Date: 26 February 1999 Characters: Greg Goyle, Luna Lovegood Location: Tattered Pages, then elsewhere Status: Private Summary: Greg meets Luna for their date lunch thing. Completion: Incomplete
Luna started to get up when Greg's voice distracted her from the book in her hands. She hadn't had much time to find books before transfiguring the cushions and sitting to wait for him, but she'd picked one up as she walked back here- it was about India, and had grabbed her eye. She set the book aside as she felt her heart speed up at the sight of him, crouching down beside her.
"No, I've not," she said, smiling. She leaned forward and caught his lips with her own in greeting, almost on impulse- except not, because they were alone and out of Hogwarts, and she'd been thinking about his lips a lot. She leaned backwards after a short moment though, smiling still. "How are you?"
Greg blinked when Luna leant forward and kissed him; easy as that. He got a quick impression -- soft, fragrant, tingly -- but before he could sway forward and lean into the kiss, she was sitting back again, looking at him as if she'd merely leaned over and fixed his collar and was now quite pleased with the way it looked. It made him smile.
He ducked his head and shifted to sit. "Um. Better." He inched his hand along the carpet until his fingers grazed hers, but found he wasn't able to hesitate any further than that. Wanting more than just that little taste, he leaned in again and touched his slightly parted lips to hers, lingering a little to prolong the contact even though he didn't know exactly what to do next. More practice was in order, but for now he just liked being free to do it. "Been wanting to do that. How're you?"
Luna smiled when he said he was better. She happened to agree. He reached out, and she thought he'd want to hold her hand, so she lifted it up and was surprised to find his lips on hers again. Luna closed her eyes, kissing him back. She couldn't quite find the words to describe to herself how nice it was, but she liked how his lips fit against hers. Sucking in a breath when he pulled away, she nodded, agreeing again. "Me too," she said, and opened her eyes.
"I'm very good," she said, her voice softer than she meant it to be. She tried speaking up. "I only had time to pick up this book about India. Is there anything you want to find here?"
He eased back after he'd kissed her, enjoying the look on her face even though he thought probably he was wearing a similar one. He glanced down at the book she indicated, about India. "Any good? I don't really have anything in mind I guess." Well. Except for her, but they were talking about books.
Sitting back against one of the pillows, he rested an elbow on his knee and looked around the shop. "Haven't been here since what happened," he said. "Looks the same as it ever did though, now." He fingered one of the pillows, glancing between it and her as he thought of that day in his room. Smiling slightly, he asked, "What'd you use to make these?"
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"No, I've not," she said, smiling. She leaned forward and caught his lips with her own in greeting, almost on impulse- except not, because they were alone and out of Hogwarts, and she'd been thinking about his lips a lot. She leaned backwards after a short moment though, smiling still. "How are you?"
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He ducked his head and shifted to sit. "Um. Better." He inched his hand along the carpet until his fingers grazed hers, but found he wasn't able to hesitate any further than that. Wanting more than just that little taste, he leaned in again and touched his slightly parted lips to hers, lingering a little to prolong the contact even though he didn't know exactly what to do next. More practice was in order, but for now he just liked being free to do it. "Been wanting to do that. How're you?"
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"I'm very good," she said, her voice softer than she meant it to be. She tried speaking up. "I only had time to pick up this book about India. Is there anything you want to find here?"
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Sitting back against one of the pillows, he rested an elbow on his knee and looked around the shop. "Haven't been here since what happened," he said. "Looks the same as it ever did though, now." He fingered one of the pillows, glancing between it and her as he thought of that day in his room. Smiling slightly, he asked, "What'd you use to make these?"
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