This will be a series of fluffy gay stories about Ginny and Luna. Hope you enjoy!
'Wait, Luna!'
Ginny stared after the girl as she ran from the classroom. Feeling slightly dazed, as though she were in a dream, Ginny stared down at the envelope that had been roughly pressed into her hand. It was bright yellow, with her name written on the front with violet ink in beautiful cursive. Luna had drawn a small flower next to her name; its leaves twirled round the rounded letters, like in an illuminated manuscript. Although still in shock, Ginny couldn't help but admire her friend's artistic skill- the envelope was beautiful, almost a work of art.
She sat, in the small and musty classroom, unsure of how to react. Light filtered in through the high windows, illuminating the room; particles of dust were revealed by the rays, suspended mid-air. Ginny examined the envelope, simultaneously desperate to open it and unwilling, anxious about what it would say. What if it was something bad? What if Luna was leaving the school, or didn't want to be friends with her any more? The events of the past half hour ran through her mind in an endless, confusing loop that Ginny desperately analysed, trying to find some clue as to whether the contents of the letter was good or bad.
Luna had asked her to come to this classroom during lunch: at the appointed hour, Ginny had arrived, slightly bemused at being asked to meet in a classroom that had long been put out of use. Nobody was there so she sat and waited, reading through her copy of Quidditch Weekly to keep herself entertained. She had waited for a long time, and was about to leave when she heard loud, excited footsteps clattering along the corridor. In a moment, Luna had sprinted in, her face flushed, clutching an envelope.
'Luna, there you are! I was just about to-'
Luna shoved the envelope into her hands. Ginny had a split second to notice how pretty she looked today (the carrot earrings suited her very well), before Luna sprinted back out the door so quickly Ginny had no time to react. She now eyed the envelope, before deciding to take the plunge and just open it. Slightly apprehensively, she began to very carefully open the envelope, unwilling to tear the beautiful calligraphy. Inside was a piece of thick cartridge paper, written with the same violet ink.
Would you like to come with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow?
Ginny stared at the piece of paper. They had gone to Hogsmeade together before, lots of times, what was the big deal? Unless-
Could this be a date? Could Luna be asking her out? Her mouth went dry; she could feel her cheeks burning. The image of the two of them strolling along the prettily cobbled streets of Hogsmeade holding hands came, unbidden, into her mind. The entire scenario was dreamlike- of course she had always thought Luna was pretty, and had sometimes thought about what kissing her would be like, but a date? She hadn't even known that Luna liked women!
Then again, why not? She had known Harry wasn't the one from the first time he kissed her. She had just felt… nothing. Even the thought of kissing Luna sent butterflies flapping wildly in her stomach. Shit, if it was a date, what should she wear for it? All of the outfits she owned suddenly seemed too hideous to bear contemplation. And where would they go? All the romantic spots were overcrowded and overpriced. Oh God, what if Luna was no longer attracted to her because her outfit was so awful, or if they couldn't hear each other speak over the loud talking of various couples? There were any number of things that could go wrong, each scenario seemed worse than the other.
At that moment, Luna walked into the room. She hovered in the doorway, looking nervous. 'Sorry for running away, I was too anxious to stay while you read it.' Her voice was very soft.
'I would love to.' The words came out of Ginny spontaneously and slightly chocked. Ginny cursed herself for her awkwardness. As soon as she had started speaking, Ginny felt her throat constrict- the problem was Luna was looking straight at her, she was unable to concentrate. The light streaming in from the windows illuminated Luna's hair in a halo of gold. Heart pounding in her chest, Ginny walked up to Luna and took her hand. 'I would love to go out with you', she clarified, the words coming out more smoothly this time. The blonde haired girl looked at her, eyes wide. Oh shit, thought Ginny. I've completely messed this up. She was just was asking me out as a friend-
Luna reached up and gently brushed her fingers along Ginny's cheekbone. She felt a flush of heat where Luna had touched her.
'There was a nargle there. Don't worry, I've got it off you now.'
'Thanks', Ginny stuttered, completely at sea as to what to do next. Her hands felt like enormous trowels on the ends of her arms, hanging there stupidly. Was she meant to do something with them? Luna must think she was crazy.
'There's one here, too', Luna said, and reached up, cupping her cheek. They stared into each other's eyes, and Luna leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. It was a very brief kiss, and Ginny only had a moment to register how soft Luna's lips were before they broke apart.
'There you go. All nargle free.' With that, Luna smiled at her (the radiance of her smile dazzling Ginny even further) ,and left the room. In that moment, Ginny knew that it didn't matter what her outfit looked like, it didn't matter if there were a thousand people crammed into wherever they chose to go. She was with Luna, and that was enough to make anywhere, and anything they did together, perfect.