Mum;
Title. Mum
Author. Zee
Pairings. Ginny/Luna (side Hermione/Pansy)
Rating. PG13
Summary. Sometimes she missed the quiet mornings they had on weekends.
Warnings. Baby, misspells on purpose, italics.
Disclaimer. Not mine, no profit, just borrowing for fun and all that shenanigans.
Author Notes. This is a continuation of sorts for this fic that I wrote last year. This year, though, I decided to write it as a bday present for zagury :) I managed to end it after her bday, but, hey, it's the idea that counts, right? :D
“Mum!”
Ginny sighed, shifting in bed and opening her eyes softly. She looked at the woman lying beside her and smiled; Luna hadn’t moved an inch. The sun had just started creeping through the window, which meant that it was way too soon to be up and that it was cartoons time. She looked at Luna’s sleeping face one last time, kissing it softly before getting out of bed.
Stepping on her slippers awkwardly, she didn’t even bother with them, just grabbing her pyjamas shirt and putting them on hastily before exiting the room. Sometimes she missed the quiet mornings they had on weekends, she thought while buttoning her shirt, things were so much more -
“Muuuum!”
- calm. She smiled, shaking her head while entering the room just beside theirs, and looking at the boy jumping up and down on his cradle. Even if hers and Luna’s weekends had been more calm before, she couldn’t remember a time she had felt so happy as she did now (maybe when Luna had told her that she loved her) (but there’s no way no compare happy times, she knew).
“Be quiet,” she whispered softly, “you’re going to wake up mummy.”
“Cartoons!” The boy whispered conspiratorially, raising his arms so she would pick him up.
“I know, I know.” She said, picking him up and giving his temple a kiss, “I don’t think I’ll be forgiving you Aunt ‘Mione so soon for giving us that telly,” she muttered under her breath, taking the boy downstairs.
Half an hour later when Luna woke up, the first thing she noticed was the missing warm body beside hers in bed. Then she heard the faint noise of the telly and smiled; Jean never failed to wake one of them up early on Saturday, because of cartoons. She stretched her arms calmly, stepping on her slippers and grabbing her pyjamas shirt before descending the few stairs quietly.
When she got to a point where she could see them, the first thing she saw was Jean sitting a foot away from the telly while Ginny slept profoundly on the sofa. She chuckled, knowing the redhead had slept late the day before, and wished she had a camera with her, just so she could take a picture of it.
“Psst!” she called for the little boy watching the telly at least three times before he turned to see who was (interrupting him in the middle of the cartoon and) calling for him.
“Mummy!”
“Shh,” she put a finger to her own lips, “you’re going to wake mum.” She smiled and looking around for the boy’s bottle, finding it empty just beside him. “Did mum give you your coco?”
“Mmhm,” the boy nodded, looking at Ginny and then back at Luna, a grin much like the redhead’s appearing on his face, “one more?”
“Mmhm,” she nodded back, messing a bit with the boy’s light red hair while crouching to pick his bottle.
She sat at the edge of the couch, just after he went back to his cartoons, and watched Ginny for a second. The years after the war hadn’t been easy, but they had definitely been kind; she removed a strand of hair from Ginny’s face, tracing a path to the fading scar the redhead had on her neck. Her touch was light, not meant to wake the woman, just to feel Ginny’s skin under her fingers (just to prove herself, one more time, that this was real and not a dream).
“If the coco isn’t ready by the time he remembers about it, he’s going to be grumpy,” Ginny murmured lazily, taking hold of Luna’s fingers and kissing them lightly, “I’ll be here when you’re back from the kitchen.”
“Will you?” The blonde murmured back, the feel of Ginny’s lips on her knuckles making her shiver slightly.
“Mmhm, it’s much too comfy here to play pranks on you today,” the redhead grinned broadly, making Luna chuckle before she got up to go to the kitchen.
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The rest of the day went on pretty uneventful and only when the day started to turn into night did little Jean start to get excited again. Aunt Mimi and Panpan ialways/i showed up on weekend nights and they always brought him a gift. Luna watched her son run excitedly around the kitchen while she made dinner preparations while Ginny took a quick shower (and after she was done, Luna would go up for a shower and Ginny would keep an eye on the boy).
Sighing softly, she couldn’t help but think of Ginny’s lean body under the shower spray; it had been a while since they had showered together, she’d say. She could never describe the things she felt whenever Ginny decided to wash her blonde hair, or when Ginny asked her to -
“Mummy!”
- pay attention to what she was doing. She giggled, taking her eyes of the food and looking at her child, who was currently sitting on a chair, his short legs moving about in a steady rhythm.
“Yes, dear?”
“When is Aunt Mimi and Panpan coming?”
“When are they coming?” Luna corrected him with subtlety, bending her legs so she’d be eye to eye with him, “I think they will be here in thirty minutes. Can you count?”
“Thirty?” His eyes grew wide. Mum had taught him how to count to ten, and he knew thirty was more than ten, and ten was already a lot, so... “But that’s a much lot!”
“Oh? So I guess you will have to wait a bit more, right?”
“What are we waiting for?” Ginny entered the kitchen that moment, already dressed and with her towel in hand.
“Aunt Mimi and Panpan!” Jean said excitedly, jumping a bit on his chair, “But thirty is a lot, mum!”
“Really?” She looked at him and grinned, “I thought we were waiting for a present.”
The little boy had the grace to blush.
Luna giggled softly, her hand pressing softly against Ginny’s waist before she left the kitchen to take her own shower. Ginny put her towel to dry and watched over the food (careful not to let anything explode, as she wasn’t acquainted to kitchens as Luna was) while distracting Jean. Most people said the boy looked like her, but every time Ginny looked at him, with his reddish hair and his blue eyes, he reminded her of Luna.
“Is it thirty yet?” He asked when he stopped walking around the kitchen from anxiety.
“No... Five more minutes.”
He looked fairly satisfied with the answer and then returned to walking around. Ginny smiled, praying that Hermione would get there before the time she said she would just so he’d stop walking around so much; but knowing Hermione and Pansy...
“AUNT MIMI!” The boy yelled excitedly, running to the living room when he heard two fairly loud pops coming from there.
“So soon?” Ginny said loudly, poking her head through the kitchen door to see Hermione and Pansy standing in the middle of the living room, the first woman already with her godson safely in her arms.
Jean giggled happily when both women attacked him with tickles, his laugh so addictive even Ginny started to laugh watching it. Luna appeared on the stairs then, her towel wrapped over her head, keeping most part of her hair up. She grinned watching the scene developed in front of her, walking the rest of the stairs to stay beside Ginny, giving a kiss on the redhead’s cheek and burrowing her face in Ginny’s neck softly.
“Hey, don’t I get a kiss too?” Pansy said, blinking playfully in their direction.
“From me, yes.” Ginny said, walking in to meet with the two women and her son.
“Oh, Merlin’s pants, no. Stay right where you are.” Pansy replied, pretending to hide herself behind Hermione and Jean while the redhead came for them. “Protect me, you two!”
Jean laughed aloud while Hermione walked out of the way, in Luna’s direction, leaving the path to Pansy completely clear so Ginny could pounce on her. After the two stopped rolling all over the floor, Pansy got a kiss (from Luna this time, and even Hermione gave her a kiss, laughing while Pansy tried to straighten her hair). After that, their dinner went on like usual; Jean making half a mess (stubbornly) trying to eat by himself, Hermione and Luna discussing work (while paying close attention to Jean) and Pansy and Ginny discussing the last quidditch matches (while paying attention so Hermione and Luna wouldn’t get so caught up in their conversation that they would forget to eat).
Jean only remembered he was supposed to get a gift from his aunt Mimi when dinner was over, and after that he didn’t lose five minutes asking her all about it, trying to find out what she was going to give him this time. She went to the living room with the boy, leaving the others to clean the table and dishes.
“A PUPPY OWL?” The three women in the kitchen heard the boy yell, and Ginny immediately walked to the living room, ready to tell Hermione that she should not give Jean those kinds of presents without talking with them first. Luna managed to stop her midway, though, wrapping her arms softly around the redhead’s waist and saying it was okay.
Later, after Luna was sure Ginny had calmed down and Hermione had promised they all would go when she bought the owl for Jean, they all sat on the front porch talking. It was a quiet evening, and the weather was fresh, so no reason for them to stay inside.
“Come here, you,” Pansy pulled the boy so he’d sit on her lap, “I want to ask you something.”
“No, no Panpan!” He tried to leave, Panpan always asked him the most difficult questions (like “Do you think there’s any chance you’ll become a quidditch player for my sake when you’re older?”).
“I promise it’s an easy question, I promise!” She said quickly, holding him. “I promise promise.”
“Hm. Mmhm.” He looked at her suspiciously, but nodded his head. By this point, all the other women were paying attention to their conversation; all interested in what Pansy would ask him and what would his answer be.
“I want you to tell the one gift you’d want Mimi and me to give you. The best gift we could ever give you. I want you to tell me what it is.” She said, looking the boy seriously straight in the eyes.
“Hahah, that’s easy, Panpan!” He giggled, his small hands holding onto hers. “It’s a friend.”
“A friend?” She asked, not understanding what she meant (while Ginny, who was just beside Luna, had this huge grin on her lips).
“Mmhm!” He nodded, he had a big smile now, “A most special friend. Like you and aunt Mimi and Mum and Mummy.” If you asked Ginny, she’d say the look on Pansy and Hermione’s face was priceless; she never noticed Luna looking at her own grin, though.
“Because,” the little boy continued, “Mum said that one day you and aunt Mimi are going to come here and you’ll have a most special friend for me and we’ll aaaaalways play together.”
“What?” Hermione raised her voice slightly, looking to the side and finding only Luna there, smiling serenely at both her and Pansy (who still looked a bit green).
Ginny was already hiding (safely) somewhere inside the house; the shit-eating grin on her face, and all the happiness she felt, enough payment for everything they had been through.
Author. Zee
Pairings. Ginny/Luna (side Hermione/Pansy)
Rating. PG13
Summary. Sometimes she missed the quiet mornings they had on weekends.
Warnings. Baby, misspells on purpose, italics.
Disclaimer. Not mine, no profit, just borrowing for fun and all that shenanigans.
Author Notes. This is a continuation of sorts for this fic that I wrote last year. This year, though, I decided to write it as a bday present for zagury :) I managed to end it after her bday, but, hey, it's the idea that counts, right? :D
“Mum!”
Ginny sighed, shifting in bed and opening her eyes softly. She looked at the woman lying beside her and smiled; Luna hadn’t moved an inch. The sun had just started creeping through the window, which meant that it was way too soon to be up and that it was cartoons time. She looked at Luna’s sleeping face one last time, kissing it softly before getting out of bed.
Stepping on her slippers awkwardly, she didn’t even bother with them, just grabbing her pyjamas shirt and putting them on hastily before exiting the room. Sometimes she missed the quiet mornings they had on weekends, she thought while buttoning her shirt, things were so much more -
“Muuuum!”
- calm. She smiled, shaking her head while entering the room just beside theirs, and looking at the boy jumping up and down on his cradle. Even if hers and Luna’s weekends had been more calm before, she couldn’t remember a time she had felt so happy as she did now (maybe when Luna had told her that she loved her) (but there’s no way no compare happy times, she knew).
“Be quiet,” she whispered softly, “you’re going to wake up mummy.”
“Cartoons!” The boy whispered conspiratorially, raising his arms so she would pick him up.
“I know, I know.” She said, picking him up and giving his temple a kiss, “I don’t think I’ll be forgiving you Aunt ‘Mione so soon for giving us that telly,” she muttered under her breath, taking the boy downstairs.
Half an hour later when Luna woke up, the first thing she noticed was the missing warm body beside hers in bed. Then she heard the faint noise of the telly and smiled; Jean never failed to wake one of them up early on Saturday, because of cartoons. She stretched her arms calmly, stepping on her slippers and grabbing her pyjamas shirt before descending the few stairs quietly.
When she got to a point where she could see them, the first thing she saw was Jean sitting a foot away from the telly while Ginny slept profoundly on the sofa. She chuckled, knowing the redhead had slept late the day before, and wished she had a camera with her, just so she could take a picture of it.
“Psst!” she called for the little boy watching the telly at least three times before he turned to see who was (interrupting him in the middle of the cartoon and) calling for him.
“Mummy!”
“Shh,” she put a finger to her own lips, “you’re going to wake mum.” She smiled and looking around for the boy’s bottle, finding it empty just beside him. “Did mum give you your coco?”
“Mmhm,” the boy nodded, looking at Ginny and then back at Luna, a grin much like the redhead’s appearing on his face, “one more?”
“Mmhm,” she nodded back, messing a bit with the boy’s light red hair while crouching to pick his bottle.
She sat at the edge of the couch, just after he went back to his cartoons, and watched Ginny for a second. The years after the war hadn’t been easy, but they had definitely been kind; she removed a strand of hair from Ginny’s face, tracing a path to the fading scar the redhead had on her neck. Her touch was light, not meant to wake the woman, just to feel Ginny’s skin under her fingers (just to prove herself, one more time, that this was real and not a dream).
“If the coco isn’t ready by the time he remembers about it, he’s going to be grumpy,” Ginny murmured lazily, taking hold of Luna’s fingers and kissing them lightly, “I’ll be here when you’re back from the kitchen.”
“Will you?” The blonde murmured back, the feel of Ginny’s lips on her knuckles making her shiver slightly.
“Mmhm, it’s much too comfy here to play pranks on you today,” the redhead grinned broadly, making Luna chuckle before she got up to go to the kitchen.
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The rest of the day went on pretty uneventful and only when the day started to turn into night did little Jean start to get excited again. Aunt Mimi and Panpan ialways/i showed up on weekend nights and they always brought him a gift. Luna watched her son run excitedly around the kitchen while she made dinner preparations while Ginny took a quick shower (and after she was done, Luna would go up for a shower and Ginny would keep an eye on the boy).
Sighing softly, she couldn’t help but think of Ginny’s lean body under the shower spray; it had been a while since they had showered together, she’d say. She could never describe the things she felt whenever Ginny decided to wash her blonde hair, or when Ginny asked her to -
“Mummy!”
- pay attention to what she was doing. She giggled, taking her eyes of the food and looking at her child, who was currently sitting on a chair, his short legs moving about in a steady rhythm.
“Yes, dear?”
“When is Aunt Mimi and Panpan coming?”
“When are they coming?” Luna corrected him with subtlety, bending her legs so she’d be eye to eye with him, “I think they will be here in thirty minutes. Can you count?”
“Thirty?” His eyes grew wide. Mum had taught him how to count to ten, and he knew thirty was more than ten, and ten was already a lot, so... “But that’s a much lot!”
“Oh? So I guess you will have to wait a bit more, right?”
“What are we waiting for?” Ginny entered the kitchen that moment, already dressed and with her towel in hand.
“Aunt Mimi and Panpan!” Jean said excitedly, jumping a bit on his chair, “But thirty is a lot, mum!”
“Really?” She looked at him and grinned, “I thought we were waiting for a present.”
The little boy had the grace to blush.
Luna giggled softly, her hand pressing softly against Ginny’s waist before she left the kitchen to take her own shower. Ginny put her towel to dry and watched over the food (careful not to let anything explode, as she wasn’t acquainted to kitchens as Luna was) while distracting Jean. Most people said the boy looked like her, but every time Ginny looked at him, with his reddish hair and his blue eyes, he reminded her of Luna.
“Is it thirty yet?” He asked when he stopped walking around the kitchen from anxiety.
“No... Five more minutes.”
He looked fairly satisfied with the answer and then returned to walking around. Ginny smiled, praying that Hermione would get there before the time she said she would just so he’d stop walking around so much; but knowing Hermione and Pansy...
“AUNT MIMI!” The boy yelled excitedly, running to the living room when he heard two fairly loud pops coming from there.
“So soon?” Ginny said loudly, poking her head through the kitchen door to see Hermione and Pansy standing in the middle of the living room, the first woman already with her godson safely in her arms.
Jean giggled happily when both women attacked him with tickles, his laugh so addictive even Ginny started to laugh watching it. Luna appeared on the stairs then, her towel wrapped over her head, keeping most part of her hair up. She grinned watching the scene developed in front of her, walking the rest of the stairs to stay beside Ginny, giving a kiss on the redhead’s cheek and burrowing her face in Ginny’s neck softly.
“Hey, don’t I get a kiss too?” Pansy said, blinking playfully in their direction.
“From me, yes.” Ginny said, walking in to meet with the two women and her son.
“Oh, Merlin’s pants, no. Stay right where you are.” Pansy replied, pretending to hide herself behind Hermione and Jean while the redhead came for them. “Protect me, you two!”
Jean laughed aloud while Hermione walked out of the way, in Luna’s direction, leaving the path to Pansy completely clear so Ginny could pounce on her. After the two stopped rolling all over the floor, Pansy got a kiss (from Luna this time, and even Hermione gave her a kiss, laughing while Pansy tried to straighten her hair). After that, their dinner went on like usual; Jean making half a mess (stubbornly) trying to eat by himself, Hermione and Luna discussing work (while paying close attention to Jean) and Pansy and Ginny discussing the last quidditch matches (while paying attention so Hermione and Luna wouldn’t get so caught up in their conversation that they would forget to eat).
Jean only remembered he was supposed to get a gift from his aunt Mimi when dinner was over, and after that he didn’t lose five minutes asking her all about it, trying to find out what she was going to give him this time. She went to the living room with the boy, leaving the others to clean the table and dishes.
“A PUPPY OWL?” The three women in the kitchen heard the boy yell, and Ginny immediately walked to the living room, ready to tell Hermione that she should not give Jean those kinds of presents without talking with them first. Luna managed to stop her midway, though, wrapping her arms softly around the redhead’s waist and saying it was okay.
Later, after Luna was sure Ginny had calmed down and Hermione had promised they all would go when she bought the owl for Jean, they all sat on the front porch talking. It was a quiet evening, and the weather was fresh, so no reason for them to stay inside.
“Come here, you,” Pansy pulled the boy so he’d sit on her lap, “I want to ask you something.”
“No, no Panpan!” He tried to leave, Panpan always asked him the most difficult questions (like “Do you think there’s any chance you’ll become a quidditch player for my sake when you’re older?”).
“I promise it’s an easy question, I promise!” She said quickly, holding him. “I promise promise.”
“Hm. Mmhm.” He looked at her suspiciously, but nodded his head. By this point, all the other women were paying attention to their conversation; all interested in what Pansy would ask him and what would his answer be.
“I want you to tell the one gift you’d want Mimi and me to give you. The best gift we could ever give you. I want you to tell me what it is.” She said, looking the boy seriously straight in the eyes.
“Hahah, that’s easy, Panpan!” He giggled, his small hands holding onto hers. “It’s a friend.”
“A friend?” She asked, not understanding what she meant (while Ginny, who was just beside Luna, had this huge grin on her lips).
“Mmhm!” He nodded, he had a big smile now, “A most special friend. Like you and aunt Mimi and Mum and Mummy.” If you asked Ginny, she’d say the look on Pansy and Hermione’s face was priceless; she never noticed Luna looking at her own grin, though.
“Because,” the little boy continued, “Mum said that one day you and aunt Mimi are going to come here and you’ll have a most special friend for me and we’ll aaaaalways play together.”
“What?” Hermione raised her voice slightly, looking to the side and finding only Luna there, smiling serenely at both her and Pansy (who still looked a bit green).
Ginny was already hiding (safely) somewhere inside the house; the shit-eating grin on her face, and all the happiness she felt, enough payment for everything they had been through.