Second Week
TITLE: You
FOR: Lady Guns
SHIP: Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood
WARNINGS:Sorry again for the quality of the story, I only had about 45 minutes to write it.
NOTE: This is written from Ginny's POV
I’ve wanted to kiss you, you know.
Yes, you. Loony, Loopy, Lovegood.
I know that most girls want to kiss boys. I’m not like most girls. You’re not like most girls as well.
I don’t know if you are…you know, like me. But you’re different.
I must admit that at first I thought you were odd, and not in the good way.
Tucking your wand behind your ear, using corkscrews as jewelry…I thought there was something wrong with you in our first year.
Then, I began to think you’re amusing. I started to laugh behind your back along with everyone else.
I know it’s a mean thing to do, but come on, I was only thirteen. Wouldn’t you laugh at you, too?
But now…I just want to kiss you.
And Christmas is just the right time.
Fred and George, my brothers, showed me how to perform a mistletoe charm. They used it to snog girls around Christmas all the time.
Now, it’s my turn.
I watch you walk around the halls and try to keep myself together.
You’re so pretty. I love the way your dirty-blonde hair bounces on your back as you walk, and I love the dream-like quality your eyes have. How didn’t anyone notice your beauty? How didn’t I notice your beauty? It’s hard to ignore it now.
I know - no, I hope, that you’ll kiss me back. You’re not like other girls; you live by another set of rules.
Here you are, walking near the Charms classroom. You’re about to round up on a corner, and there I’ll be.
I mutter the charm and try to keep myself together. It needs to be done right.
I have it all planned out.
You’ll round up a corner and bump into me. I’ll have mistletoe above my head. I’ll smile sheepishly. And then…we will kiss. After all, tradition is tradition.
Here you are. You almost walked right into me. I smile sheepishly and glance up.
My heart beats so fast I think everyone in the corridor could hear it.
You look up as well. My mouth is dry. You see the mistletoe. Oh dear Merlin, here is the moment.
You give me a small smile and continue walking.
WAIT! This was not in the plan.
I look up again and my heart sinks to my knickers.
The charm went wrong. There is no Mistletoe above my head.
You’re already at the end of the hall. You manage to almost bump into a suit of armor.
Everyone is laughing.
I’m not.
FOR: Lady Guns
SHIP: Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood
WARNINGS:Sorry again for the quality of the story, I only had about 45 minutes to write it.
NOTE: This is written from Ginny's POV
I’ve wanted to kiss you, you know.
Yes, you. Loony, Loopy, Lovegood.
I know that most girls want to kiss boys. I’m not like most girls. You’re not like most girls as well.
I don’t know if you are…you know, like me. But you’re different.
I must admit that at first I thought you were odd, and not in the good way.
Tucking your wand behind your ear, using corkscrews as jewelry…I thought there was something wrong with you in our first year.
Then, I began to think you’re amusing. I started to laugh behind your back along with everyone else.
I know it’s a mean thing to do, but come on, I was only thirteen. Wouldn’t you laugh at you, too?
But now…I just want to kiss you.
And Christmas is just the right time.
Fred and George, my brothers, showed me how to perform a mistletoe charm. They used it to snog girls around Christmas all the time.
Now, it’s my turn.
I watch you walk around the halls and try to keep myself together.
You’re so pretty. I love the way your dirty-blonde hair bounces on your back as you walk, and I love the dream-like quality your eyes have. How didn’t anyone notice your beauty? How didn’t I notice your beauty? It’s hard to ignore it now.
I know - no, I hope, that you’ll kiss me back. You’re not like other girls; you live by another set of rules.
Here you are, walking near the Charms classroom. You’re about to round up on a corner, and there I’ll be.
I mutter the charm and try to keep myself together. It needs to be done right.
I have it all planned out.
You’ll round up a corner and bump into me. I’ll have mistletoe above my head. I’ll smile sheepishly. And then…we will kiss. After all, tradition is tradition.
Here you are. You almost walked right into me. I smile sheepishly and glance up.
My heart beats so fast I think everyone in the corridor could hear it.
You look up as well. My mouth is dry. You see the mistletoe. Oh dear Merlin, here is the moment.
You give me a small smile and continue walking.
WAIT! This was not in the plan.
I look up again and my heart sinks to my knickers.
The charm went wrong. There is no Mistletoe above my head.
You’re already at the end of the hall. You manage to almost bump into a suit of armor.
Everyone is laughing.
I’m not.