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Fic: You According To Me (Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood, R)
Title: You According to Me
Words: 2630
Pairing: Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood
Rating: R
Notes: This was written for syrenav, who wanted "Luna/Ginny, 5th year or older, Luna feels insecure about the others calling her a lunatic, Ginny helps her appreciate how beautiful she really is (no non-con or squicks, must be as fluffy as possible)." It was supposed to be for the May 2006 Fantasy Fest. *headdesks*
The title comes from Ani DiFranco.

You According to Me

The trees were heavy with rain, making the branches tap insistently against the windows of the dormitory, and the rain was pounding so loudly that it sounded like a thousand Nifflers were scrabbling around on the roof of the castle. Ginny put her finger in her Care of Magical Creatures text and glanced out the window at the gray sky, then folded down the corner of the page in a way Madam Pince would never have approved of and headed out of the tower.

The Great Hall was even less insulated from the weather than her dormitory, since the enchanted ceiling blazed and buzzed with the light and sound of the storm, but the long wooden tables were bare, with lunch finished and supper not yet on the house-elves’ plates – Ginny smothered a grin at the involuntary pun. She plopped down on a bench and allowed herself five minutes of gazing into space at the blankness of the wooden table, then flipped her book open.

It wasn't just the sound of the thrumming rain on and within the enchanted ceiling that was distracting, Ginny knew, as her eyes wandered to the margin. There was Quidditch to think about, and Katie lying in the hospital, still and silent as a Muggle photograph, and Dean, who was a worthwhile snog but really a boring chap when you got right down to it. There was her brother, who was still stumbling after Hermione, and Hermione herself, who for a smart girl was rather slow about noticing how Ron was stumbling after her. There was Harry, of course, always a before- and afterthought in the corner of Ginny's brain.

With all this going on, how could the O.W.L. judges at the end of the year possibly expect them to know the Charm to stop a Fwooper from singing? Ginny sighed and rested her forehead on the sheaf of pages.

When she lifted her head, she was surprised to see Luna settling down on the bench. "Hi, Luna," she said, glancing at the book that Luna had set next to hers, like a mirror image. "Are you studying for Care of Magical Creatures too?"

"Studying," Luna said, propping her elbows on the table. Ginny expected her to put her chin in her hands, but instead she pressed her forehead against the edge of the table, so that her hair cascaded over her face like a waterfall of blonde dishwater. "Well," she said, her voice muffled, "there's a pleasant symmetry to reading about Mermaids while it rains, isn't there?"

"I guess so." Ginny cast a small, envious glance at Luna's book, not that Luna could see her with her head bent like that. Ginny was nowhere near the chapter on Mermaids yet, although her memory of seeing the Merchieftainess surface in the lake during the Triwizard Tournament was stronger than any image her book could provide. She wondered if Luna remembered that too, although now that she thought about it, she doubted Luna had paid much attention to any of the Triwizard Tournament tasks. Luna never paid much attention to anything.

And yet, Ginny thought as she flicked past her notes on Hippogriffs, she was also envious of Luna's ability to block out the world. She didn't seem to notice the things that other witches their age noticed, like the way Pansy Parkinson stared at the floor and blinked her eyes really fast when she was around Draco Malfoy, but that also meant she didn't notice the things people said about her. Luna's mother was dead, Ginny knew, one death in the wizarding world which had nothing to do with Voldemort. Maybe that was why she didn't get the same look in her eye that other people got when they lowered their voices and talked about You-Know-Who.

Luna had flung back her hair and was looking at her book now, Ginny saw, proving that she did not actually believe that she could read using the top of her head.

It was surprising how much faster she got through her notes when someone else was there with her. Maybe it was like the way her six brothers had spurred her on. All of Ginny's brothers could walk and talk before she could, of course, which only made her want to run and shout after them that much faster.

The clouds shifted and rumbled companionably above them as they each turned through a chunk of pages.

Unicorns, Ginny thought, scanning her messy handwriting. Born gold, turn pure silver at about a year old. More afraid of boys and men after that. Their blood has healing properties, and it's dark red … hm, but their blood runs black until what age?

She hadn't realized she'd spoken her last sentence aloud until Luna announced, "Unworthy of praise is the blood in one's veins."

Ginny gave Luna a look, raising one eyebrow. "Luna," she said, her finger resting under the line about the blood, "do you always have to say things like that?"

Luna's eyes, as pale as a unicorn's mane, grew round like two strangely-colored Snitches. "Oh," she said, drawing out the word, "you too?"

"Me too?" Ginny asked, stalling for time and already feeling the guilt bubble up in her stomach.

"You've always been nice to me, Ginny," Luna said seriously, tilting her head as if Ginny was a strange specimen in Potions class. "But I know what people say about me."

"You know?"

"Some of them," Luna said, dropping her voice like she was about to confide a great secret, "they call me Loony, you know. Loony Lovegood."

Now it was Ginny's turn to bend her head and hope that the hair falling across her face concealed the equal color in her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, feeling silly for thinking that Luna was able to ignore all of that for the past four years.

"It's all right," Luna said, although the look on her face said something completely different. Her eyes were as gray as the stormy sky overhead, and Ginny watched them grow filmy, just like the ceiling. "There are lots of things people don't understand, you know."

"That's true," Ginny agreed, thinking that lots of people probably included her.

"But sometimes," Luna continued, "I wish they understood me."

Ginny put her hand on Luna's shoulder awkwardly, rubbing the Ravenclaw house crest with her thumb. She'd never said it, but Luna's words captured a feeling. She remembered what it was like to come back to Hogwarts for her second year with the eyes of six years of students watching and waiting for her to reveal how much she'd been damaged by the boy who was Tom Riddle. She'd always felt lucky that few people knew what she'd really done.

Luna hadn't done anything. She just was – well, a little loopy, but only some of the time. Certainly not loony.

"It's okay," Ginny blurted out, patting Luna's arm like it was something fragile, a baby Puffskein. "Everyone's a little loony, you know."

Luna managed a smile. "Not like they say about me."

"Sure they are. Look at Zacharias Smith. Have you ever watched him hold his fork at supper? He looks – he looks like he's got a bit of Troll blood in him."

Luna let out a shrill little giggle. It was kind of fake, but it made Ginny feel better. "Plus, Harry likes you."

"He's very busy this year," Luna said, nodding. "But he's quite nice, too."

Ginny gave Luna's arm a gentle squeeze. "It's okay," she said, not really sure what else to say to convince Luna that she was as normal as any other witch their age. Luna looked like she needed something else, but the only thing that Ginny could think to do was to hug her and kiss her rounded mouth like a mother saying goodbye at the start of term.

Luna didn't seem to mind. In fact, the way she kissed Ginny back was not like anyone's mother, start of term or not.

It was funny to be kissing Luna, but it also wasn't. After all, Ginny reasoned, feeling the soft silver pressure of Luna's lips against hers and the warm tip of Luna's tongue, if this wasn't normal, what was? She opened her mouth a bit more and felt Luna lick the tip of her lip, so lightly that it tickled and she had to try to keep herself from laughing. She didn't succeed.

"I'm not sure that's what's supposed to happen," Luna said solemnly against Ginny's mouth. Ginny couldn't tell if she was kidding or not. She smiled and nibbled on Luna's lower lip, the flesh that was beginning to plump between her teeth, the cherry taste just inside her mouth. Luna lifted her hands and pushed Ginny's hair behind her shoulders, then pulled away to kiss the edge of her neck, and Ginny sighed a sigh that was unfamiliar to her ears. Luna was moving incrementally, centimeter by centimeter, from her ear to her throat, as thoroughly as she concentrated on her Quibbler articles or defended the existence of Heliopaths at the Ministry.

It was nice, but not what Ginny had had in mind. She edged away as politely as she could, then put one hand on each of Luna's cheeks and studied her face, her silvery eyes, her flushed cheeks. "You look beautiful," she said, which wasn't exactly true. What was beautiful was the way Luna's eyes changed and became brighter and shinier, the way her cheeks grew even pinker in her normally pale face.

Ginny stroked the curve of Luna's cheekbone with her thumb as she kissed her neck. She remembered how nice Luna's tongue brushing the curl of her earlobe had felt, and she worked her way up, starting at the soft lobe and moving all the way up along the curve. The skin just behind Luna's earlobe was warm, the blood rushing as fast as the rain outside. Ginny kissed her way down Luna's neck, tasting the tense cord of muscle, the stress that Luna must have felt all these years, being called Loony and a lunatic and who knew what else.

Luna's robe dipped just enough to show the inner tips of her collarbones, where they met below the robe's silver fastenings. The edge of the bone was the exact shape of the bones sewn on the Healers' robes at St. Mungo's. Ginny licked the rise of Luna's skin and managed to undo her robe, which fluttered to the bench and left even more of Luna's collarbone open for Ginny's mouth. Luna gasped in a totally unselfconscious way, the sort of sound Ginny never allowed herself to make in her dorm room late at night with her three roommates, even if they were sleeping. Luna had obviously never thought of that, and it was really very satisfying, Ginny decided as she found the hem of Luna's jumper and blouse and eased her hands up inside them. She found nothing but smooth skin and goose bumps and scratches – probably from Care of Magical Creatures class, she thought darkly – until she reached the rise of Luna's breasts and the small round nipples that stood up neatly under Ginny's thumbs.

"Are you – what are you – " Luna choked out, and Ginny realized that her mouth on Luna's collarbone had stopped and she was frowning in concentration as she circled and pinched Luna's nipples. It was a change to see Luna so uncertain about something. Luna believed in extraordinary things, and she believed in them wholeheartedly, even when she knew exactly what everyone was saying about her.

Now she looked surprised, her skin damp with Ginny's saliva and her breasts peaked and pointy in Ginny's palms, much the same way other people looked when she babbled on about Speckle-Spotted Manticores.

("Luna, this is a Manticore," Hermione had said once, exasperated, shoving some extremely heavy book across the table at her. "They've been classified as known wizard-killers, impossible to train or domesticate. They croon as they eat their prey. They are not speckled or spotted."

"Oh, that's only what you've read," Luna had said, pushing the book back at Hermione. "Really, the Speckle-Spotted ones are quite sweet. Dad reckons they've just gotten a bad rap because of their kin."

"Sort of like me and the Dursleys," Harry had said, coming to Luna's rescue, and that was the end of that.)

Ginny rolled one nipple between her fingers, circling it with all sides of her thumb, before she pushed up Luna's jumper and blouse enough that she could reach it with her mouth. Luna's eyes were wide and serious as Ginny put her mouth on her breast, kissing in a wide circle before running her tongue around Luna's nipple. The expression on Luna's face was amazed and unromantic, and yet it was so fitting that Ginny couldn't help dropping a kiss at the corner of her mouth before returning to her chest, the pale skin and pink-brown nipples. She marveled at the even color of Luna's body, as light as her hair and shiny as her eyes. Ginny's own skin was interrupted by a freckle or ten every few millimeters.

She squeezed Luna's breast lightly, and Luna's nipple moved in her mouth, shifting and hardening against her tongue. Luna gasped again, almost choking this time, and it was only then that Ginny became aware of the scent and heat between her legs, close to where Ginny's knee was folded up on the bench. Ginny took a deep breath, then ran her hand down Luna's stomach and hip and knee, up inside her skirt. The dampness assaulted her as soon as she came close, and she ran her knuckles lightly over it, touching the crisp curls between Luna's legs that were flattened beneath her knickers. It was a tough reach until Luna leaned back a bit on the bench, putting her arms behind her and resting all her weight on them, which gave Ginny better access to both her breasts and her skin.

Ginny slid her fingers inside Luna's knickers while she licked her way up and down the edge of one of her breasts. She felt awkward and stocky, suddenly. Ginny wasn't really fat, but she was a sturdy person who would never be little or dainty, and suddenly here Luna was against her, one small foot hooked around Ginny's leg and her clit delicate and hot and wet under Ginny's third finger. Ginny's first impulse was to stroke her quickly, the way she did it to herself, but that didn't seem quite like Luna, so she forced herself to slow down, to take measured thrusts up and down Luna's clit at the same pace as she sucked Luna's nipple into her mouth.

When Luna came, it was in a totally unembarrassed way, with grunts and gasps and an explosion of wetness that Ginny was sure was going to soak through her skirt. It was probably a good thing Luna had taken off her robes, or rather, that Ginny had taken them off for her.

Ginny kissed Luna again as she took her hand back. Luna obviously didn't feel awkward about this, judging from the way she smiled at Ginny and fumbled for her robes, but Ginny did. The first two fingers on her right hand glistened as she tucked it under the table and smiled back uncertainly.

"It's nice to know," Luna said serenely, resting her chin on Ginny's shoulder as she turned to the next chapter in her textbook, "that not everyone thinks I'm a nutter."

Ginny kissed the crown of Luna's head and tried to concentrate on unicorns again. She didn't even notice that the storm had stopped and a thousand leftover droplets were shaking themselves down from the silent trees.

finis.