[hp fic] Glimpse (Ginny/Luna, Anthony, R)
Glimpse
Fandom: Harry Potter
Ship: Ginny/Luna, Anthony Goldstein
Rating: R
Summary: Anthony Goldstein feels out of place, so he retreats to the common room, which is not as empty as it first appears.
A/N: For canicula12, who requested a ficlet involving Ginny/Luna, a thestral, the Quibbler, and a minor character. *g* It was tricky including all those elements! This also counts as one of my Hanukkah ficlets - the fifth. The theme for this one is, er, goyim friends, I guess. Set after HBP. Voyeurism. Approx. 1,100 words.
The Ravenclaw common room appeared deserted. In the painting over the fireplace, a nymph was stringing pearls into her chestnut hair and warbling about mistletoe and mulled wine. She stopped when she saw Anthony Goldstein's expression, gathered the rest of her jewels and the hem of her diaphanous gown, and minced out of the picture frame.
He watched her scamper through a watercolor depicting an ancient oak grove, into an oil painting of a drunken bard, who leered and made obscene suggestions. She paused to slap him loudly, threw Anthony a pitiable look, then was off again. She did not reappear, and Anthony assumed she'd left the common room altogether.
The bard patted his reddened cheeks and blinked as if he didn't know what had struck him. Then he shrugged and turned back to his flagon, and Anthony felt completely alone.
Which was what he wanted, he thought, as he strode to the armchair closest to the fire and threw himself onto its velveteen cushions. No carols, no gingerbread, no other forms of holiday cheer. Just a crackling fire, a comfortable chair, and something entertaining to read.
He pulled his copy of the Quibbler out of his pocket, unrolled it, and flipped to the article he'd begun before supper, the one about the witch who claimed to have successfully bred a thestral with an ordinary horse.
THE AMAZING NEW CROSSBREED THAT MUST BE SEEN TO BE BELIEVED!
THE ONLY PROBLEM IS…HALF OF IT IS INVISIBLE TO MOST WITCHES AND WIZARDS!
(PICTURES ON THE NEXT PAGE NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.)
Anthony braced himself.
As he fingered the corner of the page, trying to decide whether or not he really needed to see this, he heard a bubble of laughter. He lifted his head and looked around, but the common room still appeared empty. The bard was still engrossed in his flagon, and anyway, the laughter had been high-pitched.
He heard it again, and this time he was able to determine its source: the large tapestry that hung by the common room entrance. He squinted across the room, but all he saw in the tapestry was a sleeping wizard, his head pillowed on an open book, his beard trailing in a pool of spilled tea.
"Er," said Anthony, putting his newspaper down. "Um, hello?"
The tapestry wriggled violently, and two girls tumbled out from behind it. They fell to the carpet in a shower of red and blonde hair and landed one on top of the other. Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood. Imagine that.
"Um," Anthony said again, not sure they'd heard him the first time. "Yes. Well."
Small hands fumbled with jumpers and skirts. Anthony thought, If I were really a man, I'd get behind this chair and watch. But I'm not a man; I'm a pathetic…twat. Also, I've got honor. Or something.
"You know," he began, then thought, If they don't hear me this time, it means I'm meant to stay. That's my reward. "I'm right here," he said in a voice that wasn't as loud as it could have been.
The girls did not seem to have heard him. They pawed at each other and kissed, and then Ginny rolled on top of Luna and pinned her wrists against the carpet. "Got you," Ginny said breathlessly, tossing her hair away from her face. "Now I'm going to open my Christmas present."
Happy Hanukkah to me, thought Anthony. I really should get behind this chair.
If he'd gotten up then, he'd probably have made it, but then Luna raised her head, caught Ginny's jumper in her teeth, and yanked it down, revealing a lightly freckled throat and a glimpse of small, round breasts.
Anthony stared, fascinated.
"Let go," Ginny commanded softly. Luna shook her head.
"Fine," said Ginny. "I will." And in one swift movement she released Luna's wrists and shrugged out of her jumper. Now she was naked to her waist and now she saw Anthony.
They blinked at each other.
Anthony had the advantage of voluminous black robes, and a newspaper, which he could - and did - lay across his lap to hide his erection. She just sat there, straddling Luna's waist, her freckles vanishing like stars at dawn, as her blush crept from her cheeks downward. Each jerky breath caused her breasts to bounce slightly.
"Hahhhhh," said Anthony idiotically. Then he swallowed and tried again. "Harry," he mumbled, which was still idiotic, but at least it was a word.
"Break up," Ginny whispered. "I mean, broke up. We."
Luna tilted her head back and smiled dreamily at Anthony. "I'm helping her get over him."
"I-" Anthony's cheeks burned. "I'll go. Really. Sorry. Not to - I won't tell."
He would have gone - he really would have, he told himself later - but Luna continued conversationally, "We're sorry. We didn't hear you come in." She cocked an eyebrow. "You're Jewish."
"Er - yes." He'd learned years ago not to be alarmed by Luna's non-sequiturs.
"You were uncomfortable in the Great Hall."
Anthony had a brief vision of streamer-strewn rafters, bowls of punch, and exploding Christmas crackers. "Yes," he admitted. "It's not that I don't like Christmas," he hastened to add. "It's just that - well, enough's enough."
"And now we're making you uncomfortable here," Luna said, sounding aggrieved.
"I think he was pretty comfortable until we caught him," said Ginny dryly.
"I'll go," said Anthony. "Everyone else - they'll be at supper a while, I should think-"
"No, we'll go," said Ginny.
"I'm comfortable here," said Luna.
They both looked at her. She certainly looked comfortable, with her pale hair spread around her, and her skirt hiked up to her thighs. "Did you know," she rambled on, "that in ancient times, foreskins were used to make certain fertility potions? Do you ever wonder what happened to yours?"
Anthony jumped out of his chair. "I'll go."
"Wait." It was Ginny. Anthony paused in mid-turn, saw her bite her lip, then shake her head. "Sorry about chasing you away. Here." She grabbed one of Luna's hands and brought it to her own breast. Luna's fingers squeezed instinctively, caught Ginny's nipple between her middle and ring finger. Ginny arched her back. "Happy Hanukkah."
Anthony's erection strained against his pants. "Poor Harry… Got something to attend to," he mumbled, then hurried toward the door to the boys' dorms.
"Yeah, I know," he heard Ginny say. Then, after he'd closed the door behind him, he heard her say to Luna, "You scared him off. That was mean."
"I only asked him a question. Poor Harry…" Anthony imagined her smiling again. "He gets the glory, but I get the girl."
Ginny snorted. "I'm not the girl."
And the last thing Anthony heard before really leaving was Luna saying, "To me, you are."
01/14/06
Fandom: Harry Potter
Ship: Ginny/Luna, Anthony Goldstein
Rating: R
Summary: Anthony Goldstein feels out of place, so he retreats to the common room, which is not as empty as it first appears.
A/N: For canicula12, who requested a ficlet involving Ginny/Luna, a thestral, the Quibbler, and a minor character. *g* It was tricky including all those elements! This also counts as one of my Hanukkah ficlets - the fifth. The theme for this one is, er, goyim friends, I guess. Set after HBP. Voyeurism. Approx. 1,100 words.
The Ravenclaw common room appeared deserted. In the painting over the fireplace, a nymph was stringing pearls into her chestnut hair and warbling about mistletoe and mulled wine. She stopped when she saw Anthony Goldstein's expression, gathered the rest of her jewels and the hem of her diaphanous gown, and minced out of the picture frame.
He watched her scamper through a watercolor depicting an ancient oak grove, into an oil painting of a drunken bard, who leered and made obscene suggestions. She paused to slap him loudly, threw Anthony a pitiable look, then was off again. She did not reappear, and Anthony assumed she'd left the common room altogether.
The bard patted his reddened cheeks and blinked as if he didn't know what had struck him. Then he shrugged and turned back to his flagon, and Anthony felt completely alone.
Which was what he wanted, he thought, as he strode to the armchair closest to the fire and threw himself onto its velveteen cushions. No carols, no gingerbread, no other forms of holiday cheer. Just a crackling fire, a comfortable chair, and something entertaining to read.
He pulled his copy of the Quibbler out of his pocket, unrolled it, and flipped to the article he'd begun before supper, the one about the witch who claimed to have successfully bred a thestral with an ordinary horse.
THE AMAZING NEW CROSSBREED THAT MUST BE SEEN TO BE BELIEVED!
THE ONLY PROBLEM IS…HALF OF IT IS INVISIBLE TO MOST WITCHES AND WIZARDS!
(PICTURES ON THE NEXT PAGE NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART.)
Anthony braced himself.
As he fingered the corner of the page, trying to decide whether or not he really needed to see this, he heard a bubble of laughter. He lifted his head and looked around, but the common room still appeared empty. The bard was still engrossed in his flagon, and anyway, the laughter had been high-pitched.
He heard it again, and this time he was able to determine its source: the large tapestry that hung by the common room entrance. He squinted across the room, but all he saw in the tapestry was a sleeping wizard, his head pillowed on an open book, his beard trailing in a pool of spilled tea.
"Er," said Anthony, putting his newspaper down. "Um, hello?"
The tapestry wriggled violently, and two girls tumbled out from behind it. They fell to the carpet in a shower of red and blonde hair and landed one on top of the other. Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood. Imagine that.
"Um," Anthony said again, not sure they'd heard him the first time. "Yes. Well."
Small hands fumbled with jumpers and skirts. Anthony thought, If I were really a man, I'd get behind this chair and watch. But I'm not a man; I'm a pathetic…twat. Also, I've got honor. Or something.
"You know," he began, then thought, If they don't hear me this time, it means I'm meant to stay. That's my reward. "I'm right here," he said in a voice that wasn't as loud as it could have been.
The girls did not seem to have heard him. They pawed at each other and kissed, and then Ginny rolled on top of Luna and pinned her wrists against the carpet. "Got you," Ginny said breathlessly, tossing her hair away from her face. "Now I'm going to open my Christmas present."
Happy Hanukkah to me, thought Anthony. I really should get behind this chair.
If he'd gotten up then, he'd probably have made it, but then Luna raised her head, caught Ginny's jumper in her teeth, and yanked it down, revealing a lightly freckled throat and a glimpse of small, round breasts.
Anthony stared, fascinated.
"Let go," Ginny commanded softly. Luna shook her head.
"Fine," said Ginny. "I will." And in one swift movement she released Luna's wrists and shrugged out of her jumper. Now she was naked to her waist and now she saw Anthony.
They blinked at each other.
Anthony had the advantage of voluminous black robes, and a newspaper, which he could - and did - lay across his lap to hide his erection. She just sat there, straddling Luna's waist, her freckles vanishing like stars at dawn, as her blush crept from her cheeks downward. Each jerky breath caused her breasts to bounce slightly.
"Hahhhhh," said Anthony idiotically. Then he swallowed and tried again. "Harry," he mumbled, which was still idiotic, but at least it was a word.
"Break up," Ginny whispered. "I mean, broke up. We."
Luna tilted her head back and smiled dreamily at Anthony. "I'm helping her get over him."
"I-" Anthony's cheeks burned. "I'll go. Really. Sorry. Not to - I won't tell."
He would have gone - he really would have, he told himself later - but Luna continued conversationally, "We're sorry. We didn't hear you come in." She cocked an eyebrow. "You're Jewish."
"Er - yes." He'd learned years ago not to be alarmed by Luna's non-sequiturs.
"You were uncomfortable in the Great Hall."
Anthony had a brief vision of streamer-strewn rafters, bowls of punch, and exploding Christmas crackers. "Yes," he admitted. "It's not that I don't like Christmas," he hastened to add. "It's just that - well, enough's enough."
"And now we're making you uncomfortable here," Luna said, sounding aggrieved.
"I think he was pretty comfortable until we caught him," said Ginny dryly.
"I'll go," said Anthony. "Everyone else - they'll be at supper a while, I should think-"
"No, we'll go," said Ginny.
"I'm comfortable here," said Luna.
They both looked at her. She certainly looked comfortable, with her pale hair spread around her, and her skirt hiked up to her thighs. "Did you know," she rambled on, "that in ancient times, foreskins were used to make certain fertility potions? Do you ever wonder what happened to yours?"
Anthony jumped out of his chair. "I'll go."
"Wait." It was Ginny. Anthony paused in mid-turn, saw her bite her lip, then shake her head. "Sorry about chasing you away. Here." She grabbed one of Luna's hands and brought it to her own breast. Luna's fingers squeezed instinctively, caught Ginny's nipple between her middle and ring finger. Ginny arched her back. "Happy Hanukkah."
Anthony's erection strained against his pants. "Poor Harry… Got something to attend to," he mumbled, then hurried toward the door to the boys' dorms.
"Yeah, I know," he heard Ginny say. Then, after he'd closed the door behind him, he heard her say to Luna, "You scared him off. That was mean."
"I only asked him a question. Poor Harry…" Anthony imagined her smiling again. "He gets the glory, but I get the girl."
Ginny snorted. "I'm not the girl."
And the last thing Anthony heard before really leaving was Luna saying, "To me, you are."
01/14/06