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TITLE: Crazy Little Things
SERIES: Harry Potter
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dreiser
EMAIL: dreiser7@yahoo.com
YAHOO ID: dreiser7
MY WEBSITE: http://www.dreiser.org/
CONTENT: F/F romance. Hermione/Luna
SUMMARY: Little by little, in her own unusual way, Luna Lovegood sets about wooing Hermione Granger.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my love for an endless amount of cancelled television shows.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This occurs after Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince. Suspend your disbelief somewhat and hopefully have a good read. It's been a long time since I've written HP slash so I've most likely lost my touch. I don't have a lot of time to write lately so I'm going to post this in small blurbs at a time. Let me know what you think.
The title of this fic comes from the song lyrics of Fly Me Away by Goldfrapp. The band has a very ethereal and mysterious quality that reminds me of Luna and I think if she was a real person she'd be a fan of the band. If you want to have a listen to the song just click on the link below to download it.
Fly Me Away by Goldfrapp:
http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=99443B5A629B3D47
Hermione had been in the library studying Ancient Runes when Luna Lovegood first approached her. One moment she was reading page 1,007 of her textbook with the utmost interest and the next she heard a soft sigh and felt the warm exhale of breath on her neck. Whirling around, she was met with the sight of Luna wearing a dreamy expression, her eyes half closed, as she pulled her face away from Hermione's curly head of hair.
"What are you doing?" Hermione hissed, protectively grabbing her hair and pushing it far away from Luna.
"The nose knows," replied Luna, her voice airy. Her hand floated forward and her fingertips were able to lightly caress Hermione's hair before the older girl hurriedly scooted backwards and away from her touch.
"The nose knows what?" asked Hermione irritably. Honestly, it was things like this that made her dislike dealing with Luna. Those odd moments of utter and frank honesty the blonde had never applied to Hermione. Instead, she got nothing but mysterious phrasings and ridiculous theories. And now, apparently, hair sniffing.
"He smells of the outdoors, dirt and green things, rough and rash," said Luna, her blue eyes drifting away from Hermione for a moment. When they settled back on the brunette, she tilted her head to one side and studied the older girl intently. Very much like she was an interesting puzzle one needed to solve. "You smell of the indoors, parchment and quill, slow and steady, but," a tiny grin quirked on Luna's lips, "also rash at times."
"What are you--?" Hermione began, utterly perplexed.
Ducking her head down, putting their faces just centimeters apart, Luna looked deep into Hermione's eyes. Her gaze so solemn that Hermione couldn't help the reflexive and rather nervous swallow she gave at this attention. Just because she couldn't recall the last time someone had looked at her that way. Focused and fierce and completely fixated on her. Looking at her like she was the most amazing spell ever cast. It made her feel special just as much as nervous. But almost as soon as she acknowledged these feelings, Hermione buried them under a mountain of irritation. Forming a scowl, she said, "Would you mind putting some space between us?"
"Yes," said Luna simply.
Then she pressed her lips against Hermione's. One second passed, then two, and then three, perhaps it was around four seconds that Hermione finally realized what was happening but by then it was too late. Because Luna was moving her lips, which were amazingly soft and delightfully pliant, against the brunette's. Moving her lips with smooth and knowing tugs, pulls, and caresses, causing Hermione to automatically follow along. As if in some magic kiss induced daze. Somehow that one pressed kiss had led to another and another, until Luna's tongue slipped into Hermione's mouth. It was warm, exactly like her breath, and was oh so sweet as it tasted deep.
It's quite possible the could have gone on kissing forever if Madam Pince had not interrupted them by releasing an ear piercing shriek. Horrified, not by two girls kissing, but at the idea of anyone kissing in her library. Bodily fluids and books, then the two combined, oh just the mere idea of it made her body shake with rage and her mouth release more ear piercing screams.
Hearing a loud scream was something that would've made a normal person jerk backwards with alarm and end their kiss immediately. Luna, however, was most definitely not a normal person and pulled away from Hermione slowly. Her lips lingering for several moments against the older girl's. And a normal person would have turned their attention to the cause of the kiss interruption but Luna remained focused on Hermione who remained in her magic kiss induced daze. Luna's fingertips danced across Hermione's cheek and she wore a pleased smile.
"I knew we would smell right," Luna whispered. An elated and utterly joyous laugh escaped her and she pressed lips against Hermione's again. Pulling back with a slow suck and a playful nibble. "And taste right as well."
Luna's words were soon drowned out by another scream from Madam Pince, followed by a slew of threats, and demands for an endless amount of detentions if they didn't immediately stop kissing and promptly exit her library before they tainted it further. Hearing all this, Hermione finally awoke to her present situation.
And promptly released a scream of her own.
To be continued...
SERIES: Harry Potter
AUTHOR:
dreiserEMAIL: dreiser7@yahoo.com
YAHOO ID: dreiser7
MY WEBSITE: http://www.dreiser.org/
CONTENT: F/F romance. Hermione/Luna
SUMMARY: Little by little, in her own unusual way, Luna Lovegood sets about wooing Hermione Granger.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my love for an endless amount of cancelled television shows.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This occurs after Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince. Suspend your disbelief somewhat and hopefully have a good read. It's been a long time since I've written HP slash so I've most likely lost my touch. I don't have a lot of time to write lately so I'm going to post this in small blurbs at a time. Let me know what you think.
The title of this fic comes from the song lyrics of Fly Me Away by Goldfrapp. The band has a very ethereal and mysterious quality that reminds me of Luna and I think if she was a real person she'd be a fan of the band. If you want to have a listen to the song just click on the link below to download it.
Fly Me Away by Goldfrapp:
http://www.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=99443B5A629B3D47
Hermione had been in the library studying Ancient Runes when Luna Lovegood first approached her. One moment she was reading page 1,007 of her textbook with the utmost interest and the next she heard a soft sigh and felt the warm exhale of breath on her neck. Whirling around, she was met with the sight of Luna wearing a dreamy expression, her eyes half closed, as she pulled her face away from Hermione's curly head of hair.
"What are you doing?" Hermione hissed, protectively grabbing her hair and pushing it far away from Luna.
"The nose knows," replied Luna, her voice airy. Her hand floated forward and her fingertips were able to lightly caress Hermione's hair before the older girl hurriedly scooted backwards and away from her touch.
"The nose knows what?" asked Hermione irritably. Honestly, it was things like this that made her dislike dealing with Luna. Those odd moments of utter and frank honesty the blonde had never applied to Hermione. Instead, she got nothing but mysterious phrasings and ridiculous theories. And now, apparently, hair sniffing.
"He smells of the outdoors, dirt and green things, rough and rash," said Luna, her blue eyes drifting away from Hermione for a moment. When they settled back on the brunette, she tilted her head to one side and studied the older girl intently. Very much like she was an interesting puzzle one needed to solve. "You smell of the indoors, parchment and quill, slow and steady, but," a tiny grin quirked on Luna's lips, "also rash at times."
"What are you--?" Hermione began, utterly perplexed.
Ducking her head down, putting their faces just centimeters apart, Luna looked deep into Hermione's eyes. Her gaze so solemn that Hermione couldn't help the reflexive and rather nervous swallow she gave at this attention. Just because she couldn't recall the last time someone had looked at her that way. Focused and fierce and completely fixated on her. Looking at her like she was the most amazing spell ever cast. It made her feel special just as much as nervous. But almost as soon as she acknowledged these feelings, Hermione buried them under a mountain of irritation. Forming a scowl, she said, "Would you mind putting some space between us?"
"Yes," said Luna simply.
Then she pressed her lips against Hermione's. One second passed, then two, and then three, perhaps it was around four seconds that Hermione finally realized what was happening but by then it was too late. Because Luna was moving her lips, which were amazingly soft and delightfully pliant, against the brunette's. Moving her lips with smooth and knowing tugs, pulls, and caresses, causing Hermione to automatically follow along. As if in some magic kiss induced daze. Somehow that one pressed kiss had led to another and another, until Luna's tongue slipped into Hermione's mouth. It was warm, exactly like her breath, and was oh so sweet as it tasted deep.
It's quite possible the could have gone on kissing forever if Madam Pince had not interrupted them by releasing an ear piercing shriek. Horrified, not by two girls kissing, but at the idea of anyone kissing in her library. Bodily fluids and books, then the two combined, oh just the mere idea of it made her body shake with rage and her mouth release more ear piercing screams.
Hearing a loud scream was something that would've made a normal person jerk backwards with alarm and end their kiss immediately. Luna, however, was most definitely not a normal person and pulled away from Hermione slowly. Her lips lingering for several moments against the older girl's. And a normal person would have turned their attention to the cause of the kiss interruption but Luna remained focused on Hermione who remained in her magic kiss induced daze. Luna's fingertips danced across Hermione's cheek and she wore a pleased smile.
"I knew we would smell right," Luna whispered. An elated and utterly joyous laugh escaped her and she pressed lips against Hermione's again. Pulling back with a slow suck and a playful nibble. "And taste right as well."
Luna's words were soon drowned out by another scream from Madam Pince, followed by a slew of threats, and demands for an endless amount of detentions if they didn't immediately stop kissing and promptly exit her library before they tainted it further. Hearing all this, Hermione finally awoke to her present situation.
And promptly released a scream of her own.
To be continued...
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"They" probably being racists, or people with major problem with asians.
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Firefox wonked out a bit.