Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2008-08-09 12:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008, ginny weasley, ginny/luna, luna lovegood |
[FIC] Echoes: Luna/Ginny :: gift for dark_branwen
Title: Echoes
Author:
Recipient: dark_branwen
Pairing: Luna/Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2488
Warnings: angst, explicit sex acts, femmeslash
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Amid the turmoil of the Second War, the Room of Requirement foresees a need Ginny never expected.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to forest_rose for the excellent beta.
As the remaining DA members filed slowly and stealthily back to their common rooms and dormitories, Ginny Weasley remained standing, a solitary figure, in a shadowed corner of the Room of Requirement.
“You coming, Gin?” Neville asked as he turned his head.
“Yeah, I’m on my way,” Ginny replied hastily. In truth, she would not be returning to Gryffindor Tower soon: the wearisome worry of the war both inside and out of the Hogwarts castle walls weighed heavily on her mind.
And on her heart.
Satisfied with Ginny’s empty response, Neville departed the room, leaving his fellow Gryffindor to be alone with her tempestuous thoughts. Seemingly contented with her solitary situation, Ginny sunk to the floor. Sitting, she hitched her bony knees up to her chin and clasped them to her chest. Holding herself, Ginny rested her head on her knees and stared blankly ahead as thoughts of the future – or, rather, what would be left of the future – flooded her consciousness.
“Ginny?” an airy, enquiring voice suddenly pierced the darkness of Ginny’s mind. Startled, she jumped.
“Oh! Luna, what…what are you doing still here?”
“You seemed a little…” Luna began, her clear blue eyes gazing upwards, as though searching the ceiling for the right word, “distant,” she concluded with a wave of her hand and a gentle smile in Ginny’s direction.
“Oh,” Ginny answered, somewhat blankly. Looking up at Luna from her seated position on the floor, Ginny found a concerned, kind face staring back into her own freckled features: “And I thought I was hiding it so well,” Ginny concluded, scoffing derisively at herself.
Luna returned Ginny’s self-scorn with the same gentle smile that so frequently graced her soft, pink lips. “It’s alright, Ginny,” she said quietly as she, too, fell to her knees and seated herself beside Ginny on the floor.
Ginny exhaled deeply. “No, it probably isn’t Luna,” she sighed, “That’s why I…I just kind of needed to be alone for a little while tonight, yeah?”
“But I’m here,” Luna replied matter-of-factly.
“Well, yeah, I know. That’s what I’m – don’t take this the wrong way please, Luna just…would you mind maybe leaving me be for a little bit. Just a bit.”
“But we’re in the Room of Requirement.”
Ginny furrowed her brow in confusion, “Yeah, I,” she began, before Luna cut her off.
“Well, if you really needed to be alone, you would be, wouldn’t you? The Room would somehow make it so, wouldn’t it? That’s what it does, isn’t it?” Luna reasoned.
“Well, yeah but I…”
“So if I’m still here, with you, maybe you don’t need to be alone as you think, maybe you just need someone to talk to. At least,” Luna paused momentarily, placing her hand on Ginny’s slim, freckled forearm, “The Room seems to think so.”
Ginny could not suppress the beginnings of a smile on her lips as she listened to Luna’s theoretical ruminations.
“The Room, hey?” Ginny ventured, raising an eyebrow.
“I think so,” came the confident response from the Ravenclaw.
“Well,” Ginny sighed, conceding defeat in the face of Luna’s logic, “Who am I to argue with The Room?”