By the way, I don't own Harry Potter. Just thought you may want to know that.
Part A: is from Luna's POV. Probably some homosexual subtext, but don't expect anything blatant. If you're looking of porn, you best keep on looking elsewhere.
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The ritual has begun. One Banana split, no nuts, God forbid Ginny find any nuts on 'her' sundae, north side of the table, extra butterscotch.
Ginny does not like having her back exposed.
South side, two scoops, one chocolate, one cherry, hot caramel topping for myself. North-west corner booth, first Sunday after the full moon, at noon exactly.
Of course, she's always 4 minutes late. Perhaps she knows, that I know, that she knows, that I know. Perhaps it almost even matters. The ritual simply remains unbroken.
Even in dark times.
Yes, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named at least had the decency to pass on by now. Few people were willing to accept 'death' a second time, though most could feel he was gone. It would be nice if he stayed dead this time though.
Even so, his agents were still active, and paranoia was practically required state of being for most of the world that knew what was going on.
So why do I wait for her? Friends to the end you know. I'd like to think even though we don't completely trust each other anymore, we'll always still be friends.
And I love watching her eat butterscotch.
She takes so much pleasure in it, even when she doesn't think about it... Especially when she's not thinking about it! Running her tongue along her nails, sliding her digits between her lips...
I used to read erotic fiction at school... It didn't take long before I was finding my self skipping ahead looking for the deeper plot. That was when I started to think something was wrong with me. But after the first time Ginny asked me to get some ice cream with her in Hogsmeade...
I fully admit, I'm a changed woman now...
I still skip through porn though. It's really not that interesting, just thrusting, grunting, and spasming until the next plot point happens. It really doesn't compare to butterscotch at all.
12:02:29
Still have time.
I have to wonder if this is the day she'll try to arrest me?
After OWLs came NEWTs, and with our NEWTs Ginny went into the rather grueling Auror training like her brother before her.
Considering I was never really physical enough to keep up with the Gryffindors, it just made much more sense for me to study Artificing. Creation of new magic has always beenmuch more interesting then combat applications for magic to me.
Then Harry won.
Evil being evil, itdid not go quietly, or completely. It's still active. Crushing wills, twisting souls. Just because one wizard was dead, did not make Dark Magic stop working.
Even worse, was the lengths one could and would go to, to prevent innocents from ever seeing that same darkness first hand.
And that's why she was here every month. That's why I'm here every month. Watching as my once best friend's soul trickles out of her drop by drop. One battle or one interrogation at a time. All in the light hearted and childish promise that someone, someone we may never even know, will never have to go through the same.
One back handed deal here, a small promise there. Once people learned that 'Anything' was a fair price for justice, it was hard to turn back. A Cruciatus at the right time, just now and then to loosen a prisoner's lips, the Ministry could overlook such insignificant infractions in the name of future peace and safety.
It really shows in her eyes. They've always been bright brown, but they're slowly becoming empty. First after having to arrest her own brother a few years ago, then having to cut a deal with the same brother to find other people near him.
Still, I do make just silly little trinkets. Talking computers, magical charms and wards and such. But I wonder when she'll take me in because of the times I've violated the Muggle Protection Act. When the corruption around her will just make her completely snap, and everything must be punished.
Until then, and probably even after, I'll always look forward to the butterscotch.