I've been experimenting with different one shots...this one probably isn't going to get a ton of recognition, but it was fun to write.
J.K. Rowling made up these wonderful characters and put them in a beautifully crafted book. I just put them in a beautifully crafted bed.
She looked into those watery eyes that belonged to another world. Though in that moment, they belonged solely to her. Ginny liked Luna, wanted Luna, but she didn't love Luna like Luna loved her, or the way she loved Hermione.
She dragged her fingers through Luna's hair, beautiful, blonde, all hers. In the back of her mind she was thinking of frizzy brown hair, and what it was like to run her fingers through it. Nipping Luna on the ear and neck, she proceeded to unbutton her oxford shirt.
In those feverish kisses she saw images of Hermione working at the library, crossing her legs, leaning over the table, smiling over the table at…
The groans pulled her out of her fantasy world for only a moment, giving Luna a sensuous smirk, and discarded her skirt, throwing her underwear soon after it. Then she descended upon Luna, licking, tugging, playing, and biting until the silence charm on the room began to buckle with her frustration, and her long screams of release.
Ginny thought of the time she had kissed Hermione, at Grimmauld Place, a stone's throw away from the boys' room. Remembered how they ripped each other apart, suspending each other in time, until I remembered a small detail.
She knows I can't have her, but I still want her, and I know she wants me, too. We're forever circling each other, unable to act, but we're still best friends. She tells me that she wants me to be happy, that I should go where my heart follows it, but whenever it leads me to Luna's doorstep, I can see a flash of sadness…jealousy.
It makes me want her more, and Luna thinks that I'm excited by her caresses, soaked to the bone with pleasure. She's not far from the truth, because when I close my eyes I pretend it's her. I arch for her, plead for her, want her hands everywhere she can put them. Inside and out.
Now she's tweaking my nipple and rubbing my clit…Fuck! Those long artistic fingers painting pictures from the stars she's making me see.
As we both slumped back on the pillows, and held each other, I closed my eyes again and pretended I didn't see. Pretend I didn't see her and my brother everyday in the halls, everywhere, inescapable. Then I open my eyes again, and take in the girl next to me.
The door opens, Hermione stepped in to see if I still wanted tutoring for OWLS. She saw Luna, and walked away quickly trying to mask the paleness of her face, and the tears in the corner of her eyes.
Ginnylooked at the sleeping form next to her.
She's not anything like Hermione Granger, but maybe that's a good thing.