something to do with it, but I'd also like to think that well...I'm smart.
When I reach the last compartment I wander in playing with my bottle cap necklace and thinking about the Loch Ness Monster. It's probably not very dangerous...right? There are only four people in the prefect compartment, like I suspected most are staying at Hogwarts. Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Cho Chang, and Ginny Weasley are all there. Hermione and Ron are sitting together by the windows, talking in hushed voices (most likely about Harry Potter) and sending worried glances at each other. They stop their conversation momentarily and look at me as I sit down near the door.
Cho Chang is fiddling with her Head Girl badge, trying to see if it looked better on the left or right side of her robes. She hadn't even looked up when I entered the compartment. I don't know much about Cho, except she's two years ahead of me and quite popular. She was in Dumbledore's Army I remember; but from what some of the girls in Ravenclaw say, that might have been just to see Harry Potter. After she was made quidditch captain to go along with being Head Girl there was quite a celebration in the Ravenclaw common room.
Actually I wouldn't know much about it, I was in the Owlry trying to get a subscription to Wanda's Weekly Whisper. A witch in St. Mungos (who is supposedly crazy) writes all the articles. She is in there for trying to ive herself a beak and trying to jump off bridges, she has a small obsession with pigeons they say. Truthfully I think she's quite brilliant and witty. Last week she dedicated the entire magazine to a leprechaun's feet. It was enlightening.
I look over at Ginny; she is unusually quiet; normally you can't shut her up, not that you would want to. Her long legs are curled underneath her and she has a faraway gaze upon her face that I am quite familiar with. I look like that a lot; it means I'm dreaming or you know...bored. I stare hard at Ginny. She is quite the amazing specimen, one of the most interesting people to watch. Ginny's movements are predictable and graceful, while still being sudden and abrupt. She's also hard to explain. I can't think of one good word to sum her up.
I remember last week I was watching her eat lunch. She completely fumbled with her goblet and spilled pumpkin juice all over herself. But instead of blushing or something that she might have done before, Ginny grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes from the table and smeared them all over her robes. She said it was "To match the look." Every one in fifth year laughed and they soiled themselves with lunch too, following her example. Whenever someone asked about it Ginny just piped up and stated it was the new fashion in Hogwarts. She is quite the specimen.
Ginny is looking over at me now; her eyes are large and wet. As if she wants to cry but at the same time is trying hard not too. I haven't seen her cry since our third year. She gives me a smile, one of those fake ones that the other girls in Ravenclaw give me when I sit next to them at meals. She knows she's not fooling me with it. I raise my eyebrows look her over once and give her a small smile back. I hope it was reassuring. Ginny opens her mouth as if she is going to speak when the train starts to move, bucking forward on its tracks. We are headed away from Hogwarts now. Going home. Or wherever.
Cho stands up (her badge is on the right, it looks quite ridiculous with her Arrows badge on too) and looks around at all of us. She tells us that we can leave if we want to, but that we should go around to all the compartments every hour and check on things. After a last look at us she sweeps out of the compartment and goes to find her friends. Ron and Hermione also get up and they both look over to Ginny. Ron speaks loudly.
"Were off then. Going to find Harry, want to come Ginny?" As he says this Ginny flinches and looks at him as if startled that someone was speaking to her. Ginny is quiet for a moment, deciding whether to go or not. But then she looks at me and shakes her head no. She gives them a dismissing wave and tells them that she will see them later. Ron looks at me awkwardly and Hermione nudges him in my direction. Yes very subtle Granger. Ron rolls his eyes and gives me a small wave.
"Eh...Hi there Luna." He mumbles.
"Hullo Ronald." I reply, my eyes still on Ginny. Ron shuffles from one foot to another and gives Hermione a pleading look. She lets out an audible sigh and walks away, Ron close on her heels. Ron takes a last long look back at Ginny and shakes his head. I hear him mutter something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like 'ridiculous girls'. Charming lad that one is. He leaves and they close the compartment door behind them with a loud snap.
A long silence follows that snap. Ginny and I are alone now. I look at her and catch her staring at me. She quickly averts her gaze out the window. What was that about? For a long time after we both just sit there. I'm looking at Ginny and she's looking out the window at the snow-covered foliage that passes us by. I try not to wonder what shes thinking about.
I get up and sit in the empty seat next to her. I mimic her pose and fold my legs under me as I sit, careful not to squish the Quibbler in my pocket. Our legs bump and are resting against each other, but she makes no move to change this. She is still looking out the window at the landscape that quickly goes by. We are still very quiet, resting in a silence that is both awkward and comfortable.
That's how Ginny is. She's awkward and comfortable both at the same time. When ever she is doing a spell or brewing a potion all of her movements seem carefully calculated and graceful. I think Professor Snape really admires her; she's the best in potions in our entire year. She even beat out the entire Slytherin house, much to their disapproval. That caused a few frowns no doubt.
But she does get awkward. Everyone can remember a time when Ginny blushed or stammered. She used to do it daily. It does seem that she has gotten more self-confident though. She can talk to Harry Potter without making a complete ass out of herself, so I guess that shows improvement. But her family is what makes her awkward.
I don't know whether she is too embarrassed, or too proud of them. It's most likely a mixture of both. Its very much common knowledge that the Weasleys aren't well off, everyone knows that. Just like everyone knows that there isn't a nicer set of redheads in the whole world? Yet Ginny shrinks back into the shy bumbling girl we all once knew whenever she is around them. It could be the pressure of being the only daughter, or being the youngest. I wouldn't know.
A small sigh from Ginny breaks the silence and breaks my thoughts. She is looking at her feet, her hands playing with the laces of her sneakers. I suppose she thinks I'm going to ask what's wrong. But I won't, I learned long ago that when it comes to Ginny matters like this should be taken slowly. She can have a nasty temper sometimes, its one of the things that's so interesting about her. Even the litlest thing can tick her off. Also at the same time everyone around her can be getting upset, but she remains calm. She sighs louder this time, I think she might be trying to get my attention.
Her gaze drags up slowly from her sneakers, past my body, and to my eyes. Her eyes are again large and wet; I think she is going to cry. Her gaze is so penetrating that I have to look away. Only Ginny could make me do that.
I am surprised when I feel her hand move across her legs and reach into mine. Hers is warm. Rough from playing Quidditch. Her fingers are longer than I thought they would be. I hope to Merlin that mine aren't as cold and clammy as I think they are. Her fingers wrap around mine holding the palm of my hand tight against hers. I think I can feel her pulse. It's strange how just holding Ginny's hand could make me feel more pleasure than anything I've felt before. No one has ever wanted to hold my hand before.
I realize that I have been staring at our locked hands, and I almost miss the look that Ginny is giving me. Her head is so close to mine I could count the freckles on her nose. When she speaks it sounds as if she's whispering, and if I don't strain my ears to hear it I might miss something.
"Luna?" She asks. "Have you ever been in love?"
~~~~~~~~~~************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Sorry guys. I'll try and be quicker with the updates; this story isn't finished yet so I still have no clue what's going to happen for the most part. But I will have more to come soon. Promise.
Author: Moody (not the man with one eye)
Pairing: None in this chapter but will be Ginny/Luna and some other girl/girl pairing.
Rating: Still PG-13 but I'm considering an R, still depends on the feedback I'm getting. And if anyone you know...wants R rated fun.
Disclaimer: If you think I am the brilliant, creative, talented woman who invented the Harry Potter universe...well I won't correct you.
A/N: Takes place at Christmas time. I really wanted to get Luna's thoughts on Ginny and the Weasleys right so this might take a while. It goes more into the Luna/Ginny relationship, and there will defiantly be some femslash in the next few chapters...but it might not be whom you think.
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(Luna's P.O.V)
Large heavy flakes fall upon my warm pink cheek. It's snowing. I love the snow; it's so much better than the rain. Rain just makes people sad all the time. I can remember when I used to make forts and Igloos in my backyard whenever we had snowstorms. I would pretend I was lost in the artic, injured and waiting for someone to come and rescue me from the freezing cold. I imagined they would take me into their cozy log cabin and feed me hot soup in front of a blazing fire. We could trade stories about Eskimos and polar bears. Then we could travel the artic together, so neither of us would ever be alone. But no one ever came to rescue me.
The angry sound of a loud train whistle pulls me from my frozen memories. The fire red Hogwarts Express train waits impatiently to be boarded by the straggling students. Half of Hogwarts is leaving this year, going home for the Christmas holidays. I'm glad the Weasleys are letting me stay with them; I would have been the only fifth year staying behind if they hadn't. I do wonder what poor Ms. Weasley will do with all the guests she is taking in this year. Harry, Hermione, and I are all going to be staying with them, and it will be crowded no doubt. Not that the Burrow isn't crowded already.
I heave my trunk up the tall steps and into the large cargo area, thankful that I had preformed a lightweight charm on it earlier. But even with the charm the stuid trunk was still heavier than me. Figures. When my trunk was secure I headed through the train and down to the last compartment, where the prefects who were returning home planned on meeting. I suspect it will just be a few of us going home. Prefects usually stay for Christmas so they can study, but I think Daddy would want me out of school for the holidays.
Daddy was so happy and proud when I made prefect; he even put an announcement in the Quibbler about it (next to the Fire Eating Snorlax article). I was just really surprised that I even had the grades to get prefect, my potions are always quite abysmal. Professor Snape was furious at me the last potions class I had before break. I almost poisoned poor Michael Corner when we were supposed to be making Relaxing potions. Professor said I had brewed a Mind Melting potion by accident. He didn't like when I pointed out that Michael would be more relaxed if he didn't have a brain.
Being a prefect and getting good grades is a huge deal in Ravenclaw. Last year there were quite a few fights over who was going to be made prefect, and some of the girls are still upset I got it. They said that Flitwick and Dumbledore both favored me because I was involved in the battle at the ministry. I suppose they may have had something to do with it, but I'd also like to think that well...I'm smart.
When I reach the last compartment I wander in playing with my bottle cap necklace and thinking about the Loch Ness Monster. It's probably not very dangerous...right? There are only four people in the prefect compartment, like I suspected most are staying at Hogwarts. Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Cho Chang, and Ginny Weasley are all there. Hermione and Ron are sitting together by the windows, talking in hushed voices (most likely about Harry Potter) and sending worried glances at each other. They stop their conversation momentarily and look at me as I sit down near the door.
Cho Chang is fiddling with her Head Girl badge, trying to see if it looked better on the left or right side of her robes. She hadn't even looked up when I entered the compartment. I don't know much about Cho, except she's two years ahead of me and quite popular. She was in Dumbledore's Army I remember; but from what some of the girls in Ravenclaw say, that might have been just to see Harry Potter. After she was made quidditch captain to go along with being Head Girl there was quite a celebration in the Ravenclaw common room.
Actually I wouldn't know much about it, I was in the Owlry trying to get a subscription to Wanda's Weekly Whisper. A witch in St. Mungos (who is supposedly crazy) writes all the articles. She is in there for trying to ive herself a beak and trying to jump off bridges, she has a small obsession with pigeons they say. Truthfully I think she's quite brilliant and witty. Last week she dedicated the entire magazine to a leprechaun's feet. It was enlightening.
I look over at Ginny; she is unusually quiet; normally you can't shut her up, not that you would want to. Her long legs are curled underneath her and she has a faraway gaze upon her face that I am quite familiar with. I look like that a lot; it means I'm dreaming or you know...bored. I stare hard at Ginny. She is quite the amazing specimen, one of the most interesting people to watch. Ginny's movements are predictable and graceful, while still being sudden and abrupt. She's also hard to explain. I can't think of one good word to sum her up.
I remember last week I was watching her eat lunch. She completely fumbled with her goblet and spilled pumpkin juice all over herself. But instead of blushing or something that she might have done before, Ginny grabbed a handful of mashed potatoes from the table and smeared them all over her robes. She said it was "To match the look." Every one in fifth year laughed and they soiled themselves with lunch too, following her example. Whenever someone asked about it Ginny just piped up and stated it was the new fashion in Hogwarts. She is quite the specimen.
Ginny is looking over at me now; her eyes are large and wet. As if she wants to cry but at the same time is trying hard not too. I haven't seen her cry since our third year. She gives me a smile, one of those fake ones that the other girls in Ravenclaw give me when I sit next to them at meals. She knows she's not fooling me with it. I raise my eyebrows look her over once and give her a small smile back. I hope it was reassuring. Ginny opens her mouth as if she is going to speak when the train starts to move, bucking forward on its tracks. We are headed away from Hogwarts now. Going home. Or wherever.
Cho stands up (her badge is on the right, it looks quite ridiculous with her Arrows badge on too) and looks around at all of us. She tells us that we can leave if we want to, but that we should go around to all the compartments every hour and check on things. After a last look at us she sweeps out of the compartment and goes to find her friends. Ron and Hermione also get up and they both look over to Ginny. Ron speaks loudly.
"Were off then. Going to find Harry, want to come Ginny?" As he says this Ginny flinches and looks at him as if startled that someone was speaking to her. Ginny is quiet for a moment, deciding whether to go or not. But then she looks at me and shakes her head no. She gives them a dismissing wave and tells them that she will see them later. Ron looks at me awkwardly and Hermione nudges him in my direction. Yes very subtle Granger. Ron rolls his eyes and gives me a small wave.
"Eh...Hi there Luna." He mumbles.
"Hullo Ronald." I reply, my eyes still on Ginny. Ron shuffles from one foot to another and gives Hermione a pleading look. She lets out an audible sigh and walks away, Ron close on her heels. Ron takes a last long look back at Ginny and shakes his head. I hear him mutter something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like 'ridiculous girls'. Charming lad that one is. He leaves and they close the compartment door behind them with a loud snap.
A long silence follows that snap. Ginny and I are alone now. I look at her and catch her staring at me. She quickly averts her gaze out the window. What was that about? For a long time after we both just sit there. I'm looking at Ginny and she's looking out the window at the snow-covered foliage that passes us by. I try not to wonder what shes thinking about.
I get up and sit in the empty seat next to her. I mimic her pose and fold my legs under me as I sit, careful not to squish the Quibbler in my pocket. Our legs bump and are resting against each other, but she makes no move to change this. She is still looking out the window at the landscape that quickly goes by. We are still very quiet, resting in a silence that is both awkward and comfortable.
That's how Ginny is. She's awkward and comfortable both at the same time. When ever she is doing a spell or brewing a potion all of her movements seem carefully calculated and graceful. I think Professor Snape really admires her; she's the best in potions in our entire year. She even beat out the entire Slytherin house, much to their disapproval. That caused a few frowns no doubt.
But she does get awkward. Everyone can remember a time when Ginny blushed or stammered. She used to do it daily. It does seem that she has gotten more self-confident though. She can talk to Harry Potter without making a complete ass out of herself, so I guess that shows improvement. But her family is what makes her awkward.
I don't know whether she is too embarrassed, or too proud of them. It's most likely a mixture of both. Its very much common knowledge that the Weasleys aren't well off, everyone knows that. Just like everyone knows that there isn't a nicer set of redheads in the whole world? Yet Ginny shrinks back into the shy bumbling girl we all once knew whenever she is around them. It could be the pressure of being the only daughter, or being the youngest. I wouldn't know.
A small sigh from Ginny breaks the silence and breaks my thoughts. She is looking at her feet, her hands playing with the laces of her sneakers. I suppose she thinks I'm going to ask what's wrong. But I won't, I learned long ago that when it comes to Ginny matters like this should be taken slowly. She can have a nasty temper sometimes, its one of the things that's so interesting about her. Even the litlest thing can tick her off. Also at the same time everyone around her can be getting upset, but she remains calm. She sighs louder this time, I think she might be trying to get my attention.
Her gaze drags up slowly from her sneakers, past my body, and to my eyes. Her eyes are again large and wet; I think she is going to cry. Her gaze is so penetrating that I have to look away. Only Ginny could make me do that.
I am surprised when I feel her hand move across her legs and reach into mine. Hers is warm. Rough from playing Quidditch. Her fingers are longer than I thought they would be. I hope to Merlin that mine aren't as cold and clammy as I think they are. Her fingers wrap around mine holding the palm of my hand tight against hers. I think I can feel her pulse. It's strange how just holding Ginny's hand could make me feel more pleasure than anything I've felt before. No one has ever wanted to hold my hand before.
I realize that I have been staring at our locked hands, and I almost miss the look that Ginny is giving me. Her head is so close to mine I could count the freckles on her nose. When she speaks it sounds as if she's whispering, and if I don't strain my ears to hear it I might miss something.
"Luna?" She asks. "Have you ever been in love?"
~~~~~~~~~~************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Sorry guys. I'll try and be quicker with the updates; this story isn't finished yet so I still have no clue what's going to happen for the most part. But I will have more to come soon. Promise.
