sugar on my lips
Ginny’s always had expectations. To be the perfect daughter, the most feminine of girls, to have a nice boyfriend, to get the grades and have aspirations that aren’t too lofty.
So upon graduating from Hogwarts, she and Luna run away to America, together. They buy a house and find jobs and settle down in South Carolina on a lovely little beach. They adopt some pets and make new friends (still keeping in contact with old ones).
Now. Ginny has the chance to ask herself what she wants. And when the answer comes back Luna, all the girl has to say is: “Finally.”
hiiii can i request interlocking pinkies w/ ginny ? maybe like in the morning in the burrow or in the halls or anything you feel fits! take your time and rest <3 i hope you have a good day !
ginny weasley x gender neutral!reader
summary: interlocking pinkies with ginny.
word count: 0.9k
warnings: undertones of homophobia, mentions of over exhaustion, bad writing bro
the brimming corridors were exceedingly clamorous between classes from the amount of testosterone that lingered in the voices of the loud ravenclaw males after perpetually drowning on about their soon to come win upon the younger hufflepuff’s in a further quidditch match later that week.
which in your opinion would be the uttermost waste of time considering cedric diggory had graduated and hufflepuff new seeker was in desperate need of training.
an irritating mess of overlapping word colliding with others, and the students of hogwart’s over crowding the corridors making it tremendously difficult to walk through.
there was a tremendous chirping of voices strumming through your ears as your legs strode you closer, and closer to your classroom, awaiting the last period of the day before you could lie in your bed and procrastinate your work.
you desperately yearned for the melding scent of cinnamon and warm vanilla gliding through your nostrils to the respire in your lungs from the youngest redheads presence. the adamant gryffindor quidditch chaser, youngest of seven, your girlfriend.
this was not without struggle from you peers, that happened to be surprisingly anticipated.
the stygian classroom was the only thing in your viewpoint alongside the pungent scents that were replaced in the pink muscles of your lungs when you placed your textbook at your assigned seat in professor snape’s classroom, and patiently awaited for his presence to dreadfully learn about everlasting elixirs.
it was like a broken radio decided to play a continuous loop of the most monotone, infuriating voice in the uttermost ceaseless resumption it could muster while he droned about porcupine quills, and how you would be sentenced for a weeks detention if used incorrectly.
your hands feebly twirled the rowan wood of your wand against your agile fingers as you impatiently tapped your food against the pallid tiles of the floor for the clock to strike ‘3:15,’ at last.
at the sign of his dismissal you promptly gathered your parchments along with your two textbooks, your hair adamantly rustling against your neck from your brisk pace. your feet taking leadership over your conscious mind and speedily taking you towards care of magical creatures where ginny had remained. your dominant arm was curled against your books that were persistently clutched to your chest, whilst the other arm hanging loose against your side as your bag was hung against your side.
you were trudging in the corridors covering the hues of ivory and gold, the small delicacies distracting your mind until a small finger was looped around your pinkie finger, precipitously making you pause your steps in the middle of the corridor.
“a little fast your going there, werent going to wait for me, love?” ginny inquired, chuckling at your bewildered face before you could muster up a laugh in her direction at your befuddled mind.
“sorry— sorry. snape was being, well, annoying, per usual. i was coming to look for you actually.” you spoke with a tinge of exhaustion in your voice as you shuffled your books that were clutched in your arm, lulling your head back for a moment to groan before looking at the redhead.
she sighed with a small grin grazing her soft lips, clutching her pinkie against your own a bit more whilst shuffling you closer to her side. “we can go to my dorm, if you’d prefer? i know the other girls are leaving for most of the night.” she question delicately at your fatigued state, creasing her brow in further questioning as she awaited your response.
“yes, please.” you concluded your brief sentence with a faux pout, the girl showing off her pearly capped teeth in a grin at your desperation whilst she pulled you along side her throughout the corridors jus from the clutch of your pinkies intertwined.
it felt as like you were floating around in the clouds of heaven, with the uttermost fragile and opaque aura there was to be, a defining adoration that followed you both around. similar to a parade, like you had been so unconditionally filled to the brim with luck like a leprechaun swirled around your luck himself that it required a celebration.
the warmth of her freckled flesh absentmindedly bleeding into your own skin, the creasing in her skin against your own was enough to ignite your flesh like she was your own personal furnace filling your veins coarsely with unfathomed bliss.
you glimpsed to your left in hopes of sneaking even just a small glance at the redhead, her vermillion tresses cascading down her face like angelic waterfall. the familiar coating of azure swirling in her irises already beaming at you like she had won the noble prize for the first time, an unsubtle beam twinkling in her eyes as she peered at your worn figure.
“you’re beautiful, y’know.” you uttered timidly, a smile dancing along the apex of your lips as craned your neck forward rather than looking at her smirk, your legs bringing you directly to the portrait hole that was descended it shades of amber and scarlet red-- the familiar hues that were clutched around her neck in pride.
“sap.” she commented, snickering at you while you sauntered through the entrance. your face producing in a fake scowl in her direction before the pad of her forefinger swiftly smeared itself against your nose in affection.
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