Hospital
Title: Hospital
Pairing: Ginny/Luna
Rating: G
Word Count: 644
Summary: Maybe that's what she needs to hear.
Note: The title comes from Zach Williams' Hospital.
It had been a while.
It had been a while since Ginny had written, because she lived in another part of the country now, was busy with the Harpies; she clearly had more things to do than write you. It had been a while since Ginny had Flooed; Ginny had a big family since all her brothers were married and she still attended those Sunday dinners at the Burrow. It had been a while since Ginny had shown up at your doorstep with a bottle of wine and wasted the night twirling your long blonde locks between her fingers.
And yet, here she was.
“I brought your favourite.” She said, stepping through your doorway as though it hadn’t been several long months since you had seen that red hair, which was now clumped on top of her head in a messy bun. You stepped aside and let her through because that’s what you did; you never resisted Ginny.
She turned around with the bottle in her hand and smiled at you, pulling out her wand. The cork was gone and the tall glasses were poured and you were sitting on that same sofa with her again, laughing and grinning and telling silly stories again. Her cheeks were as pink as you remember and she kept tucking her long hair behind her ears even though every time you made her laugh, she’d double over and the hair would fall out again. You just wanted to reach up and tuck it all away.
And then she was sleepy because wine always made her sleepy and her head was in your lap and you knew exactly what to do, remembered exactly what she liked. Your hands pulled at those soft tangles and your fingers curled at the nape of her neck; her eyes closed when you leaned over and pressed soft kisses to her temple, her cheek. She smiled into your knee and you felt the pressure of her lips there in a quietly endearing little kiss.
She rolled her head back unexpectedly and she said, “I’ve missed you.” You wouldn’t have thought her to say that, since she never wrote and never Flooed and never showed up anymore, never even acknowledged that you had once shared the most beautiful of loves with her. But she said it and you didn’t really know what to say; she knew you missed her more than you could even comprehend. If only she knew what her departure had done to you.
But she turned away again, as though your words weren’t needed. You had always thought your touches spoke better than your mouth anyway, so you settled for drawing triangles into the back of her hand. Sometimes you wondered if she ever knew how much this meant to you, how much having you like this, so vulnerable and so quiet and so lovely-you often wondered if she had ever known this, because to you, the feeling was almost tangible.
“I’m coming back.” Ginny said, and her words were just air on your thigh. You breathed in the scent of her breath (which was just as sweet and just as intoxicating as you remembered) and you felt her hair between your fingers, felt yourself spilling endlessly into her in that moment. But you knew that she didn’t mean it, that this was the wine speaking (just like last time), so you just nodded and pushed back the tears.
You waited for her breathing to slow before you leaned down and pressed a kiss behind her ear, where she had always liked tidbits of attention. You whispered a little promise there too, because you knew she would wake up soon and she would leave and you might not see her for the rest of your days, and you couldn’t have that if you didn’t get to say this.
“I’ll miss you.”
Pairing: Ginny/Luna
Rating: G
Word Count: 644
Summary: Maybe that's what she needs to hear.
Note: The title comes from Zach Williams' Hospital.
It had been a while.
It had been a while since Ginny had written, because she lived in another part of the country now, was busy with the Harpies; she clearly had more things to do than write you. It had been a while since Ginny had Flooed; Ginny had a big family since all her brothers were married and she still attended those Sunday dinners at the Burrow. It had been a while since Ginny had shown up at your doorstep with a bottle of wine and wasted the night twirling your long blonde locks between her fingers.
And yet, here she was.
“I brought your favourite.” She said, stepping through your doorway as though it hadn’t been several long months since you had seen that red hair, which was now clumped on top of her head in a messy bun. You stepped aside and let her through because that’s what you did; you never resisted Ginny.
She turned around with the bottle in her hand and smiled at you, pulling out her wand. The cork was gone and the tall glasses were poured and you were sitting on that same sofa with her again, laughing and grinning and telling silly stories again. Her cheeks were as pink as you remember and she kept tucking her long hair behind her ears even though every time you made her laugh, she’d double over and the hair would fall out again. You just wanted to reach up and tuck it all away.
And then she was sleepy because wine always made her sleepy and her head was in your lap and you knew exactly what to do, remembered exactly what she liked. Your hands pulled at those soft tangles and your fingers curled at the nape of her neck; her eyes closed when you leaned over and pressed soft kisses to her temple, her cheek. She smiled into your knee and you felt the pressure of her lips there in a quietly endearing little kiss.
She rolled her head back unexpectedly and she said, “I’ve missed you.” You wouldn’t have thought her to say that, since she never wrote and never Flooed and never showed up anymore, never even acknowledged that you had once shared the most beautiful of loves with her. But she said it and you didn’t really know what to say; she knew you missed her more than you could even comprehend. If only she knew what her departure had done to you.
But she turned away again, as though your words weren’t needed. You had always thought your touches spoke better than your mouth anyway, so you settled for drawing triangles into the back of her hand. Sometimes you wondered if she ever knew how much this meant to you, how much having you like this, so vulnerable and so quiet and so lovely-you often wondered if she had ever known this, because to you, the feeling was almost tangible.
“I’m coming back.” Ginny said, and her words were just air on your thigh. You breathed in the scent of her breath (which was just as sweet and just as intoxicating as you remembered) and you felt her hair between your fingers, felt yourself spilling endlessly into her in that moment. But you knew that she didn’t mean it, that this was the wine speaking (just like last time), so you just nodded and pushed back the tears.
You waited for her breathing to slow before you leaned down and pressed a kiss behind her ear, where she had always liked tidbits of attention. You whispered a little promise there too, because you knew she would wake up soon and she would leave and you might not see her for the rest of your days, and you couldn’t have that if you didn’t get to say this.
“I’ll miss you.”