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2021-01-24T21:28:26Z

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Harry/Draco Fandom Oral History Project

2020-09-06T22:33:13Z

For those who aren't Tumblr folks and haven't see this survey, I figured I'd share it. I'd be lovely to see the history of those who were/are active on journal platforms.

They want to collect as many stories about the Harry/Draco (Drarry) fandom as possible.

Here's the link to the Tumblr post in question: HERE

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2020-01-20T15:25:05Z

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evening12 @ 2019-09-13T13:40:00

2019-09-13T17:40:24Z

I am taking a page out of kiertorata's book (thanks for the inspo) and am hoping that by putting it out there, I'll get to some writing.

Here are my WIPs that have things on paper. Some of them have sentences, some paragraphs and some a little bit more.

I have this Ginny/Luna fairy tale inspired fic that was supposed to be for rarepair_shorts 2019 but it's still in my WIP. I have....maybe half of it done. This was supposed to be the fic that would get me out of my writing rut *sigh*

Oh. There's things Pansy/Lavender coffee shop fic that was for an earlier round of hpfemslash_mini . Think down and out!Pansy with barista!Lavender. It was after the war, there was an attempt at humour and banter. Again, I was hoping for a quick 500 words...and it grew...and is still in my WIP.

Oddly enough, I have another Pansy/Lavender fic. This time an 8th year fic. I have an opening scene and an ending one. I like this one but I think it needs more time to simmer...maybe? My stories usually revolve so closely to 1 or 2 characters but this one would involve more characters and just as important other relationships.

I only have a Ginny/Pansy scene that I would like to fold into some kind of story. its' a scrap from a previous story but I really like it. It's a nightmare scene and it just has this eerie vibe to it that I like.

Then I have things that are simmering in my head.

A Remus centric fic where we see him grown from a little boy who thought he'd always be a monster to a teenager who found friends, to a young adult who lost everything and was once again a monster to him receive a letter from Hogwarts (again) inviting him to teach (or you know...find his salvation again).

Another character centric fic. This time Hermione. I HC as biracial (black/white) so this fic would focus on hair, on school and her stresses about and her coping (or lack of) skills with stress. This one I have more feelings about it than I have scenes/images.

People of the Internet, how do you tackle your WIPs/writing slumps?

Wrapping Up Femmefest!

2019-06-11T19:49:35Z

Femmefest Exchange 2019!
Anoynmous Masterlist is Up! Share the love and celebrate femslash!
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evening12 @ 2019-05-13T15:49:00

2019-05-13T19:49:49Z

Femmefest Exchange 2019!
We just dropped the first submission. Come check out the femslash love!
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It's Back Again!

2019-02-17T17:24:11Z

Come and join the fun!! One of our fandom's most fun fest is back :D :D Commenters, reccers, betas and alphas', come and join the fun!!

Join the Fun!!

2019-01-21T14:39:02Z

My favourite fest of the year is back again!! I might be biased because I help run it but still...lol

Femmefest Exchange 2019!
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Join the Femslash Fun!!

2018-10-02T19:59:47Z

All the comments!!

2018-09-01T22:39:27Z

If you love commenting and want to show your love for all those seasonal fests, this is the event for you. Keep your eyes open for it over at hd_writers

Start: October 15th
End: December 31st

evening12 @ 2018-08-16T10:04:00

2018-08-16T14:04:01Z

Come and Join the Fun!! Prompting is open!!

Posting is On!

2018-05-07T18:12:37Z

The first post dropped today. A lovely Flonks fic! Come and check it out!

Femmefest Exchange 2018!
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This entry was originally posted at http://evening12.dreamwidth.org/42623.html. Please comment on LJ or there using OpenID.

Come Join the Fun and Prompt!

2018-04-01T16:12:07Z

This fest is one of my fave, and I'd love to see it showered with delightful prompts!

HP DRIZZLE ON lj / dw
prompting begins on 1st of april
all genres, all pairings!
RULES

evening12 @ 2018-03-15T16:26:00

2018-03-15T20:26:44Z

I just realized that there has been any recs so I just signed up for April for femslash! If you love any fics that you think please should check out, come on over to crack_broom and rec some awesome HP fanworks!!

evening12 @ 2018-01-19T10:48:00

2018-01-19T15:48:46Z

Claiming my last fic of 2017! I wrote this for rarepair_shorts's 2017 Winter Exchange for nearlyconscious. This fest was the first one that I ever participated in, and it was rather nice to create something for it again. Feel free to read it here or on Ao3. The original post can be found HERE.

Title: To Fall in Love
Pairing: Ginny Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Rating: PG-13
Contains (Highlight to view): *hurt/comfort, brief episode of dissociating*
Word Count: 684 words
Summary: Ginny remembers falling in love with Pansy.
Author's Notes: To the mods, thank you for the much appreciated extension. To kiertorata, you are the best for stepping up at the last minute to beta my fic. This story is all the better because of your input. To nearlyconscious, I ended up being inspired by your prompts, and your list of femslash likes. You are one of my favourite Harry Potter artists and I love your femslash headcanons. I was very happy that I got to write for you, and hope you enjoy this story.

The faint smell of burnt cookies greeted Ginny when she Apparated home. She dropped her Quidditch gear at the door. Her gloves landed somewhere on the floor. Her broom almost knocked over the potted plant that Neville had given her as a housewarming gift, which was resting on the dresser. He had said that a house wasn’t a home without a plant, and Ginny had to agree with him.

Quidditch practice in December had been brutal. The biting winter wind always managed chill Ginny down to the bones. Ginny rubbed her hands together to create some warmth. She saw her olive green painted nailed and smiled. Pansy had insisted on painting them.

“Fuck!” Pansy’s favourite curse rang from the kitchen. Ginny followed the sound of her voice and the accompanying clanking of things falling to the floor.

There was flour everywhere. Sugar and cocoa powder covered the counters, and even parts of the ceiling. Yellow mixing bowls and spoons were scattered across the kitchen. And there was Pansy, pink-apron askew, holding a spoon that dripped batter on the floor.

“You alright, there?” Ginny ran her finger through the batter that coated the counter. “Looks like a garden gnome was given free rein of the kitchen.” She licked the batter off of her finger. “Not bad though.”

“Your Mum mentioned that baking was a Weasley tradition.” Pansy ran her fingers through her hair, the flour from her hands streaking her hair a pale white. “Fleur brought those perfect macarons last Christmas. And Hermione told me that she was planning these elaborate gingerbread cookies for Christmas dinner. And I can fucking bake, so I was going to show them.” Pansy pursed her lips at that last word. “I don’t even fucking know. I was meant to be done before you got back.”

Ginny smiled. There were things about Pansy that still surprised her. Ginny remembered the moment she had fallen in love with her. No sweet whispers of love had been shared under starlight. No kisses had been shared under the full moon either. She had fallen in love with Pansy in the middle on the night.

It had been scary and messy, but Pansy had been right by her side. Ginny hadn’t expected the person she had been shagging to stay by her side. She hadn’t even been sure they were a couple.

That night, Ginny had woken up with a start. The bedroom had seemed big. Her surroundings had taken two steps back. Pansy, who had had her hand on Ginny’s stomach, had felt far away. Ginny hadn’t been able to feel Pansy’s warmth. Everything had been muted. She’d had dreams more vivid than this.

Unease had crept up Ginny’s throat. It had felt thick and cold. She’d sat up. She had been alone. No matter how hard she had tried, she hadn’t been able to catch her breath.

Pansy had woken up. Somehow, she’d understood what had been happening to Ginny. She’d sat up beside Ginny. Pansy’s usually styled hair had been a mess.

“Listen to my voice. I know it feels real, Ginny. I know. But it’s not happening again,” Pansy had said. “Feel the bedsheets under your fingertips. Breath in the lavender from the candle we lit early. You’re home, Ginny.”

Pansy had talked to her so softly. Ginny hadn’t expected anyone to be able to reach her.

“I’m here. I’m right beside you Ginny,” Pansy had said.

Ginny didn’t remember how long this kept going, but Pansy had been there. And she’d been there every time since.

Their relationship was unconventional. They argued and bickered. There was a fair share of teasing and snark. But on that night Ginny had fallen in love with Pansy. And Ginny was still in love with Pansy.

Ginny toed a disregarded bowl on the floor. She looked around the mess in the kitchen, her eyes passing the counters dusted with flour and setting on Pansy.

She crossed the room, and pulled Pansy against her body. Ginny placed a soft kiss below Pansy’s ear. “Let’s see if we can salvage this, shall we?”

Join the Fun!

2018-01-15T15:31:51Z

Femmeslash lovers now is the time! Sign-ups have opened! Share the word, sign-up and bask in the glory of the beautiful banners!

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Claiming my fic!

2018-01-12T23:54:26Z

This was my entry for this year's mini_fest. Feel free to read it on Ao3 if you'd prefer.

Title: A Little Bit of Fun
Author/Artist: evening12
Pairing(s): Ginny Weasley/*Pansy Parkinson* It is femmeslash
Word Count: ~1700 words
Rating: NC-17
Contains (Highlight to view): *smut (partially clothed sex, vaginal fingering) *
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: All the thanks to aibidil who helped me out at the last minute by beta-ing this fic. All the remaining mistakes are my own. mini_fest has always been a favourite of mine, and I’m happy to see it’s still going strong. Thanks to the mods for their hard work. Fandom people are the best! The original fic can be found HERE.
Summary: Ginny was simply looking for an evening of dance, drinking and fun.

The party of the year, if Rita Skeeter’s articles were to be believed. This time around, Ginny hoped to have some fun. Last year, the night ended with her Apparating a drunk Seamus home after he had somehow lost Dean.

Ginny handed her invitation to a tuxedoed house-elf before being ushered towards the ballroom. Giant poinsettia wreaths adorned the walls leading to the ballroom where music slipped into the corridor from under the doors. The house-elf bowed and, with a snap of his fingers, the doors opened.

Twinkling lights wrapped around pillars and swooped down from the ceiling. Candles of all shapes and sizes and elegant ivory white candelabras decorated the tables. Drapes of red velvet covered up the chairs. With its falling snowflakes, the ballroom’s enchanted ceiling reminded Ginny of Hogwarts during the winter feast.

“Ginny! Ginny!” Over the loud music, Ginny heard the voice she’d heard so many times during Quidditch practice at Hogwarts. “Over here, Ginny.” Even with his mask on, Oliver was easily recognizable with his Puddlemere United blue dress robes. Ginny cursed herself for not having put on her mask before Oliver spotted her. Ginny liked Oliver, but sometimes he didn’t realize that Quidditch wasn’t the only thing worth discussing.

“Nice to see you, Oliver,” Ginny said as she put on her mask, the golden leaf pattern of her mask complementing her jade green dress.

“Always nice to see fellow Quidditch players at these events. I was just talking to Susan a little while ago about a possible summer training program. Susan Blancheflower. You must know her. The keeper for the American National Quidditch team. As I was saying, we’ll be getting together, along with a few other keepers…”

Ginny didn’t feel like talking Quidditch tonight. Tonight was for fun. Frivolous fun.

Everyone was dressed so elegantly. Evening gowns and precious jewels, dress robes and dinner jackets with ties. Some wizards even wore frock coats. But it was a witch wearing a black sequined dress who caught Ginny’s eye. She was only a few feet away, holding a champagne flute. She was smiling. Ginny couldn’t help but stare at her wine-red coloured lips. She wondered if the colour would stain on her own lips if they kissed. That would be fun. She’d run her fingers through the witch’s hair. The twinkling lights reflected a soft glow in each strand of her dark hair.

Ginny saw the witch looking her way, and her knees almost gave out. Quidditch toned muscles kept her upright. Ginny blushed but she did not, could not look away. That is, until a crowd passed and blocked the witch from her sight.

“...what do you think?”

“Oh. Umm. Yes, yes of course,” said Ginny though she had no idea what Oliver was discussing. Ginny was much more interested in finding the witch again.

A small tap on her shoulder startled Ginny. There she was. The witch was standing so close that Ginny could smell her subtle jasmine perfume in a soft cloud of air against her face.

“But honestly, you should convince Potter to take up Quidditch again. There is nothing more shameful than wasted Quidditch talent,” said Oliver as he finished what seemed to have been what Ginny had agreed to.

“I’ll mention it to him. If you’ll excuse us, Oliver.” Ginny let herself be led towards the dance floor.

Ginny and the witch took their places on the dance floor, and waited for a new song to begin. Once it started, they took a step forward and bowed. The witch placed her hand on Ginny’s back. Ginny smiled as she placed her hand on the witch’s shoulder, their free hands meeting. The witch’s breasts pressed against Ginny’s own as she brought Ginny closer. Together, they danced, their feet in sync to the music.

The witch guided Ginny across the dance floor. Her eyes on Ginny. Every moment, every angle seemed to be planned in advance. Nothing felt forced.

“Who are you?” Ginny said.

The witch squeezed her hand and smiled. “That would ruin the point of a masquerade. Ruin the fun.” The witch’s breath tickled Ginny’s ear and tiny sparks travelled all the way down her spine.

The witch’s gaze flickered from Ginny’s lips to her eyes, making sure Ginny wanted this. She closed the space between them. She leaned in. Their mouths touched. Just a brush of skin — her upper lip grazing Ginny’s lower.

“Care to leave?” The witch trailed her fingers up Ginny’s spine.

Ginny tucked a stray hair back into her chignon before nodding. Clinking glasses and cheerful laughter spilled into the hallway as they left the ballroom.

Pulling Ginny along, the witch made a sharp left into an empty powder room. Using her free hand, the witch unholstered her wand from under her dress and aimed it at the door. “Colloportus.” The door closed behind them with a muffled thump, blocking out the sound of the party. “We won’t be as easily disturbed, now.” The witch threw her wand on the nearest counter before pulling Ginny close to her.

“I like the sound of that,” said Ginny as she took off her mask and placed it on the counter.

“Fuck. Weasley?” The witch ran her fingers through her hair as she took a step back. “Red hair and freckles. I should’ve known.”

“What do you mean ‘fuck’? You know me?” Ginny reached out to touch the witch’s mask. “Who are you?” The teal-coloured mask brought out the witch’s black hair.

Ginny removed the witch's mask. “Parkinson.” The mask dropped to the floor. “This is...this is unexpected.” The faint sound of a Celestina Warbeck song could be heard as both Ginny and Parkinson faced each other in silence. “Now what?”

“The way I see it, we have two options. We can go our separate ways and pretend that this never happened.” Parkinson looked Ginny up and down, lingering on the plunging neckline of the dress. “Or…”

“Or?” said Ginny.

“Or we could fuck.” Parkinson smirked. “I don’t know about you but I was looking forward to a good fuck.” Parkinson wrapped her arms around Ginny’s waist.

Ginny moved her head closer to Parkinson. She leaned in, so that their foreheads touch. “I could do with a good fuck.” Ginny puts her arms around Parkinson’s neck, pulling her in for a kiss. This kiss was fast and hard. Tongues caressing and teeth clashing. Parkinson tightened her hold on Ginny.

Flesh and hair getting tugged and squeezed as Ginny slipped her leg between Parkinson’s legs so that it pressed against her pussy. Parkinson rocked against Ginny’s leg, soft moans escaping her lips.

Moving one arm between them, Ginny began to tease Parkinson’s nipple through the material of the dress. She bit Parkinson’s lower lip as she noticed that she wasn’t the only one who wasn’t wearing a bra. Slipping her hand down Parkinson’s dress, Ginny cupped her breast. A little more than a handful. Ginny enjoyed the weight of Parkinson’s breast as she massaged it.

Kissing her way down Parkinson’s neck, Ginny squeezed Parkinson’s nipple between her thumb and forefinger of her hand. Parkinson arched into Ginny’s touch.

Parkinson exhaled deeply before pushing Ginny against the counter. She trailed her finger down Ginny’s stomach until she reached the edge of the dress. Pushing the dress up, Parkinson moved down and kissed the exposed skin. A soft kiss on Ginny’s collarbone. A sharp nip on the inner left breast. Moving down further until her mouth brushed against Ginny’s knickers.

Ginny looked down as Parkinson pulled her knickers down her ankles. The cool air hitting Ginny’s pussy made her gasp softly. Ginny spread her legs open as Pansy traced and teased her outer lips with her tongue. Ginny’s fingers softly scratched Parkinson’s nape.

With one hand caressing Ginny’s thigh, Parkinson inserted the tip of her index finger into Ginny’s pussy and moved it around in circles. Ginny closed her eyes and moaned.

Parkinson pressed both tongue and teeth hard against Ginny’s clit, giving her the perfect place to grind down against. Ginny’s hips moved in a slowed rhythm, seeking that right kind of pressure.

She squeezed her thighs around Parkinson’s head, pulling Parkinson’s mouth tighter against her. Parkinson reached up, pressing her hands against Ginny’s toned stomach. Ginny’s hands clenched the counter to steady herself.

Ginny’s entire body tensed with pleasure as Parkinson pressed her tongue against her clit. She started to feel it in her inner thighs, until it spread outwards and more intensely to her lower stomach. Everything disappeared except for the hot sensation that took over Ginny’s body. She felt her muscles clench tightly and wetness trickle down. Arching her back, Ginny pulled Parkinson against her.

Ginny leaned back against the counter, one hand on Parkinson’s shoulder, as she caught her breath.

Ginny smiled. “This was...that was fun.” She ran her fingers through Pansy’s hair. “Definitely something to try again.”

“Rivals that time we fucked under the Quidditch stands during your Harpies tryouts, doesn’t it?” Pansy said as she stood up and leaned against the counter beside Ginny.

“Still can’t believe that you talked me into that.”

Pansy smoothed over her dress. “You had fun that time, too. Enough fun that we tried it twice.”

“And that second time, we almost got caught.” Ginny pulled up her knickers.

“Which is why we got better at Notice-Me-Not and locking charms.” Pansy took her discarded wand and slipped it in the holster.

“What are you doing? Don’t you want me to —? ”

“Later,” Pansy said, dismissing the question with a shake of her head. “It’ll give you something to think about during those boring speeches.” Pansy leaned in placing soft open mouth kisses down Ginny’s neck.

“Later,” said Ginny as she smiled. “Oh. Don’t forget we promised Ron and Hermione that we’d watch Rose tomorrow.” Ginny pulled her hair back into a loose chignon.

“You mean, you promised,” said Pansy as she grabbed her mask from the countertop.

“These days, we’re a package deal, love.” Ginny kissed Pansy. “See you at home,” said Ginny as she opened the door and was swallowed by the music.

It seems that Rita Skeeter was right, after all. This had been the party of the year.

Lovers of femslash, it's that time again!

2018-01-06T21:12:40Z

Femmefest Exchange 2018!
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Fanfic: Of Full Moons and Rain (Remus Lupin, PG-13)

2017-10-28T18:22:32Z

Claiming another one of my stories! hp_drizzle is one of my favourite fests and I'm so happy that I got to participate in it :D If you'd rather check it out on Ao3, here is the LINK.

Title: Of Full Moons and Rain
Author: evening12
Prompt: Own Prompt
Character(s): Remus Lupin
Word Count: 1253 words
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): None
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: I’ve loved this fest since the first year it ran, and I’m so happy to able to create something for it. Hats off to the mod for hosting such a great fest! All the thanks to icicle33 for beta-ing my story while she’s busy with a new job and a move.
Summary: Remus’ life has taken on a routine that revolves around the full moon.

“Once a month, at the full moon, the otherwise sane and normal wizard or Muggle afflicted transforms into a murderous beast.” - Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

***

When asked if he remembered that night, Remus always lied. He lied to the Healers. He lied to the Aurors. He lied to his parents. It happened too fast. He was unconscious. It was a long time ago. He was too young to remember. He had been four years old, after all.

Remus couldn’t voice his memories, but he did remember that night. He remembered the fog being so thick it hid the moon. He remembered the splatter of blood on his copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard . His mum had been reading it to him that very night. He remembered the man. Remus would never forget him. The man, who Remus had come to know as Greyback, only spoke once. Those words lodged themselves in Remus’ body: “soulless, evil, deserving nothing but death, that’s what your da’ thinks of us”.

Most of all, Remus remembered the pain.

June 1971

There were no neighbours. Only unending stretches of land with one house and one shed. A garden shed like any other one except for the now failing silencing charms, and the protective wards surrounding it. No pot or plant would be found in this shed. His mum had once added a cot and blankets, but they always got destroyed. After four years, no amount of magic could fix them. The cot and the blankets had never been replaced.

Just like every other full moon, Remus found himself locked in the shed for the night. Through the rusted bars over the window, he saw large clouds moving towards him. A storm was coming. When he was younger, Remus had been scared of storms. He would hide under the bed, hoping that the rain wouldn’t find him. Things were different now. These days, the rain always found Remus. And so, Remus had come to like rainy days the best. Nobody heard the howling. Nobody heard his pain.

The pitter-patter of rain against the window soon became more intense. A wall of rain moved over the shed, and the raindrops battered the roof top. So much rain fell that the sound blurred into one long, whir.

Remus felt it creep in. The full moon arrived. He pushed back, trying to force the beast away, but it was pointless. It was always pointless. His bones went hot, his skin cracked, and every inch of him was ablaze. Remus screamed.

July 1971

He had waited. Spring had given way to summer, and Remus was still waiting. He was 11 years old and nothing had arrived. Maybe boys like him didn’t get invited, didn’t get letters.

There wasn’t much time left before it was too late for Hogwarts. Remus had never said it out loud, but that’s what he wanted. Even after he got bit, he still hoped for Hogwarts. School. Adventures. Friends. Remus wanted it all. He didn’t dare tell his parents. His parents had enough on their minds. Remus heard their unspoken words of unending worry and fear, love and concern.

Remus stretched out his arm to shield his eyes from the morning sun. The cold rush of pain started at his elbow and spread to the rest of his arm. It wasn’t the first time he had shattered a bone, but the numbness from the shock of the pain still wasn’t enough to blanket the pain. Cradling his arm to his chest, Remus wiggled his toes, hoping he hadn’t shattered any bones.

Remus’ dad always insisted that the wizarding world wasn’t any better than the Muggle one. Not that Remus recalled much, but they had, for a while, lived among magical folks. They had uprooted themselves from village to town, leaving the instant the rumours started. Witches and wizards noticed Remus’ monthly disappearances and his scars. By Remus’ sixth birthday, his condition became harder to hide from magical folks. And so they lived among Muggles.

Even among Muggles, Remus was different. If Remus didn’t go to Hogwarts, his difference would be all too real. But there was no hope for Hogwarts. Remus had already heard talks of homeschooling. It was better this way. Safer.

August 1971

Today, was one of those heaving stormy days, when the clouds laid on the very top of the shed, and the rain poured down, leaving the grass bent low under its weight. The water streamed through Remus’ hair, down his neck, soaking his clothes. Remus didn’t bother staying under his dad’s conjured umbrella as they made their way to the shed. His clothes were going to be ruined all the same.

The hinges had seen too much rain and opening the door took both of them to push shoulders into the weary wood. Remus locked the deadbolt behind him. On the other side of the door, his dad did the same. Spells had been used to reinforce the shed.

He never knew which bone would break first. His knee. His finger. His rib. Remus sat and waited for morning.

The morning air was heavy, and the humidity pressed down on Remus as he stepped outside of the shed. The spells lifted his mum must’ve unlocked the shed like she did every month. Remus didn’t like to be there longer than needed.

The steps between the shed and the backdoor of the house winded Remus. Remus walked in on his parents gathered around the kitchen table talking to a stranger. A wizard by his clothes. Remus didn’t think he’d ever seen so many clothes on one person -- all shades of purples, yellows and greens.

Nobody noticed him standing in the doorway. Judging by the tea set that his mom had taken out, this was an important conversation. Remus’ mom always said that important decisions should never be made without a good cup of tea. This conversation made no sense. Something about Whomping Willows and secret passages.

Remus ached all over, even with the pain potion his mum had left on the table by the backdoor. Remus was about to leave and settle in his bed for the day when he heard it. One word that would change his life: Hogwarts.

September 1971

It was a beautiful day. The sun shone, a light breeze announced the slow arrival of autumn. A perfect day for boarding the train to take Remus on the trip that he’d been wanting to go on forever. He boarded and made his way to an empty carriage. Remus heard the station master yelling, “All aboard!” before the trains slowly pulled from the station.

A dark haired boy tumbled onto the bench across from Remus before the last train whistle. Sprawled on the bench, the boy rummaged in his rucksack.

“There it is!” said the boy as he took a small package from his bag and offered it to Remus. “Here. Have a Chocolate Frog. Sirius, by the way. I’m Sirius.”

“I’m Remus. Remus Lupin.” Remus took the offered Chocolate Frog. “Chocolate is my favourite, you know.”

“If you love chocolate, you’ll love Honeydukes. Ever been? Well, they have loads of them.” Sirius shook his head in an attempt to move the hair falling in front of his eyes. “Chocolate Eggs, Chocoballs, Choco-Loco, Wizochoc, Shock-o-Choc…” Sirius kept going until he became tongue tied.

Of course, neither boy could predict it at the time, but this was the beginning of a lifelong friendship. They would be inseparable.

evening12 @ 2017-10-23T17:17:00

2017-10-23T21:17:26Z

I've participated in this fest in the past and I had a fun time. To those who write femmeslash, remember that femmeslash automatically counts as a rare pair ;D

JOIN rarepair_shorts for the winter exchange fest!

Sign up: Now to Oct 30

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evening12 @ 2017-08-16T17:17:00

2017-08-16T21:17:54Z

It's that time of the year again! Prompting is open at mini_fest!

evening12 @ 2017-07-16T13:41:00

2017-07-16T17:45:13Z

I just signed up! With a month still to go, there's still time to claim a prompt. Loads to choose from femmeslash, slash, gen!

hp_drizzle FEST TIMELINE
Submission deadline: August 15th
Posting: September 1st

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This entry was originally posted at https://evening12.dreamwidth.org/43401.htm. Please comment on LJ or there using OpenID.

Fanfic: The Perky Pixie Coffee Shop (Ginny Weasley/Pansy Parkinson, NC-17)

2017-07-12T21:34:11Z

I can claim my 2nd fest entry of 2017! For signed up for femmefest 's 2017 exchange and this in my story. It's my first of many things. It's my longest fic yet. It's my first time writing a story where the characters are older than their Hogwart's age. It's my first time actively participating in a fanfic trope, namely the coffee shop trope. :D

Title: The Perky Pixie Coffee Shop
Author: evening12
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s):Ginny Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Summary: After the war, Ginny runs into the last person she expected to see at her favourite coffee shop.
Warnings: smut (partially clothed sex, vaginal fingering)
Word Count: 3094 words
Author’s Notes: To our lovely mod, Crystal, all the thanks for hosting this amazing fest again. , icicle33 thank you for beta-ing this story and for always encouraging me to keep on writing. This is for anemonen who wanted coffee shops, getting together and hopeful endings. The original can be found here.

“Parkinson?” Ginny hadn’t seen her since Hogwarts, and Upper Flagley was the last place she expected to see anyone familiar. After all, the point of leaving was to not see anyone she knew.

“Yes, Weasley. Unless it’s Potter now.” Parkinson pointed to the blackboard hanging on the wall behind her. Levitating beside the blackboard were chalks and erasers, waiting to erase and replace sold out menu items. “So, what will it be?”

Three years ago, Ginny would have hexed Parkinson on the spot. Two years ago, she’d have left and sought her coffee elsewhere while holding her temper in check. Today, she decided to simply order her espresso macchiato.

The coffee shop had a dozen or so round wooden tables, each with teal painted wooden chairs. The Perky Pixie Coffee Shop, or Pixie as the locals called it, was nestled between a hat boutique and a second-hand Quidditch shop.

Ginny chose a table by the storefront window that looked onto an ice cream parlour. She enjoyed the hint of sweetness that the steamed milk brought to the taste of her coffee. The window’s reflection gave Ginny a good view of Parkinson as she stepped out from behind the counter. Growing up had given Parkinson all sorts of sharp edges and angles from her undercut bob to her highlighted cheekbones. Ginny saw glimpses of the girl who oversaw Hogwarts’ detentions in the woman in front of her. Mostly, Ginny saw a different person. The Parkinson she knew at Hogwarts wouldn’t have been serving coffee.

In different ways, the war had changed them all. They all had been broken and put back together. The war had changed her too. Ginny and Harry hadn’t fit in the same way. It had been hard and sad, but also a relief when Ginny and Harry decided they would no longer be a couple.

~♥~
After having sampled the watered down beverage that passed for coffee at The Giggling Goat and trying a beverage that was more sugar than coffee at the Beans 'n Cream Cafe, Ginny made up her mind. She wouldn’t suffer bad coffee because of Parkinson.

Three children jostled Ginny on their way out of Pixie. Followed shortly by two adults who ran out yelling an apology to Ginny for their children’s behaviour. The fresh aroma of grounded coffee beans wafted through as Ginny walked in. She made her way to the counter, nearly missing two levitating mugs, and once again came face to face with Parkinson.

“Wh…” Ginny used the elastic on her wrist to create a messy bun out of her ponytail. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“It’s called a job, Weasley. I’m sure one of your parents must’ve had one given the number of siblings you have,” Pansy said as she grabbed a lemon coloured mug. “Go and have a seat will you? I’ll bring your coffee over. Wouldn’t want that Weasley temper of yours to cause a scene.”

The morning rush had passed, leaving scattered mugs and plates on the tables. The table by the storefront window was clean and Ginny took it as her own. She looked at the window’s reflection as Parkinson worked. Parkinson’s pursed lips showed off her lilac lipstick as she poured the right amount of steamed milk directly into a single shot of espresso. Somehow, even with her coffee-stained black apron, Parkinson managed to make working in a coffee shop look stylish.

Parkinson came over with Ginny’s mug. “Here.” With a quick Tergeo, Parkinson wiped off the bit of coffee that had spilled onto the table. A simple tree was drawn in the foam. Parkinson pulled a chair and sat at Ginny’s table.

“It’s still Weasley by the way,” said Ginny before taking a sip of her coffee.

“No little Weasley-Potters to start up your own Quidditch team?” Parkinson asked.

“No. Just Weasley. No Quidditch. And just me.” As Ginny drank more of her coffee, the foam tree lost its shape until it was unrecognizable. “Again, what are you doing here?”

“Same as you, I suppose. Aren’t you here to get away? I needed to get away from the aftermath of the War. To get away from the stares and the whispers. Fuck. Everybody knew. Everybody knew what I did.” Parkinson looked around Pixie and once satisfied that no customer needed her, she leaned back against her chair. As she crossed her legs, her pink ballet flat dangled from her left foot.

“I got tired. Tired of being the girl who wanted to turn bloody Potter to The D...to You-Know-Who.” Parkinson ran her fingers through her hair, revealing a subtle star shaped pattern shaved under her hair. “How about you try being me, and I’ll be the girl who shagged bloody Potter? Sounds much easier if you ask me.”

The sound of small-talk filled the air along with the smell of vanilla. Ginny started to wish she was drinking something a bit stronger than coffee.

“As hard as it might be for you to believe, Parkinson, other people had high stakes in the War. Not only…” Ginny’s voice came down to a whisper, “children of Death Eaters.” Ginny clenched her fist as she let go of her mug. “Fred’s dead.”

“Oh. Fuck. I didn’t...I..fuck.” Parkinson grabbed Ginny’s empty mug and left with one last swear on her lips.

Ginny exhaled. Fred would have found this turn of events hilarious. Almost like one of their mum’s well-read romance books: Ginny being alone in Upper Flagley and stumbling on a gorgeous witch from her past. An infuriating witch, but a gorgeous one. Ginny wished she’d come out to Fred. He did always wonder if Harry wasn’t a bit bent. What with the way he always went on about Malfoy. And so, Ginny liked to think that Fred would have been fine with his little sister being bisexual.

Ginny screwed up her eyes against the glare. The sun dazzled off the road surface. She grabbed the Quidditch section of an old Daily Prophet to shield her eyes until they adjusted to the light.

Once again able to see, Ginny noticed the one other person in Pixie. With her bejeweled glasses, the girl a few tables over reminded Ginny of Rita Skeeter. The purple Quick-Quote Quill completed the image. Even after being away from Hogwarts for two years, Ginny saw reminders of her time at school everywhere. And with Parkinson, here, those reminders were even stronger.

“Skeeter all over again, that one there. Sometimes, she comes in with a pile of books that can only be carried by using a feather-light charm. Anyway, I figured your lot served tea when people were upset.” Parkinson gave a half smile while placing a coral coloured mug on Ginny’s table. “It’s just hard, you know?”

~♥~
The afternoon sun heated the chair by Pixie’s storefront window and it’s warmth comforted Ginny. She toyed with the corner of her invitation. The Holyhead Harpies wanted her to join their summer practices. Gwenog Jones, herself, wrote the invitation. This was a big deal. But Ginny wasn’t ready to decide. She wasn’t ready to go back. She didn’t want to go back to who she was.

Ginny’s Self-Inking Quill lay forgotten on the table beside her mug. She had answered, of course. More like stalled. But she had answered. No child of Molly Weasley would be rude enough not to answer.

On the day that rain hit Upper Flagley without warning, Ginny came to Pixie drenched and had sent an owl inquiring about the training schedule. Parkinson had given her a towel to dry off. The day that Parkinson had created a Snitch from the foam in Ginny’s espresso macchiato, she had asked about holidays, medical leave and family emergencies. And on the day Ginny started to daydream about Parkinson’s lilac painted lips, she had asked about the training stipend.

“Enough is enough,” said Parkinson as she made her way to Ginny. She levitated a steaming mug right in front of Ginny. “I’ve seen you toying with that letter for weeks now. I’m not much of a sport’s enthusiast, but even I know that symbol and those green and gold colours. Probably got asked to be Captain of the Holyhead Harpies or received some otherwise ridiculously lucky offer. You like Quidditch. So go and play Quidditch.”

“Of course, I love Quidditch. But I can’t just go back.” Ginny tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

“Why not? As far as I know there is no new evil wizard consuming your time. What’s stopping you?” Parkinson braced her hand against the back of Ginny’s chair, leaning much closer than Ginny felt comfortable with, her lips almost brushing Ginny’s ear. “I’ll only say this once, so you better listen.” You have all sorts of people who love and support you. Be you. Change who you are if that’s what you want. Fuck the people who are trying to tell you how to be you. Go back home and play Quidditch, Weasley.”

~♥~
The gurgling of the coffee brewing, the bubbling of the steamer warming the milk and the creaking of Pixie’s door welcomed Ginny as she made her way to her table. A group of older women chatted as they crocheted; hooks flew skillfully through the yarn as they talked.

Near the ceiling, behind the counter, different kinds of coffee beans were packed in big burlap bags. Ginny liked watching Parkinson work. When a customer asked for a rarely used coffee bean, Parkinson would make clever use of a Summoning and Levitating charm to get the burlap bag down from its shelving.

In-between wiping down tables and tending to new customers, Parkinson brought Ginny her espresso macchiato. This time a foam unicorn decorated Ginny’s coffee. Ginny breathed in the familiar aroma. Pixie had become such a part of Ginny’s routine that without a strong cleaning charm all her clothes smelled of crushed coffee beans and vanilla.

Parkinson somehow become part of Ginny’s life. When Ginny closed her eyes, images of Parkinson crept in. Her pink bra that sometimes peeked from under her blouse.
Parkinson licking her lips before leaning in for a kiss. Parkinson reaching down to touch Ginny’s cheek before pulling her closer.

Ginny couldn't keep spending her afternoons daydreaming about Parkinson. She needed to deal with it head on. Grab Parkinson by the collar of her shirt and kiss her. A horrible kiss would make everything go back to normal. Like that time she kissed Fay behind Hogwarts’ Quidditch stands. They both loved Quidditch but that sloppy kiss convinced Ginny that Fay wasn’t the one for her. She could do this. She was a Gryffindor, after all.

Ginny nursed her coffee until it was too bitter and cold to drink, and waited out the very last customer of the day.

“Time to go, Weasley.” Parkinson cleaned up all the tables except for the one by the storefront. The table Ginny still occupied. “Seriously, Weasley, we’re closed.”

“I know. But first I’m going to kiss you, Parkinson.” Ginny took Parkinson’s hand in her own and pulled Parkinson toward her. She pulled Parkinson until their lips locked. At first, the kiss was tentative, but it deepened as Ginny felt Parkinson’s tongue slide across her lips. Eagerly, she parted her lips in response. Ginny caressed the back of Parkinson’s hand with her thumb. The kiss broke as Parkinson placed her hand on Ginny’s cheek.

“Fuck.” Ginny’s gamble hadn’t paid off. Kissing Parkinson was like nothing else. The right amount of pressure and tongue. “I want to try that again. I want to try that again...Pansy.”

Pansy gave a half smile. “Why not?”

Ginny felt Pansy’s hand on the nape of her neck and let herself be guided into another kiss. As Pansy’s lips met hers, Ginny started to feel breathless. Pansy tasted like caramel from those sickly sweet mochaccinos with added caramel that Ginny knew Pansy drinks during her breaks. This was what a kiss was supposed to feel like. Ginny gripped Pansy’s hips, pulling her closer.

Pansy used her free hand to grab her wand and flip Pixie’s sign from open to close. Still kissing, Ginny and Pansy fumbled their way to the backroom. Tripping and regaining their balance while navigating the clutter of boxes, Ginny and Pansy’s hands roamed over each other’s bodies, squeezing and tugging at flesh and hair.

Her back against a stack of coffee bean bags, Ginny pulled away and took a few shallow breaths. Her heart raced against her rib cage. The first few buttons of her shirt undone, Pansy’s pink bra peeked out from her shirt.

“Is that all you’ve got, Weasley?” asked Pansy as she slipped her leg between Ginny’s, so that it pressed against her pussy.

Ginny rocked back and forth against Pansy’s leg while grabbing her wand, which was tucked into the back of her trousers. “Far from it.” Ginny placed soft open mouth kisses down Pansy’s neck, pointing her wand at Pansy’s bra. “Just you watch.” Her mouth against Pansy’s soft skin, Ginny whispered, “Evanesco.”

Hard nipples pushed against the fabric of Pansy’s shirt now that Ginny had vanished her bra. Ginny enjoyed watching Pansy’s nipples stiffen in the cool air of the coffee shop. Ginny’s kisses continued downward, licking and nibbling the exposed skin.

Encouraged by Pansy’s whimpers, Ginny undid a few buttons of Pansy’s shirt so that her breasts spilled out. Pansy had lovely breasts. Smaller than Ginny’s. A little more than a handful, and full at the bottom so her nipples pointed upward. Ginny squeezed Pansy’s nipples between the thumb and middle finger of each hand then ran her forefinger over the sensitive tips.

Ginny cupped Pansy’s breasts, enjoying the weight of them in her hand, the smoothness of her skin against her palms. The only sounds filling the coffee shop were moans and laboured breaths. Her hand on the small of Ginny’s back, Pansy caressed the exposed skin between Ginny’s shirt and trousers. Ginny had never seen anything more beautiful than Pansy, her cheeks flushed a nice pink, with her breasts on display.

After giving each nipple a hard pinch, Ginny bent down and soothed them with her tongue. Pansy pushed Ginny’s head to her breasts, her fingers getting caught in Ginny’s hair. Sucking and kissing on Pansy’s hardened nipples, Ginny felt the dampness on her knickers as she pressed down on Pansy’s leg.

Tugging Ginny’s hair, Pansy pulled Ginny back so that she was pinned against the wall. “Not bad, Weasley.” Pansy nibbled Ginny’s earlobe between words. “I’d wager your pussy is all wet now.” With one hand cupping and squeezing Ginny’s breast, Pansy pulled down Ginny’s trousers and knickers to her ankles.

Pansy ran her fingers through the neat strip of hair along Ginny’s pussy and gave a small tug. Ginny spread her legs open as Pansy traced and teased her outer lips. As she kissed Ginny’s neck, Pansy slipped two fingers inside her pussy.

Ginny closed her eyes and focused on Pansy’s fingers as they slipped in and out. She pushed down on Pansy’s fingers. When Pansy brushed against the rough spot against her inner wall, Ginny felt a tremble through her muscles as she gripped Pansy’s fingers. Pansy’s hold on Ginny’s hip tightened as her fingers slipped in and out into a rhythm. When Ginny swayed, Pansy simply pressed her back against the stack of coffee bags without skipping a beat.

“Yes,” Ginny gasped as Pansy’s rubbed her clit back and forth. The pleasure was enough to make her moan Pansy’s name. With Pansy’s fingers deep in her pussy, Ginny felt her muscles clench tightly and wetness trickle down. It felt hot and tingly starting at the bottom of her feet and creeping up her legs. It built up and up until Ginny’s vision became blurry. Arching her back and bucking her hips, Ginny pulled Pansy against her.

Ginny rested her head on Pansy’s shoulder as she caught her breath. Pansy kissed the top of her head and stepped away when Ginny’s breath returned to normal.

“Well, tonight isn’t going to be the quickest I’ve ever closed up Pixie.” Pansy buttoned her shirt while Ginny cleaned herself with a spell.

“Can I stay and help?” asked Ginny.

“Yeah, that would be okay with me.”

~♥~
Nobody noticed Ginny following Pansy to the back of the shop. The whirring sound of the coffee machine masked her footsteps.

“I did it,” said Ginny.

“And what did you do?” Parkinson asked, while folding the corner of her page and closing her book. She leaned back against a stack of coffee bean bags that were sure to fall down at any moment. “It better be worth interrupting me during my break.”

“I sent an owl two days ago. And I said yes. I said yes to the Holyhead Harpies. I wanted to tell you before I left. They want me there right away. My Portkey leaves tonight actually.” Ginny leaned beside Pansy against a stack of bagged arabica beans.

“Congrats. That’s...that’s great, Weasley.” Pansy toyed with a loose burlap bag thread. “You know, I don’t hate Quidditch.”

Ginny smiled. “What are you saying? You’ll come and see me practice?”

“I figure I should take some of my own advice and fuck the people who dislike me. So,why wouldn’t I watch you practice? Fit ladies riding brooms. Even better, a fit redhead riding her broom.”

The sound of chatter and laughter filtered to the back of the shop, swallowing Ginny’s “I should go”. Moving closer to Pansy so that her lips almost brushed against her ear, Ginny admired Pansy’s lips from the corner of her eyes. “I left something for you at my table. It’s not much, but it is for you.” Ginny’s hands slipped down to the curves of Pansy’s side to rest on her hips. “I’ll see you later, Pansy.” Ginny gave Pansy a quick kiss before leaving Pixie for the last time.

On the empty table facing the storefront window was a single pink coloured mug. A pink mug that didn’t belong to Pixie. A mug that Ginny had brought in because Pansy loved pink. With some practice and a lot of magic, Ginny managed to do it. In the mochaccino, Ginny left a foam pansy beside a small heart.

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Fanfic: Finding Sanctuary (Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood, PG-13)

2017-07-08T17:55:10Z

I can finally claim my story! I actively came back to fandom a few months ago and hprarefest /hp_rarefest</div> was still open for claiming...so I claimed my own prompt. If you haven't made your way to the fest yet, I highly suggested. Loads of wonderful fic and art. The masterlists are posted on both LJ and DW, and there's also a collection where most of us are starting to post our works.

Here is my fic! Feel free to read it on Ao3 if you prefer!

Title: Finding Sanctuary
Author/Artist: evening12
Pairing(s): Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood
Word Count: 1240
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s)/Content: mention of non-graphic torture, hurt/comfort
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: It’s the first fanfic I’ve written in close to 3 years, and I’m so grateful to the mod of this fest for running and keeping it alive. To icicle33 , thank you for reading this story and letting me know that it could stand on it’s own when I wasn’t sure it wasn’t any good. To digthewriter , thank you for beta-ing my story. It’s nice to know that there are still awesome people in our fandom that are helping others. The original posting can be found here.
Summary: That year Snape was Headmaster was the worse time to be at Hogwarts, but for Ginny it was also the best because she found Luna.

Another day spent with Madam Pomfrey. This time for a skin infection. Common things, they were these days. Salves were in low quantities, and infection settled quickly in the cuts. Most of Dumbledore’s Army already had scars on the back of their hands. But everybody knew that Blood Quills and Prefects were better than wands and the Carrows.

This wasn’t the first time Ginny landed in the hospital wing. She seemed to frequent it as much as Harry had while at Hogwarts. Somebody had to keep up the tradition.

Fred and George always told Ginny that scars and bruises were stories and adventures waiting to be told. But Fred and George weren’t here. And Ginny wasn’t sure she wanted to relive those stories. Or have any more of those sorts of adventures.

Classes. D.A. Detention. Classes. D.A. Detention. Classes. D.A. Detention. Hospital wing. It never stopped. It never stopped except for in the hospital wing. If any student needed an escape, Madam Pomfrey always found a reason to keep them in the hospital wing.

Away from the Carrows, the hospital wing had become a sort of sanctuary.

The fifth bed from Madam Pomfrey’s office belonged to Ginny. As much as a hospital bed could belong to someone. From there, she could see the window facing east, which oversaw the Quidditch pitch.

A few beds over, Neville practiced wand movements and Luna levitated copies of The Quibbler onto every side table. She made sure that Dumbledore’s Army was well stocked with Quibblers. And so, Luna had become a mainstay of the hospital wing too. And a mainstay in Ginny’s life. Quibbler in hand, she always had words to share with Ginny.

“We match,” said Luna as she showed Ginny the back of her bandaged hand.

Ginny hadn’t noticed when Luna settled on the edge of her bed.

“Mine says pure-blood. As a reminder, I suppose. But Memory Potions are much better to help people remember. Did you know that jobberknoll feathers are used in those potions?” asked Luna.

“No. no clue at all, Luna,” Ginny said as she made room for Luna on her hospital bed. Not that hospital beds were very accommodating.

“That’s okay, I suppose,” said Luna while making herself comfortable on the bed. Her legs brushed against Ginny’s.

With her hair falling from her messy bun all over her face, Luna looked like she’d just finished a broom race. Ginny noticed that Luna had pale freckles peppering the bridge of her nose. She wondered if Luna’s freckles darkened under the summer sun, like hers did. Ginny smiled at the thought, and blushed as she realized she missed Luna’s story.

“...harmed when their feathers are plucked.” Luna gave a small wave to Ginny. “Hogwarts to Ginny?”

“How about a smile for a smile?” Luna pushed a Chocolate Frog towards Ginny. “When I was little, my mum painted dirigible plums all over the walls of my bedroom. I’d go to sleep dreaming of reaching for the skies. One day, I’ll find some. Some real dirigible plums. Wouldn’t it be nice? Seeing the world? I want to see the world that my mum saw.”

“That would be something, indeed.” Ginny gave a small smile at the Dumbledore card she unravelled. “Bill took me up on his broom. We weren’t supposed to. Being the only girl, and all, Mum was a bit protective. I must’ve been four or five. We didn’t fly very high. And Bill was by my side the entire time, but I fell in love. I fell in love with flying that day.”

Small moments like these made Hogwarts bearable. Ginny could forget. Forget that Percy was estranged from the family. Forget that Ron and Harry were so far away. Forget that her whole family was at risk. She could forget it all with Luna. She’d focus on Luna’s smile. On Luna’s pursed lips as she did The Quibbler’s crosswords. She’d focus on how good it felt to be alive in that one moment.

When Madam Pomfrey did her rounds that night, Luna stayed still under the blankets, pretending to have left. In soft whispers, Ginny and Luna kept sharing of themselves. They kept sharing until they woke up in a tangle of limbs.

Ginny was tired. Tired of seeing the unused Quidditch pitch covered with leaves. Tired of a life that revolved around Dumbledore’s Army and detentions. If The Quibbler was to be believed, which Ginny did more often than not these days, You-Know-Who’s followers murdered Professor Burbage. What was the point of being at Hogwarts if she couldn’t protect anyone? If she couldn’t save anyone?

Ginny shielded the rays of sun coming through the hospital bed curtains with her copy of The Quibbler. Her hand ached something fierce. Detentions were starting to take its toll.

Luna sat on Ginny’s bed after she finished distributing the rest of the papers. Ginny let herself move a bit closer to Luna, curling in slightly so that their legs touched.

“How do you do it? How am I supposed to do to it, Luna?” Ginny asked.

Luna placed her hand on top of Ginny’s. “Worrying means you suffer twice¹. At least, that’s what a book told me once. And so, things will get better. Thing have to get better.”

With her free hand, Luna started to trace words on Ginny’s skin. Brave, kind, good, strong and so on went the words until Ginny only felt the soft brush of Luna’s fingers on her skin. Imaginary lines, loops and curls that soothed Ginny. With the curtains drawn, it was safe here. Like a little cocoon. A little island. A sanctuary.

They talked about nothing and everything. Ginny learned of Luna’s quiet strength and unwavering hope. Luna always had a smile to share even when she was in pain. Ginny cherished those smiles.

Being with Luna was nice. Better than nice even. It felt like flying. It was calming and exhilarating all at once. Ginny could get used to this feeling. She could easily get used to always being in Luna’s life. Scattered-brain Luna, who misplaced everything but knew where to find the important things.

As autumn leaves gave way to the first dusting of snow, the hospital wing expended. Ten new hospital beds were added. It’s in one of these new beds that Ginny saw Luna. News of Luna’s injuries hit Ginny without giving her a chance to breath. She’d heard the whispers during transfiguration class and left. Two steps by two steps, Ginny got up to the hospital wing.

Creeping under Luna’s hospital gown, Ginny saw the making of an ugly, purple bruise.

“The Carrows,” said Luna as if answering Ginny’s unspoken question. “It seems they didn’t like Daddy’s latest article. What’s not to like?” She shrugged. Folded on Luna’s lap, part of The Quibbler’s title was visible: “SAVED BY UNDERGROUND BROADCAST”.

The bruises that began as a purple stain above Luna’s eyebrow had sunk into the socket, giving the appearance of a black eye. Ginny kissed her index finger and with it gingerly caressed the cut under Luna’s eye.

“Maybe...maybe when this is all over we could go someplace? Someplace, together?” Ginny asked as she sat beside Luna, a hopeful smile on her face.

Luna leaned against Ginny. “Hospital wings don’t make the best dates after all.”

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1. Rowling, J.K. (2016). Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them: The Original Screenplay. New York: Arthur A. Levine Books

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evening12 @ 2017-07-02T16:32:00

2017-07-02T20:32:45Z

One of my fave fest is prompting right now! Would love to see more femmeslash prompts out there to have a chance at more femmeslash material created! I'm sure there are loads of female magical creatures out there! Just left one about Pirate!Ginny and Mermaid!Luna :D

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