HP: Glass Slippers (Ginny/Luna, PG)
Title: Glass Slippers
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ginny/Luna
Rating: PG
Word Count: 660
Summary: Luna has a pair of glass slippers. (I started this over a year ago and finally came back to it. It needed a bit of reworking to fit in with Deathly Hallows but I much prefer this version.) *MINOR SPOILERS FOR DH*
Luna has a pair of glass slippers. It doesn’t really surprise Ginny, but she wonders that the slippers still fit Luna, her feet looking pale and translucent through the glass like they’re underwater. The slippers can’t be a thing from her childhood, then, the rainy days when the two girls dressed up in feather boas and floppy hats. Ginny remembers giggling at playing at being a girl for once, instead of running around chasing frogs and climbing trees, dirt on her knees.
“Come on,” Luna says, looking down at her, and Ginny realises she is still only halfway into Luna’s room. She climbs up the rest of the spiral staircase and hesitates as she looks around. It’s much the same as she remembers it: large, spacious (an only child, thinks Ginny, with only the slightest twinge of jealousy), with the window letting in sheets of warm summer light. There are two new sketches of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks pinned to the wall above the desk, but the tall wooden wardrobe looks exactly the same, brightly painted with birds and unicorns and even a Demiguise peeping out from behind a bush.
As Ginny steps off the staircase and onto the carpet she thinks she’s sunk a couple of inches, it’s that thick, but Luna is sashaying around like she’s on a catwalk. “Never figured you’d like high heels,” Ginny says, going over to look out of the window. She always expects to see her house, even though she knows the hills hide it from this angle.
Luna joins her. “This way I’m taller than you.”
“What’s the advantage in that?” Genuinely curious, Ginny turns and looks at Luna, at those eyes, wide and pale and reflecting panes of light.
A mischievous smile. “No reason.”
“So, Cinderella…” Ginny flops onto the bed, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. She loves Luna to pieces and understands her in a way that not many others do, and she knows the War affects her too - but still. It’s difficult to talk about it to a girl who thinks the Ministry of Magic has an army of Heliotropes. So she doesn’t. “How have you been?”
“Helping Daddy write his articles, making things, the usual. I’m glad you came to visit me, though.”
“Sorry I haven’t been around more often. Mum keeps finding jobs for me to do, what with Bill and Phlegm’s wedding in a couple of weeks.” Ginny glances at the desk, which is covered with wooden beads and small, wispy feathers. Pushed to the back is a crystal ball. “How are you getting on in Divination?”
Luna kicks off the glass shoes and jumps onto the bed next to Ginny. “We’re starting palmistry this year! I’ve been reading up on it. Here.” She takes Ginny’s hand with her cold fingers. “I’ll do you if you want, but I’m not that good. Although I can always do what Professor Trelawney does and make it up. Would it be better to lie?”
“Only in the exam,” Ginny says firmly. “Not to me. I want to know if I’m going to meet a nice rich Healer -”
Suddenly what she is saying seems trite. She stops, feeling foolish and somehow caught out.
Luna traces the lines on Ginny’s palm, which is roughened from flying a broom in all weathers. “Plain of Mars, Mercury line, ring of Saturn…” It means nothing to Ginny, is more in keeping with her Astronomy classes. “Interesting.”
“What?”
“Do you think Harry knows you want to kiss me?” Luna says, her breath warm and damp on Ginny’s palm.
Ginny goes hot and cold. A flush creeps into her cheeks as she looks down at the blonde head bent over her hand and says the first thing that comes into her mind. “We’re not actually going out any more.”
Luna - for once - has the tact to leave it at that. She kisses Ginny’s wrist and glances up through the tangled curtain of her hair. “Lucky me.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ginny/Luna
Rating: PG
Word Count: 660
Summary: Luna has a pair of glass slippers. (I started this over a year ago and finally came back to it. It needed a bit of reworking to fit in with Deathly Hallows but I much prefer this version.) *MINOR SPOILERS FOR DH*
Luna has a pair of glass slippers. It doesn’t really surprise Ginny, but she wonders that the slippers still fit Luna, her feet looking pale and translucent through the glass like they’re underwater. The slippers can’t be a thing from her childhood, then, the rainy days when the two girls dressed up in feather boas and floppy hats. Ginny remembers giggling at playing at being a girl for once, instead of running around chasing frogs and climbing trees, dirt on her knees.
“Come on,” Luna says, looking down at her, and Ginny realises she is still only halfway into Luna’s room. She climbs up the rest of the spiral staircase and hesitates as she looks around. It’s much the same as she remembers it: large, spacious (an only child, thinks Ginny, with only the slightest twinge of jealousy), with the window letting in sheets of warm summer light. There are two new sketches of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks pinned to the wall above the desk, but the tall wooden wardrobe looks exactly the same, brightly painted with birds and unicorns and even a Demiguise peeping out from behind a bush.
As Ginny steps off the staircase and onto the carpet she thinks she’s sunk a couple of inches, it’s that thick, but Luna is sashaying around like she’s on a catwalk. “Never figured you’d like high heels,” Ginny says, going over to look out of the window. She always expects to see her house, even though she knows the hills hide it from this angle.
Luna joins her. “This way I’m taller than you.”
“What’s the advantage in that?” Genuinely curious, Ginny turns and looks at Luna, at those eyes, wide and pale and reflecting panes of light.
A mischievous smile. “No reason.”
“So, Cinderella…” Ginny flops onto the bed, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. She loves Luna to pieces and understands her in a way that not many others do, and she knows the War affects her too - but still. It’s difficult to talk about it to a girl who thinks the Ministry of Magic has an army of Heliotropes. So she doesn’t. “How have you been?”
“Helping Daddy write his articles, making things, the usual. I’m glad you came to visit me, though.”
“Sorry I haven’t been around more often. Mum keeps finding jobs for me to do, what with Bill and Phlegm’s wedding in a couple of weeks.” Ginny glances at the desk, which is covered with wooden beads and small, wispy feathers. Pushed to the back is a crystal ball. “How are you getting on in Divination?”
Luna kicks off the glass shoes and jumps onto the bed next to Ginny. “We’re starting palmistry this year! I’ve been reading up on it. Here.” She takes Ginny’s hand with her cold fingers. “I’ll do you if you want, but I’m not that good. Although I can always do what Professor Trelawney does and make it up. Would it be better to lie?”
“Only in the exam,” Ginny says firmly. “Not to me. I want to know if I’m going to meet a nice rich Healer -”
Suddenly what she is saying seems trite. She stops, feeling foolish and somehow caught out.
Luna traces the lines on Ginny’s palm, which is roughened from flying a broom in all weathers. “Plain of Mars, Mercury line, ring of Saturn…” It means nothing to Ginny, is more in keeping with her Astronomy classes. “Interesting.”
“What?”
“Do you think Harry knows you want to kiss me?” Luna says, her breath warm and damp on Ginny’s palm.
Ginny goes hot and cold. A flush creeps into her cheeks as she looks down at the blonde head bent over her hand and says the first thing that comes into her mind. “We’re not actually going out any more.”
Luna - for once - has the tact to leave it at that. She kisses Ginny’s wrist and glances up through the tangled curtain of her hair. “Lucky me.”