acidpop25: "Undone," PG-13
Title: Undone
Author: acidpop25
Rating: PG-13, maybe an extremely soft R
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: #70, "Transformation"
Word Count: 1,220
Summary: "It was at once alluring and so strange Ginny hated it."
Warnings: Some femmeslash. Well, pre-femmeslash.
Notes: It's linear. It makes sense. It's normal 3rd person narration. And it's over 1,000 words. Clearly, I have been possessed.
"Lace me up, please?" Luna said, and leaned a bit to brace herself against the wall. Ginny took the ribbons in her hands, and hesitated.
"How tight?"
"Tight," Luna said, so Ginny closed her hands into fists and pulled. Luna let out a whoosh of surprised breath but held steady as Ginny laced and tied the ribbons. A pink bow at the base of her spine, girly, unusual for Luna.
"Is that good?"
"I think so." Luna straightened and adjusted the corset slightly, then went to the mirror. "Yes, that's good, thank you, Ginny."
"No problem." Ginny wondered if Luna had any idea just how good she looked in all that midnight satin. The heavy layered skirts hid her legs, but their flare and the cinch of the corset made Luna's slim waist look incredibly small and spoke of rounded hips that tiny little Luna really just didn't have. The corset even managed to make Luna look... well, busty really, which Ginny knew was ridiculous, because she'd seen Luna in a bathing suit over the summer, and there just wasn't that much there.
Luna spun in front of the mirror and gave a delighted giggle as her skirt fanned out around her, skimming a few inches above the floor. Ginny caught a glimpse of high heels and black stockings, and wondered why she hadn't noticed 'til then that Luna was very nearly her height in them.
When Luna finally lost interest in her twirling, she sat at the dressing table and started opening untouched pots and tubes of makeup. Ginny could never remember seeing Luna with so much as lipgloss on, but Luna worked quickly and easily, with fingers and tiny brushes, transforming wide blue doe-eyes into something far less innocent, shadowed deep pewter and kohl-rimmed, with long lashes curled and turned jet black. Blush next, staining high cheekbones pink, and the slightest hint of shimmer when she turned her head. Then lips, heavy glossy pink and pouting, the same colour as the ribbons. A dusting of something shimmery across her collarbones, then Luna fastened a black satin choker around her neck and centered the small pink crystal that hung from it to dangle over the hollow at the base of her throat. Luna lifted a sort of headdress from her jewelry box, slender silver chains and glittering faceted beads of pink and clear crystal, and Luna wove it carefully into her hair, hiding it, so only the occasional flash of light off crystals peeking between ash-blonde waves betrayed its presence. Luna stood, and pulled a pair of black satin gloves up to her elbows, and little pink ribbons fell from the gathers at the tops.
Transformation complete, the effect was half medieval princess, half modern seductress, and it was at once alluring and so strange Ginny hated it.
"All this, just for a Ball?"
"Why not?"
"You've never bothered before."
Luna's cheeks went pinker under the makeup. "Well," she said, and fussed with her skirt. Ginny's eyebrows very nearly disappeared into her hairline.
"Is there a boy?"
Luna's blush deepened further. "Maybe...."
"Luna!" Ginny admonished. "Why didn't you tell me?!"
"You don't like him."
"Why not?"
"You think he's a prat. Which," Luna added reflectively, "is pretty much true."
"Then why..."
"Well... he's very good looking..."
Ginny could only stare at her, open-mouthed. Luna never ceased to surprise. "You... you little minx!" Ginny cried. "You're going to seduce a boy!"
Luna grinned. "Come on. We're going to be late."
~*~*~*~
Ginny had seen Luna and Draco dancing, closer and closer until there was barely room for breath between them. Had seen the way Draco's hand settled low on the base of her spine, the way he looked at her, predatory. The way she whispered in his ear.
Ginny had seen Draco smirk and lead Luna into the shadows, toward the Slytherin dungeons, fingers already threaded in the ribbons at her back.
Ginny had seen all of this, so she certainly hadn't expected to see Luna again that night. Luna's skirts were wrinkled, her ribbons half undone, and she was clutching the corset to her chest to keep it on. Her hair was mussed, falling around her face, and her gloves were slouched around her wrists. The lipstick had come off, and her eye makeup was ruined, smudged into big raccoon eyes and running down her face; she was crying.
"Luna?" Ginny said, and was out of bed in a flash. "Luna, what's wrong?"
Luna's breath hitched, and she sank to her knees on the dormitory floor. "Ginny... Ginny, am I pretty?"
"Of course you're pretty, what kind of question is- Luna, what happened, talk to me..."
"He... once he saw me... without the dress..."
"Shallow bastard," Ginny hissed. "He's not worth it."
"Gin, I..."
"Come here," Ginny interrupted, and offered Luna her hand. Luna sniffled and took it, and Ginny pulled her to her feet.
"He's not worth it," Ginny said again, gentler, and walked around behind Luna to carefully untangle the ribbons at her back and unlace her the rest of the way. Luna let go of the corset, and Ginny slid it off of her. The boning had left angry little red lined up Luna's sides; Ginny smoothed over them with her fingers, and Luna shivered, just a little bit.
"Ginny..."
"Hush," Ginny murmured, reaching for the hidden zip of the heavy skirt. "Just let me take care of you, okay?" She slid the tab down, and the material fell to the floor around Luna's legs in a heap. Luna stepped out of it, and kicked the spiky heels off her feet with a relieved sigh.
Ginny led Luna to her own dressing table and pulled the gloves off her hands (she had such tiny little hands), then carefully set to untangling Luna's hair from the delicate links of the hairpiece. When it was worked free, she started brushing out all those waves of blonde, carefully picking the tangles out until her hair was as it usually was, falling smoothly down her back. The choker came off next, and then Ginny plucked a small cloth from a box and started washing Luna's face with it, wiping the smudged makeup off Luna's pale skin.
"Thank you," Luna whispered, when Ginny was done.
"You don't need to thank me," Ginny replied. "Now go lie down."
Luna obeyed, and Ginny sat down on the bed next to her and peeled the stockings off her legs, and didn't bother to offer Luna her spare pajamas, because past sleepovers had taught Ginny that Luna almost never wore them, anyway.
Luna was peachy-pale against the dark red sheets, and her hair had fanned out under her. She was tiny, rather bony, with ribs that poked out a little, flat boyish hips, and small breasts. She had a pretty face, though, with lovely big eyes and a sweet little smile, and a slender, pale neck and somehow elegant collarbones. And all that lovely hair, and her little hands, and rather good legs, if a touch too thin.
"You are pretty," Ginny said, and meant it.
Luna smiled, just a little. "Love you Gin," she murmured sleepily, and even as Ginny smiled fondly at her friend's easy way with affection, her pulse sped up.
"Love you too, Lu. G'night."
But Luna had already fallen asleep.
Author: acidpop25
Rating: PG-13, maybe an extremely soft R
Prompt Set: 100.1
Prompt: #70, "Transformation"
Word Count: 1,220
Summary: "It was at once alluring and so strange Ginny hated it."
Warnings: Some femmeslash. Well, pre-femmeslash.
Notes: It's linear. It makes sense. It's normal 3rd person narration. And it's over 1,000 words. Clearly, I have been possessed.
"Lace me up, please?" Luna said, and leaned a bit to brace herself against the wall. Ginny took the ribbons in her hands, and hesitated.
"How tight?"
"Tight," Luna said, so Ginny closed her hands into fists and pulled. Luna let out a whoosh of surprised breath but held steady as Ginny laced and tied the ribbons. A pink bow at the base of her spine, girly, unusual for Luna.
"Is that good?"
"I think so." Luna straightened and adjusted the corset slightly, then went to the mirror. "Yes, that's good, thank you, Ginny."
"No problem." Ginny wondered if Luna had any idea just how good she looked in all that midnight satin. The heavy layered skirts hid her legs, but their flare and the cinch of the corset made Luna's slim waist look incredibly small and spoke of rounded hips that tiny little Luna really just didn't have. The corset even managed to make Luna look... well, busty really, which Ginny knew was ridiculous, because she'd seen Luna in a bathing suit over the summer, and there just wasn't that much there.
Luna spun in front of the mirror and gave a delighted giggle as her skirt fanned out around her, skimming a few inches above the floor. Ginny caught a glimpse of high heels and black stockings, and wondered why she hadn't noticed 'til then that Luna was very nearly her height in them.
When Luna finally lost interest in her twirling, she sat at the dressing table and started opening untouched pots and tubes of makeup. Ginny could never remember seeing Luna with so much as lipgloss on, but Luna worked quickly and easily, with fingers and tiny brushes, transforming wide blue doe-eyes into something far less innocent, shadowed deep pewter and kohl-rimmed, with long lashes curled and turned jet black. Blush next, staining high cheekbones pink, and the slightest hint of shimmer when she turned her head. Then lips, heavy glossy pink and pouting, the same colour as the ribbons. A dusting of something shimmery across her collarbones, then Luna fastened a black satin choker around her neck and centered the small pink crystal that hung from it to dangle over the hollow at the base of her throat. Luna lifted a sort of headdress from her jewelry box, slender silver chains and glittering faceted beads of pink and clear crystal, and Luna wove it carefully into her hair, hiding it, so only the occasional flash of light off crystals peeking between ash-blonde waves betrayed its presence. Luna stood, and pulled a pair of black satin gloves up to her elbows, and little pink ribbons fell from the gathers at the tops.
Transformation complete, the effect was half medieval princess, half modern seductress, and it was at once alluring and so strange Ginny hated it.
"All this, just for a Ball?"
"Why not?"
"You've never bothered before."
Luna's cheeks went pinker under the makeup. "Well," she said, and fussed with her skirt. Ginny's eyebrows very nearly disappeared into her hairline.
"Is there a boy?"
Luna's blush deepened further. "Maybe...."
"Luna!" Ginny admonished. "Why didn't you tell me?!"
"You don't like him."
"Why not?"
"You think he's a prat. Which," Luna added reflectively, "is pretty much true."
"Then why..."
"Well... he's very good looking..."
Ginny could only stare at her, open-mouthed. Luna never ceased to surprise. "You... you little minx!" Ginny cried. "You're going to seduce a boy!"
Luna grinned. "Come on. We're going to be late."
~*~*~*~
Ginny had seen Luna and Draco dancing, closer and closer until there was barely room for breath between them. Had seen the way Draco's hand settled low on the base of her spine, the way he looked at her, predatory. The way she whispered in his ear.
Ginny had seen Draco smirk and lead Luna into the shadows, toward the Slytherin dungeons, fingers already threaded in the ribbons at her back.
Ginny had seen all of this, so she certainly hadn't expected to see Luna again that night. Luna's skirts were wrinkled, her ribbons half undone, and she was clutching the corset to her chest to keep it on. Her hair was mussed, falling around her face, and her gloves were slouched around her wrists. The lipstick had come off, and her eye makeup was ruined, smudged into big raccoon eyes and running down her face; she was crying.
"Luna?" Ginny said, and was out of bed in a flash. "Luna, what's wrong?"
Luna's breath hitched, and she sank to her knees on the dormitory floor. "Ginny... Ginny, am I pretty?"
"Of course you're pretty, what kind of question is- Luna, what happened, talk to me..."
"He... once he saw me... without the dress..."
"Shallow bastard," Ginny hissed. "He's not worth it."
"Gin, I..."
"Come here," Ginny interrupted, and offered Luna her hand. Luna sniffled and took it, and Ginny pulled her to her feet.
"He's not worth it," Ginny said again, gentler, and walked around behind Luna to carefully untangle the ribbons at her back and unlace her the rest of the way. Luna let go of the corset, and Ginny slid it off of her. The boning had left angry little red lined up Luna's sides; Ginny smoothed over them with her fingers, and Luna shivered, just a little bit.
"Ginny..."
"Hush," Ginny murmured, reaching for the hidden zip of the heavy skirt. "Just let me take care of you, okay?" She slid the tab down, and the material fell to the floor around Luna's legs in a heap. Luna stepped out of it, and kicked the spiky heels off her feet with a relieved sigh.
Ginny led Luna to her own dressing table and pulled the gloves off her hands (she had such tiny little hands), then carefully set to untangling Luna's hair from the delicate links of the hairpiece. When it was worked free, she started brushing out all those waves of blonde, carefully picking the tangles out until her hair was as it usually was, falling smoothly down her back. The choker came off next, and then Ginny plucked a small cloth from a box and started washing Luna's face with it, wiping the smudged makeup off Luna's pale skin.
"Thank you," Luna whispered, when Ginny was done.
"You don't need to thank me," Ginny replied. "Now go lie down."
Luna obeyed, and Ginny sat down on the bed next to her and peeled the stockings off her legs, and didn't bother to offer Luna her spare pajamas, because past sleepovers had taught Ginny that Luna almost never wore them, anyway.
Luna was peachy-pale against the dark red sheets, and her hair had fanned out under her. She was tiny, rather bony, with ribs that poked out a little, flat boyish hips, and small breasts. She had a pretty face, though, with lovely big eyes and a sweet little smile, and a slender, pale neck and somehow elegant collarbones. And all that lovely hair, and her little hands, and rather good legs, if a touch too thin.
"You are pretty," Ginny said, and meant it.
Luna smiled, just a little. "Love you Gin," she murmured sleepily, and even as Ginny smiled fondly at her friend's easy way with affection, her pulse sped up.
"Love you too, Lu. G'night."
But Luna had already fallen asleep.