Woo! One more reveal results in reposted fic for you. I hear there was good stuff in the exchange, but I didn't really have the opportunity to follow springsmut (other than to die and gush and SQUEAL over my own gift
here and NWS and utterly worth all the dying and gushing and squealing) so go check out the
masterlist. But! Candy. Have some:
Title: Proper Predators
Author:
corvidae9Pairing: Ginny/Luna
Rating: NC17
Word Count: ~2760
Warnings: dark themes, girlsmut, recreational restraints, spanking, dubcon, egregious abuse of the present tense
Summary: Luna takes measures to correct Ginny's attitude at a critical juncture. (Ginny/Luna)
Author's Note: Written for
jamie2109 for
hp_springsmut 2007.
Note II: Also! Fits into my
fanfic100;
Ginny/Luna table - prompt 072
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Ginny stares at the broken bits of her broom and sticks her tongue in her cheek as far as it will go trying to keep from crying. There's not much left to say because she's already sworn a stream of curses that would have earned her a swift wooden spoon to her bottom were she still in her mother's house.
Were her mother's house still standing, that is, and given that her mother were still alive to wield the spoon. Still that's information that isn't new or different; Ginny's known this to be true for months and though then it stung and prickled and sliced, now it just smolders and burns. Luna knows this because she can see the shimmer around Ginny as clearly as most people see her freckles and Weasley. It's easy-- Ginny radiates I will kill someone for all of this just as strongly as Charlie or George or Fleur do. (Of the three latter, Luna fears Fleur the most. She's seen what the woman can do.) Luna worries for all of them, but worries about Ginny the most. She can't help it; the worry is a worm that stretches and sinks into her skin as though she were already dead and dinner for it and ten hundred of its friends.
Luna watches Ginny fly and fly, but now that she's tumbled and her broom is dead, Luna wonders what else Ginny might manage to find that will keep the bloodlust at bay. Sex is an option, though going back to Harry is not, given who he shares his room with and the sounds Luna hears that emanate from within (they're exciting but unsurprising and if she didn't spend so much time watching Ginny she might watch them more often).
"What?!" growls Ginny suddenly up in her face, displacing her anger in Luna's direction, ruffled feathers and killkill closer to the surface than usual. Luna cocks her head and realizes that she's still smiling.
"I'm sorry about your broom, Ginny," Luna says without backing down. "And your lip. Would you like me to heal it?"
"No," Ginny says, though 'says' is a stretch in that it sounds as though Ginny's channeling ten angry skeksies, and shoves past Luna, shoulder banging roughly into hers as she runs off back into the house.
"Ok," shrugs Luna, thinking that maybe Ginny just likes the copper tang in her mouth; maybe it makes her feel like a proper predator rather than a tired eighteen year old orphan in a worn pair of her brother's trousers.
The door bangs shut not far away and Luna lifts her eyes to the hill that was always what her father used as a landmark to limit how far away Luna could stray. The wards on it now are strong enough to peel flesh from bone should someone unauthorized attempt to break through them, but when Luna was a child, they'd buzz and flash and sometimes threaten mundane punishments. Sometimes they still do.
Luna wonders what it must be like to be peeled while being called a naughty child undeserving of pudding. She would ask her father, since that's what Bellatrix did to him, and thinks maybe she will-- maybe a seance would break up the monotony of hiding and near death.
Then again maybe she doesn't need to know.
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"We need a better fucking plan," snarls Ginny, her eyes as tired as those of the pale boy in the corner that everyone avoids as though he carries a deadly plague. Exceptions are made for when he's exceptionally helpful or annoying, in which case physical proximity is justified by either handing him a bottle of ale or staring him down. He opens a mouth that reveals a slight unnatural lift to one corner that no longer goes away thanks to the half-completed scar just there. Luna thinks it might be rather convenient, since he doesn't tend to say things that don't necessitate even the hint of a sneer.
"Well said, Weaselette; feel free to devise one."
"Shut the hell up, Malfoy," she says, this time pushing up using the hands that were braced on the scarred strategy map and scattered parchment on what was once Luna's kitchen table before the kitchen became a war room. Luna perches on what is still a kitchen counter and listens, her attention now and again drawn to the blacked-out windows as if she can still see something distracting through them.
"Ginny, just listen," says Harry from directly across the table in the voice that says, "Hello, I'm Harry. Sometimes I'm brilliant and sometimes I'm just an idiot." Everyone notices and many sets of wary eyes are suddenly trained on him, and him alone, though he's wedged between Ron and Hermione. "It'll work."
Now Ginny's wearing the face that says, "You're both Harry and an idiot all the time and I hate when you're right."
It's times like these that Luna sees why things would never have worked between them. They say too much in italics and say the wrong things out loud. Also, Harry likes shagging boys, which would've put a crimp in their relationship pretty quickly, too. Luna's stomach turns over lazily once and settles in as she listens for Ginny's inevitable growl of--
"You don't know that."
"Give it a rest," says Hannah the Hufflepuff that had to take over all of the Healing duties when they'd lost... well. All of the people that had been good at it. "We don't have a choice."
"Scared, Weasley?" taunts Malfoy, because he has nothing better to do at the moment and it's easy and fun.
"Yeah," says Ginny, tilting her head and taking a step in his direction, Malfoy in turn shrinking further into the corner. "Of the fact that once we're all dead, no one will be around to stop Voldemort."
"We're not dying," says Hermione, and she's the easiest to believe because she thinks she's always right and whether she is or not, always sounds it. Ron's hand squeezes Harry's shoulder and Luna finally sits up and kicks a foot against the cabinet.
"She's right," Luna murmurs as though in a haze, though it's easily audible to all of those in the room. "This is the most sound plan yet, strictly speaking in terms of casualty projections and relative probability of success." Everyone goes quiet in the wake of her pronouncement, and Luna reaches back and idly picks a bit of caulk away from the edge between the countertop and the wall.
Ginny's hands are thrown up in disgust, and that she's giving in this quickly is a sign that she agreed from the beginning. "Fine. If you say so," she says and turns on her heel, beginning her stomp out. "Just don't leave without me. I have unfinished business."
Neville makes to follow her but Luna slips lightly onto her feet and cuts him off with a soft hand on his shoulder. "I can do it."
Her quiet, bare feet steal through the dark house on Ginny's trail as surely as if she were tracking something that didn't swear loudly every time its foot connected with something in the dark and was not too stubborn to just light its wand. Conveniently, she chose her bedroom to stomp in to, and since she shares it with Luna, Luna has no problem letting herself in.
"God damn it, what?!" Ginny snarls again, staring sullenly before tossing herself across her bed, narrow by necessity so as to fit three in the small room. (One each for Ginny and Luna and one extra just in case.)
"Tsk," Luna says, more a sucking sound through her teeth than anything else. "Accio wand."
Too surprised to do anything but sputter, Ginny's eyes go round as her wand comes flying off of her person and into Luna's hand. A lazy twist of Luna's own wand pulls Ginny tight across the width of the bed, hands over one side and securely fastened to the bedframe, toes just barely brushing the floorboards and unable to get any sort of leverage that wouldn't involve going headfirst over the side and Ginny finally squawks, "What do you think you're doing?"
"I think," says Luna, unhurriedly, "that you need this."
"Need what?" shrills Ginny, wriggling to try and get a knee up without overbalancing.
"Stop," Luna says, brooking no argument as she takes hold of the back of Ginny's trouser leg and yanks with one hand to pull her flat again, idly sweeping a trinket of some kind off of the bedside table and transfiguring it quickly.
"Swear to god I will--"
Luna didn't hear what Ginny was going to swear to god, and wouldn't have even if Ginny had finished the sentence with words rather than a surprised yelp. She was busy bringing a wooden spoon down on the softly rounded curve of Ginny's arse, hard enough to make a satisfyingly loud thwacking sound that reverberated at just the right frequency to make Luna shiver hard. Luna can't think in present tense when comes to Ginny making that sort of noise; she'd think in future tense if she could, but she isn't assured of anything in the future that waits for her, so she decides to see it in her mind as if it's already occurred.
They call it visualization.
"What the hell?" cried Ginny, losing some indignance to a breathy sort of speech, breaking into Luna's thoughts.
Mildly annoyed that she had absently been stroking the inside of Ginny's thigh with the wooden spoon and hadn't noticed, Luna repeated the motion once she was paying attention. "Not hell." Spoon in one hand, wand in the other, Luna murmured a careful charm to unfasten Ginny's trousers, running her hands up Ginny's thighs and hips until they reached the waistband. She peeled Ginny's trousers and knickers down and away to expose bare flesh, and Ginny squirmed, swearing though it did no good. Luna tugged her them off and away along with Ginny's trainers without the benefit of untying them before straightening up again.
Exhaling Ginny's name, Luna brought the spoon down on one bare buttock with another resounding thwack and Ginny yelped again. Luna's cool fingers traced the bright mark left behind on Ginny's pale skin, calmly setting her wand down on the side table with her free hand. "Far from hell--"
"Luna--" said Ginny with just a hint of a whine.
"Shh," said Luna, fingers smoothing down the small of Ginny's back. "Tell me to let you up--" she breathed, leaning in to press her cheek against the red spot, sighing at the heat rising under Ginny's skin, "--and I will."
Ginny's breath was harsh in the quiet room, but she said nothing. Luna grinned, tongue darting out to see if the heated pink skin tasted any different from the the rest of Ginny.
It didn't. In her head it still did, though.
Luna straightened up, hand kneading one reddened arse cheek as she brought the spoon down on the other. Ginny gasped and pressed back, but not once did she say 'Luna, let me up'.
"You should see yourself," murmured Luna, gaze intent on the pattern she was building on Ginny's skin. "You're beautiful." Another swing of the spoon made Ginny gasp and Luna smiled again as she left the flat of the spoon in contact with Ginny's arse and dragged it down the back of her thigh. "I could work out just how many times I'd have to hit you to make it all pink like that, but it'd be more fun to found out."
"Oh god," groaned Ginny, pressing her face into the mattress. "Luna, please."
"Please do?" said Luna, tugging on her own skirt as she shifted in place, wet and flushed and wanting. "Alright." She swung the spoon again and whimpered a little herself as Ginny flinched. Reaching under her skirt, she hooked her fingers into her own knickers, tugged them down and kicked them away, then climbed up onto the bed on her knees beside Ginny. Wooden spoon pressed to Ginny's arse, she warned, "Behave," and brought it down again.
Ginny strained against the binds with a whimper that made Luna's eyes shut, made her lick her lips and tighten her stomach. She set her hand on Ginny's arm and murmured a charm that released only that wrist, though she kept control over it, bringing the fingers of Ginny's newly-freed hand to her lips to carefully suck them into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them, nipping at fingertips and short nails with abandon. When Ginny made to exercise control over her hand, Luna brought the spoon down again and dug her nails into Ginny's forearm.
"I said, behave," she growled, nipping at Ginny's wrist. With that, she bent Ginny's arm at the elbow and shifted it so that Ginny's fingers could reach up and under the short skirt pooling at Luna's knees. "See what you've done," sighed Luna as Ginny touched her, shifting to press her hips into Ginny's fingers.
"Wet--" Ginny breathed, fingers scrabbling to find their way at a strange angle, and it was Luna's turn to gasp.
"Don't stop," said Luna, dropping the spoon and tangling her fingers up and into Ginny's thick, straight hair. She tugged back and leaning down to plant a kiss on Ginny's neck. "Make me come," she murmured, pressing her lips to Ginny's skin and still very much in control as she finally allowed Ginny's head to turn far enough to kiss her.
Ginny did, and Luna could feel the relief coursing through Ginny as she gave in, kissing and stroking and not fighting as Luna knotted fingers in her hair and in the sheet next to her shoulder. Luna shuddered and exhaled into the kisses until all she could do was press her open mouth against Ginny's shoulder and moan low. Her eyes fluttered shut and she whimpered a stuttering 'ee' sound, shaking as she came, and between one breath and the next, rolled Ginny onto her back using her bound arm as the pivot point.
"Good girl," Luna panted, pressing kisses to Ginny's throat and mouth, her collarbones, palming a breast up and under her shirt. It was Ginny's turn to slide her free hand up through Luna's hair, still warm and slick and carrying a distinctive scent.
"Luna, please. God--"
"Shh--" said Luna, her hands stroking up and down Ginny's hips and thighs. She pressed her mouth just below Ginny's navel and sucked up a bruise, teeth and all, nails dragging up and around to knead her arse, aiming for anywhere that was warm and probably a spoon-shaped mark. "Shh," she repeated over Ginny's mewling sounds of approval. "Let me." Ever closer to her target, Luna lapped carefully at skin, one hand smoothing down the back of Ginny's thigh in order to pull her knee up and draw her legs open wide.
"Let me."
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The old house looms large over them and Luna can hear Ginny breathing hard to her right. A hand creeps up Luna's back and Ginny's leaning in, muttering, "I'm going after Dolohov," though what she's really saying is, "I'm warning you now-- I plan to eviscerate the man responsible for my parents' deaths, no matter what it takes."
"I'm coming with you," Luna murmurs back, realizing that Ginny's eyes are clear and dark. Luna can see that Ginny's mind is working, her fingers plotting on their own as they flex and re-grip her wand, her killkill sharpened to an acute point with a name etched upon it cleanly through and through.
Ginny lets her italics speak for themselves as she crushes her mouth to Luna's hard enough to reopen the split lip that hasn't quite had any opportunity to heal, and they kiss in silence for a long moment until Harry's harsh stage whisper directing everyone to "Go, go, go!"
The copper in Luna's mouth does indeed make her feel like a proper predator. She grins against Ginny's lips, holding on to the expression as she follows Ginny into the house and on her hunt and wonders if perhaps she doesn't feel the littlest bit sorry for Antonin Dolohov and anyone sorry and luckless enough to be around him tonight.
...Hmmm. No.