Pomegranates and Chocolate, by 1000tigerlilies (Ginny/Luna, NC-17)
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Sometimes Luna gives me the password to the Ravenclaw common room so we can do our homework together. Sometimes her smile distracts me. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to kiss her. Sometimes she looks at me with such intensity that I wish she were mine.
“Ginny?”
“Mmm?” I look back down at my paper and hope she didn’t notice me staring.
“Who was the crazy wizard with big hair that fought for muggle rights in 1782…was it Sigmund or Raphael?” Of course she didn’t notice-she never lets herself get sidetracked.
“Sigmund”
“Thank you, love” She smiles and I try not to melt. “Big hair”… She’s so lovely.
I had a dream about her last night. She was eating pomegranate seeds, and I was eating chocolate, and then she kissed me. She kissed me, and in my waning sleep-I could taste it. When I woke up, I knew I’d never be able to eat pomegranate or chocolate without feeling a familiar beckoning warmth between my legs.
I make my way up the carpeted staircase to the Gryffindor dormitories and stare at the shadowed, empty room - drowning in silence. If you don’t make a move, this is what your house will look like. Always. My hands clench tightly and I turn around. I try to ignore the excuses running through my head - She doesn’t like girls…
She might have a boyfriend that I don’t know about…
I’m just a friend…
And before I know it I’ve reached the Ravenclaw common room.
My heart stops and I bite my tongue - I can’t remember the password. I curse myself under my breath.
“Ginny?” Shit.
“Yes?” It’s a first year I talk to sometimes when I sit by Luna in the Great Hall. She smiles before I can run and rests her hand gently on my shoulder.
“Are you alright? Do you need something?” I smile back. If only you knew…
“I’m fine, thanks… Someone gave me the password earlier, but I’ve forgotten it… Is there any chance you could…”
”Oh yeah, no problem. Nucor”
I thank her and walk through the small, chilly hallway to the Ravenclaw common room. There are only about fifteen students around, so it’s easy to see that Luna isn’t here… I stand at the foot of the stairs and consider turning back, but the next thing I know I’m a stair away from the top. To calm myself down, I look down, and I notice my bracelet. It’s blue braided thread and it has a little frog bead in the middle. Luna gave it to me during Divination one day.
“There was once a frog called Lee,” she told me, “and Lee lived in a well outside a convent. One day a nun came out and spotted Lee. The nun’s name was April, and April was crying her eyes out. Lee told her to sit down, and she began to explain to him about the married man she had fallen in love with.” And then, Luna told me - as seriously as humanly possible - that Lee the frog told April the nun that she was a lesbian.
I reach the prefect’s quarters at a crawl and peer in. She’s sitting in a chair facing the wall, bent over her desk, writing slowly and vigilantly. I move towards her and I don’t stop until I’m mere centimeters away from touching her. She tilts her head at an angle and keeps working, unperturbed.
Her hair moves and exposes her pale neck. I can’t help it.
I lower my lips to her skin and revel in the warmth it provides. Luna moans gently and I feel dizzy. She tastes like the chocolate I ate at dinner. Oh god. She wants this. Perhaps not as much as I do, but she wants it. I trace the outside of her ear with my index finger and watch her shudder.
I put my hands under her arms and pull her so she’s fully erect. She gets the idea. She strips out of her shirt and bra within thirty seconds and I’m left to admire the angel’s back. Again I brush her hair out of my way and kiss the small knob between her shoulders.
I drop onto my knees, place my tongue where the small of her back curls, and lick up about an inch. By this time she’s grabbed my hands that have been resting on the sides of her hips, and I intertwine our fingers. I stand, and, like an intricate yet candid dance move, she twists to face me, and I can feel the heat that radiates from under her skirt against my thighs.
“Promise me you won’t regret this” It’s more of a question than anything else, and I nod - deeply surprised that she was the one to ask. I watch her eyes as her face gets closer to mine and my mouth dries up and I wonder how you relearn to breathe. But our lips greet each other void of any hesitancy we might have had earlier. I release my grip on her fingers and run the palms of my hands down her sides and then back up.
I feel her hands at the small of my back, pulling me-very slightly-towards her. I close my eyes and my rough mouth encounters her very not-rough lips with certain bitterness. Bitterness that it’s taken so fucking long. I think she senses it
“You don’t have to be alone anymore”
How does she do that? Her mouth opens slightly and I lick out at her bottom lip. Right there, it’s over. I lose control (I think she does, too) and cup her perfect breasts in my cold hands. I pinch her nipples and she bites my top lip.
Please love me
It doesn’t take long to get my hands in her skirt, and her breathing staggers more than once. I cry when she comes and she holds me. I think to myself that this is what life is and… I’m ecstatic.
I watch her smile quietly in her sleep, kiss her cheek, and go back to my own dorm. The next day when I get the owl at breakfast with a package containing pomegranates I have to get up and excuse myself. I rush to the bathroom to relieve myself but she’s beaten me there.
author: 1000tigerlilies
pairing: Ginny/Luna
rating/warning: Muddled smut (a bit fluffy)
length: About 1051 words
I wrote this a while ago, and just recently found your community and my fic fit your challenge. Heh. So... Hope you like it and such.
<3
Sometimes Luna gives me the password to the Ravenclaw common room so we can do our homework together. Sometimes her smile distracts me. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to kiss her. Sometimes she looks at me with such intensity that I wish she were mine.
“Ginny?”
“Mmm?” I look back down at my paper and hope she didn’t notice me staring.
“Who was the crazy wizard with big hair that fought for muggle rights in 1782…was it Sigmund or Raphael?” Of course she didn’t notice-she never lets herself get sidetracked.
“Sigmund”
“Thank you, love” She smiles and I try not to melt. “Big hair”… She’s so lovely.
I had a dream about her last night. She was eating pomegranate seeds, and I was eating chocolate, and then she kissed me. She kissed me, and in my waning sleep-I could taste it. When I woke up, I knew I’d never be able to eat pomegranate or chocolate without feeling a familiar beckoning warmth between my legs.
I make my way up the carpeted staircase to the Gryffindor dormitories and stare at the shadowed, empty room - drowning in silence. If you don’t make a move, this is what your house will look like. Always. My hands clench tightly and I turn around. I try to ignore the excuses running through my head - She doesn’t like girls…
She might have a boyfriend that I don’t know about…
I’m just a friend…
And before I know it I’ve reached the Ravenclaw common room.
My heart stops and I bite my tongue - I can’t remember the password. I curse myself under my breath.
“Ginny?” Shit.
“Yes?” It’s a first year I talk to sometimes when I sit by Luna in the Great Hall. She smiles before I can run and rests her hand gently on my shoulder.
“Are you alright? Do you need something?” I smile back. If only you knew…
“I’m fine, thanks… Someone gave me the password earlier, but I’ve forgotten it… Is there any chance you could…”
”Oh yeah, no problem. Nucor”
I thank her and walk through the small, chilly hallway to the Ravenclaw common room. There are only about fifteen students around, so it’s easy to see that Luna isn’t here… I stand at the foot of the stairs and consider turning back, but the next thing I know I’m a stair away from the top. To calm myself down, I look down, and I notice my bracelet. It’s blue braided thread and it has a little frog bead in the middle. Luna gave it to me during Divination one day.
“There was once a frog called Lee,” she told me, “and Lee lived in a well outside a convent. One day a nun came out and spotted Lee. The nun’s name was April, and April was crying her eyes out. Lee told her to sit down, and she began to explain to him about the married man she had fallen in love with.” And then, Luna told me - as seriously as humanly possible - that Lee the frog told April the nun that she was a lesbian.
I reach the prefect’s quarters at a crawl and peer in. She’s sitting in a chair facing the wall, bent over her desk, writing slowly and vigilantly. I move towards her and I don’t stop until I’m mere centimeters away from touching her. She tilts her head at an angle and keeps working, unperturbed.
Her hair moves and exposes her pale neck. I can’t help it.
I lower my lips to her skin and revel in the warmth it provides. Luna moans gently and I feel dizzy. She tastes like the chocolate I ate at dinner. Oh god. She wants this. Perhaps not as much as I do, but she wants it. I trace the outside of her ear with my index finger and watch her shudder.
I put my hands under her arms and pull her so she’s fully erect. She gets the idea. She strips out of her shirt and bra within thirty seconds and I’m left to admire the angel’s back. Again I brush her hair out of my way and kiss the small knob between her shoulders.
I drop onto my knees, place my tongue where the small of her back curls, and lick up about an inch. By this time she’s grabbed my hands that have been resting on the sides of her hips, and I intertwine our fingers. I stand, and, like an intricate yet candid dance move, she twists to face me, and I can feel the heat that radiates from under her skirt against my thighs.
“Promise me you won’t regret this” It’s more of a question than anything else, and I nod - deeply surprised that she was the one to ask. I watch her eyes as her face gets closer to mine and my mouth dries up and I wonder how you relearn to breathe. But our lips greet each other void of any hesitancy we might have had earlier. I release my grip on her fingers and run the palms of my hands down her sides and then back up.
I feel her hands at the small of my back, pulling me-very slightly-towards her. I close my eyes and my rough mouth encounters her very not-rough lips with certain bitterness. Bitterness that it’s taken so fucking long. I think she senses it
“You don’t have to be alone anymore”
How does she do that? Her mouth opens slightly and I lick out at her bottom lip. Right there, it’s over. I lose control (I think she does, too) and cup her perfect breasts in my cold hands. I pinch her nipples and she bites my top lip.
Please love me
It doesn’t take long to get my hands in her skirt, and her breathing staggers more than once. I cry when she comes and she holds me. I think to myself that this is what life is and… I’m ecstatic.
I watch her smile quietly in her sleep, kiss her cheek, and go back to my own dorm. The next day when I get the owl at breakfast with a package containing pomegranates I have to get up and excuse myself. I rush to the bathroom to relieve myself but she’s beaten me there.
author: 1000tigerlilies
pairing: Ginny/Luna
rating/warning: Muddled smut (a bit fluffy)
length: About 1051 words
I wrote this a while ago, and just recently found your community and my fic fit your challenge. Heh. So... Hope you like it and such.
<3