Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2008-08-19 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008, ginny weasley, ginny/luna, luna lovegood |
[FIC] What Would Harry Do?: Ginny/Luna :: gift for teshara
Title: What Would Harry Do?
Author:
Recipient: teshara
Pairing: Ginny/Luna
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2800
Warnings: Femslash, strong sexual content
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: After their punishment for attempting to steal Gryffindor's Sword, Ginny and Luna find comfort in acting out 'what would Harry do?'
Author's Notes: I'm assuming both Ginny and Luna would be terrified and/or traumatized after attempting to steal Gryffindor's Sword, thereby being in an 'altered' state.
Luna and I left Neville in the infirmary and started walking back to our dorms.
Neville, the poor love, had taken a Cruciatus for me, as well as several more of his own, had been whipped and beaten, but that wasn't why he was in the infirmary. When the three of us were leaving the Forbidden Forest after our 'detention' with Hagrid, he had tripped on a tree root and broken his nose and given himself a concussion.
It would be so funny if it had happened to, say, Malfoy or Crabbe, but not poor Neville. He was so changed this year, so focused, so determined, and, yes, so brave.
Luna and I reached the stairs for Gryffindor tower, but as I turned to go up, she took my hand.
"Don't...don't leave me yet, please, Ginny," she asked softly. "Please, at least walk me to Ravenclaw tower."
This was very unlike Luna. She appeared nervous, scared even, something that she rarely was. However, this night had been a terror for all three of us, starting with Snape catching us in his office trying to steal Gryffindor's sword.
That was the first Cruciatus Neville took for us. Then, Snape turned us over to Amycus Carrow and two members of the 'punishment' detail, Crabbe and Goyle.
They took us to a dungeon and then, without warning, subjected all three of us to another Cruciatus.
That wasn't the worst of it. Crabbe vanished Luna's shirt and skirt, then pulled her knickers off, and began to roughly fondle her.
Carrow leered at me then, panting, "I think you have a good idea there, boy. How about it, Weasley? Fancy a little action tonight?"
I spat in his face, which got me a hard slap and another Cruciatus.
I wasn't worried for myself, though. Crabbe had dropped his trousers and pants and was actually lying on top of Luna, poking at her. Luna normally was incredible calm in the face of danger, but she was truly terrified, screaming as Crabbe tried to force himself into her. I couldn't believe this was going to happen, one of my best friends raped before my eyes. At Hogwarts!
Then I had my own problems as Carrow pulled my skirt off and reached for my knickers. I discouraged him momentarily with a swift kick to his crotch.
At that point, Snape showed up, ordered the three of them away from us and directed me, Luna and Neville to go to Hagrid's hut and serve our detention in the Forbidden Forest. It mostly consisted of him comforting us and swearing that he'd kill Carrow as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
"Alright, Luna," I agreed. "I'll walk you back to your dorm. Don't be scared, I won't let anything happen to you."
Brave words. I'm not sure I totally believed them, though.
We got to Ravenclaw tower and I turned to leave, when Luna grabbed my hand again.
"Please, walk me to my room. I'm sorry. I'm just still so...so scared."
I wanted to get to my own bed, but Luna looked truly miserable, so I smiled and agreed.
Luna gave the password and we went into the Ravenclaw common room. It was empty, it was quite late, actually. It looked very much like the Gryffindor common room, except the color scheme, of course. Blue and Silver.
We walked up to Luna's floor and into her room. Her dorm mates were all asleep.
"I'll be going, now," I said, giving her a hug.
"Please, don't," she sniffled. "I don't know why I'm so weepy tonight."
"Luna, you were tortured, almost raped. You have every reason to be weepy," I assured her.
"Shower with me?" she asked. "Please, I just don't want to be alone yet."
This was a little odd, but then I showered with the other girls in my dorm, and in the Quidditch lockers.
I sighed and nodded. Luna grabbed a couple of towels and her soap and shampoo and we went into the bathroom.
We undressed, rather shyly I was surprised to find. Well, we were both still suffering from the emotional roller coaster ride of the evening.
I found myself looking at Luna. She was really very, very pretty. Her hair had gotten lighter, whether naturally or from magic I couldn't tell. She was a lot like me, actually - an inch or two taller, slender, not much in the chest department, fairly narrow hips. Her rear end was very soft-looking, though, with a 'sag' at the bottom of her cheeks. My bum was very round and muscular and jutted out from all the exercising I did to keep in shape for Quidditch. More than one Slytherin walked away bent over double after pinching it, I promise you that.
I found myself staring at Luna's bottom. I thought it was a lot sexier than mine.
She must have felt me staring, because she turned her head around over her shoulder and smiled, actually striking a pose.
"I like your bottom better," she giggled.
"It looks like a guy's," I mumbled.
"Well, maybe that's why I like it," Luna grinned. "Harry has a nice bum, doesn't he?"
"Er, well, I wouldn't know."
Luna gave me a 'look.'
"Well," I confessed, "I did squeeze it a few times last May, I admit it. Yes, Harry has a very nice bum."
I walked into a shower cubicle, then gasped a bit as Luna followed me in.
"Er, Luna..."
"You didn't take any soap or shampoo," she said, turning on the water, which magically and immediately assumed the perfect temperature.
"Let wash your back," she offered, gently turning me around.
I hadn't had my back washed for me since I was six years old and my mother did it. Well, alright, Hermione did it once at the Burrow after we'd gone swimming one summer, but she was outside of the shower and simply had reached in and done it.
It felt wonderful! Luna's hands were so soft. She massaged my shoulders a little, then let her hands trail down my sides to my hips. Then, she reached around and soaped my stomach, her body softly pressing into mine.
I blushed. Her breasts were poking into my back, her bush was tickling my cheeks.
"Er, Luna..." I wasn't very articulate at the moment.
"Turn around," she ordered, and I did so.
I stared into her eyes.
"Luna, maybe we should..."
"Wash me? Please?" she said.
I took the soap and she turned around. I softly washed her pale flesh, noticing for the first time that there were small scratches on her back and bottom from lying on the floor in the dungeon.
Steeling myself, I washed her soft cheeks, murmuring, "Your poor back. Your skin is so...so perfect, Luna. Not like mine."
I blushed, but it was the truth. Unlike my own freckle bedecked body, Luna didn't have a freckle, a mole, even a zit anywhere on her that I could see.
She turned around and smiled.
"I like freckles," she said, running a finger down my body from my neck to my navel.
We looked into each other's eyes, then suddenly, she leaned forward and kissed me. Nothing deep or hot, just a soft, sweet kiss.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Let's get out and dry off."
We did so, then wrapping our towels around ourselves and picking up our clothes, walked back into the bedroom.
I sat on Luna's bed with her, drying my hair as she dried hers. She pulled the curtains to and cast a Silencing charm. Suddenly, I was feeling nervous.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't know why I kissed you. I'm just still so...so traumatized. I'm not different from any other witch, really. I'd like to know love, gentle, tender love. But, to...to be raped..."
I pulled her into a hug and, to my great surprise, gave her my own kiss, this one lingering for a few seconds.
"What's it like, Ginny?"
"What's what like?"
"You know, it. Sex. Making love to a man."
I felt myself blushing from my toes to my eyebrows.
"I...I...I..." Very good, Ginny, I thought. How articulate.
Luna merely raised an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't know, Luna, honest," I told her.
"Really?" she asked, her eyes wider than usual. "But...but, you and Harry, and Dean, and Michael..."
"I was only fourteen when I was dating Michael, Luna," I said, just a little sharply. "Yes, we snogged a lot, but I wasn't about to have sex with someone when I was fourteen."
"I'm sorry," Luna sniffled, a tear on her cheek.
"Don't cry," I said, wiping the tear away with my thumb. "The way we carried on, I'm not surprised that people think that. It was the same with Dean. Fifteen is still much, much too young to have sex."
Dean didn't think so. That was another reason I broke up with him. He asked just one time too many.
"So you and Harry..."
"We're both still virgins, as far as I know," I admitted, rather sadly actually. With him, I would have at fifteen.
"Did you do anything, well, naughty," Luna asked with a mysterious smile.
"Luna! Why this sudden interest in my sex life?"
"I've never had one," she sighed. "Listening to Cho go on and on about Cedric didn't help."
"You were thirteen, Luna," I reminded her. "You wanted to have sex at thirteen?"
"Well, no," she said. "I'm wondering if any wizard will ever want to make love to me."
"I'm sure you'll be fighting them off with your wand," I giggled. "Luna, you're really very pretty, you know. Much prettier than me."
"You're changing the subject. Did you do anything with Harry?"
I didn't really want to tell her, but I figured maybe it would calm her down.
"Well, a little bit. I, er, I did let him touch my, ahh, my tits. Umm, several times."
"On top of your clothes?" she grinned.
"Er, no, under," I admitted, blushing again. It had felt wonderful. Harry had the most amazing callouses.
Then I almost screamed as Luna pulled my towel away and squeezed my left breast, then started to softly massage it.
"Like this?" she asked.
"Yes!" I squeaked. Yes, squeaked.
Her eyes were glistening. Her hand was very soft, no callouses.
"Anywhere else?"
"Umm, er, well, I let him squeeze my...my thighs," I told her, instantly regretting it.
"Under you skirt?"
I could only nod, and Luna's other hand slid up my left thigh, her fingers stopping only an inch or so from my suddenly very warm, very wet vagina.
"Were you kissing during this?"
"Yes," I said and Luna's lips were on mine again. This time her tongue caressed them and I couldn't help it, I opened my mouth and let her in.
Oh, gods! It was as remarkable as any kiss any wizard ever gave me.
After a good minute, I managed to push Luna off me enough to gasp, "Luna! Stop! Please!"
She didn't seem to hear me.
"What else? Did he...did he touch your...your pussy?"
"Only on top of my knickers!" Well, mostly only on top.
"Well, you don't have knickers on right now," Luna observed, as her slim, long fingers tangled in my wiry, red bush. Then, one of them slipped into my folds and touched me. THERE!
My body shook. My mind clouded. My vagina fluttered.
"Luna, he never..."
"If I were Harry, what would you have me do next?"
"Luna?"
"What?"
"I...I..." I couldn't do this. Or could I?
"I would have told him to kiss me some more," I heard my voice saying.
Luna's lips descended on mine again, her tongue twisting and teasing with mine. She pushed me down onto my back, her towel falling from her slender body. Her skin felt so warm and soft pressed against mine.
I remembered Harry's skin, down there by the lake last May. I had taken off my shirt and bra and gotten him to remove his shirt and vest, as well. It felt so amazing, his body pressed onto mine. That was also the day of the thigh squeezing and pussy petting.
Luna took her hands off my breast and pussy and rolled on top of me, her small breasts pushed flat, nipple-to-nipple to mine. She rocked slightly, increasing the friction between us, forcing a moan from my throat.
"What next?" she asked, her breath ragged and her eyes bright.
"Luna..." I didn't want this, did I?
"What next?" Luna insisted.
"I...I'd ask him to...to kiss my breasts."
Luna's lips and tongue trailed down my jaw, to my neck, dwelling for several long moments at the junction of my neck and shoulder. I moaned again.
All too soon, she left that wonderful spot and her tongue left a wet trail from there to the valley of my breasts.
She looked up, her eyes boring into mine, then her mouth descended on my right breast. Her lips encircled the rosy pink tip, her tongue flicked it, her teeth nibbled it softly.
"Lunaaaaaaaa!" My back arched, pushing my breast deeper into her warm, wet mouth. Harry had only very tentatively kissed my nipples, lips only, no tongue.
After a minute or two, Luna's mouth left my right breast and proceeded to lavish the same attention on the left one.
"Now, what next? What would Harry do next?" Luna begged.
"We never went any further than this!" I cried.
"What would you want him to do?"
"Touch me! Down...down THERE!"
I was so hot, so ready. This couldn't really be happening, but it was.
Luna's slim fingers gently separated my folds. I felt the cool air on my hard, hot pearl. Then, I muffled a scream as Luna's fingers squeezed and stroked it.
Harry's fingers had only slid over it a couple times, only once under my knickers. Of course, there were those callouses. But, Luna's soft digits were working pure magic on me.
My vagina was really fluttering now, my juices were flowing, dripping even. Luna either had done this to someone before, or must have masturbated every single night to be able to make a woman's sex nearly scream with such delight as mine was right now.
"What next?" she groaned, her breath now hot on my thigh. I hadn't even noticed her slide downwards. She was lying between my legs, her mouth only inches from my sex.
"We never did..."
Luna took control now, gasping, "You'd want him to kiss you! Down there!"
I said yes. And she did.
Her lips caressed my now-throbbing clit, her tongue flickered over it. My body was shaking with passion, fear, shame, delight.
Then her teeth squeezed it, nipped it and...
"OH, GODS! LUNAAAAAA!"
No orgasm I ever gave myself equaled this one. Fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. My stomach and guts knotted, my thighs quivered, a literal flood of my juices seemed to flow from me as my pussy rippled and pulsed in erotic release.
Then, Luna's tongue was inside me, lapping at me, drinking of my passion. It twisted and turned deep inside me, stretching my virgin-tight walls, making them spasm and undulate around it.
She lifted her face from my soaking pussy, demanding, "Next! What next?"
"I...I'd tell him to fuck me. FUCK ME HARD!"
Luna moved her body up and hovered over me, preparing to press her own sex onto mine. My eyes opened long enough to see her dirty blond hair mesh colorfully with my coppery red. Her clit pressed tightly onto mine, forcing a cry from both of us.
I lowered my hands to Luna's slender cheeks, massaging her firm, soft flesh, pulling her into me as tightly as I could, and helping her slide up and down on me as I pushed my sex up onto hers with all my strength.
We didn't last much longer. With a moaning cry she came, came hard, her juices further soaking my already sopping pussy. My own release followed within a minute, flowing out of me and widening the already large wet spot under me.
I kissed her passionately, tasting myself for the first time on her lips. They were so soft, so supple.
Finally, we began coming down from our highs, kissing and stroking each other's sweaty body. We were intoxicated from the smell of sweat and sex.
"I'm not afraid anymore," Luna whispered, kissing me softly.
"I love you," I heard myself say.
"I love you, too," Luna murmured, kissing me again.
Lying in each other's arms afterwards, kissing and stroking, Luna asked, "Are you sorry?"
"For loving you? Never," I answered firmly. "Oh, I'm kind of surprised we went so far, so fast, but, no, I'm not sorry at all. Are you?"
"No," Luna replied softly. "Is it wrong that I still want sex with a wizard after this?"
"Why would it be?" I laughed softly. "We can have the best of both worlds, as it were."
If we survived, I reflected glumly, then banished the thought as Luna kissed me once more.
We cuddled some more and started drifting off to sleep.
"Would you like to come to Gryffindor tomorrow night and, well, I can return the favor?" I asked sleepily, intimately caressing the wet, matted hair between her legs.
"That sounds nice," Luna sighed, squeezing her thighs around my hand.
"Who would you like me to be?"
Luna blushed. After everything we had done that evening, she blushed.
"Er, Harry?"
I stared at her a moment, then started giggling, then laughing out loud.
"Stealing my boyfriend, eh?"
"Nothing says we can't share, does it? Harry would do that, wouldn't he?" Luna said with a final kiss as we finally fell asleep.