Better
Title: Better
Pairing: Ginny/Luna
Rating: PG
Word Count: 395
Warnings: Mindless fluff, PWP
Summary: Ginny tried not to think that Luna was the best when she was stark naked, but it's hard to think much else.
Note: Sorry I never write anymore, it's all out of me, it seems.
Ginny rarely thought that anything was better than Luna.
Perhaps chocolate cauldrons were, on bad days. And perhaps firewhiskey was, when she was especially upset with herself for whatever reason. But Luna was the best on sunny days, rainy days, all days of the week-Luna was even the best when Ginny wanted to kill herself because she’d forgotten to make the potion that helped her with cramps (but that was only because Luna knew some secret recipe to tea that made Ginny want to do nothing but kiss Luna) (it was a conspiracy, she just knew it).
Ginny tried not to think that Luna was the best when she was stark naked, but it’s hard to think much else. She often thought she was the luckiest witch in the world when Luna showed up at her practice with a bowl of warm soup and some strange crackers that made Ginny’s feet tingle. Or when Luna came home with a bottle of red wine, her bag full of newspapers and pens tucked behind her ear. Luna was the editor of the Quibbler now and while Ginny had always been a rather busy girl, she’d thought that life would never return to a normal, happy state of chaos after the war until Luna had been made editor.
And then every evening was a scavenger hunt for Ginny. Well, more like a few hours of constantly casting Accio because Luna seemed to misplace every little thing (except for tea bags) (just like Ginny never misplaced firewhiskey). Ginny eventually learned to get a bit tipsy and halfway through Luna’s workload start kissing her, coax her into bed and fall asleep half drunk (Ginny half drunk off of wine, Luna half drunk off of Ginny’s kisses) (which would make Ginny completely drunk because Luna was a very good kisser).
Ginny was mostly just happy that she was able to coax Luna into bed with her. She knew that the blonde would stay up all night working and only allowed Ginny to seduce her into cool sheets because she wanted Ginny to stop drinking. By the time Ginny had arranged their bodies into the position Luna most liked to fall asleep in, there was no stopping the abrupt drowsiness that Ginny always knew would come.
So Ginny got her way most of the time. There was nothing better than Luna.