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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Luna_Lovegood/Ginny_Weasley
  Character:
      Luna_Lovegood, Ginny_Weasley
  Additional Tags:
      Locker_Room, Oral_Sex, Explicit_Sexual_Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-27 Words: 1678
****** The Pitch ******
by tollie
Summary
     Luna watches Ginny at Quidditch practice and ends up accompanying her
     to the locker room.
Notes
     I wrote this a few years ago, so it doesn't reflect my current skill
     level -- it might actually be better, who knows? I was more practiced
     then -- anyway, just making a note that it's actually pretty old.
Luna bit her lip, twirling her hair unconsciously. She was watching
Gryffindor's Quidditch team at practice, or rather, watching Ginny soar around
the Quidditch pitch, handling her broom with astonishing agility and skill. The
youngest Weasley did a flip in mid-air, catching the Quaffle in one hand.
Luna's jaw dropped at this, as did the Quibbler in her lap, which had gone
unnoticed for almost a record amount of time. Luna dove to catch it before it
slipped below the bleachers. When she looked up, however, the object of her
attention was no longer flying across the pitch. Luna looked around, but Ginny
was nowhere to be seen. 

Thinking she must have landed to visit the locker room, Luna climbed down the
steps of the huge stadium, heading in the direction she knew the girls lockers
to be, if only because she had come here to watch her friends at practice so
increasingly often in past weeks. 

As she rounded a corner at the bottom of the steps, she almost collided head-
first with Ginny Weasley herself, who, it seemed, had not been headed to the
locker room at all. 

"Oh, hello," said Luna, a little breathlessly. "I was just watching you
practice. You're very good at flying, you know. But what are you doing down
here?" 

Ginny smirked a little, and Luna thought she detected a hint of mischief in the
redhead's eyes. "I was just about to ask you the same question. You know,
Ravenclaws aren't supposed to watch Gryffindor practices." 

"Oh, of course," Luna said, a little stricken. Had Ginny come down here to tell
her to leave? "I suppose I should go." She began to walk past the other girl,
her head down, when Ginny caught her by the arm. 

"But I think," said Ginny, turning and catching Luna by the chin, "we can make
an exception. Since we're such good friends." 

Luna's heart was thumping in her chest now. For one wild second she thought
Ginny would lean in to kiss her, and her eyes flew to the other girl's lips,
pillowy and crimson in the dim light under the bleachers. But the mooment
passed, as Ginny began walking, motioning for Luna to follow her. 

"How often do you come down here?" asked Ginny, hoisting her broomstick over
her shoulder. 

"Oh, just the last few weeks. I find it relaxing -- the fresh air, and watching
my friends zipping through it," she looked up at Ginny, who smiled, and this
time her smile was full of sincerity. Luna felt her heartbeat accellerate
again. 

"Have you ever thought of trying out for the Ravenclaw team? I bet you could be
good, too," said Ginny kindly, but Luna shook her head. 

"I'm not a fan of broomstick flying. The straws can become infested with
Ruddyglums." Ginny didn't ask her what Ruddyglums were; Luna assumed she knew
about them already. 

They stopped just outside the girls' locker room. Only then did Luna think to
ask, "Where are we going?" 

"I'm just going to change really fast," Ginny replied. "I'm done with practice
today -- they don't need me anymore." She laughed, waving in the direction of
the other players on the field. "You don't mind, do you?" she looked at Luna,
who noted something strange in her expression. 

"No," said Luna, a little confused. But as she watched Ginny walk through the
door, she noticed the other girl wink, and it hit her. She waited, for exactly
the amount of time she figured it would take Ginny to get out of her Quidditch
robes, looked around to make sure no one could see her, and followed. 

Ginny was inside, and had indeed removed her sporting attire. Her back was
turned to the door, but at the sound of Luna's footsteps, she spun around. She
had taken down her long, red hair. It flowed slightly past her breasts, which
were concealed by a lacy black undergarment. "I thought you might come in," she
said, smiling, and without wasting another moment, she grabbed hold of Luna's
Ravenclaw scarf, pulling her gently forward, and kissed Luna's slightly-open
mouth.

Luna felt as if she had plunged into a warmer, brighter universe. Each second
felt like forever, lingering after it had gone. She bit down on Ginny's bottom
lip, pulling away slightly just to take it all in. Ginny took this as an
invitation to pull off Luna's long school robes. Luna obliged, taking off her
scarf. However, she could not resist the Weasley girl's warm mouth for too
long, and dove back into the embrace, breathing heavily through flared
nostrils. Luckily, Ginny was a multitasker -- she proceeded to unbutton Luna's
shirt, never breaking contact between them. 

Luna's skirt was halfway off when Ginny broke their kiss once more. She reached
behind her back to undo her lacy bra, and with her other hand, motioned for
Luna to follow her as she walked toward the showers. Luna did not question,
just followed blindly, hungry for more. Leaving a trail of undergarments in
their wake, the two girls entered the shower room. Ginny turned the spiget,
which let out a stream of warm water. Stepping beneath it, Ginny ran her hands
over her pert nipples and narrow hips, closing her eyes. Luna took in the
sight, feeling her heart beating, wetting her lips, squeezing her legs closed
around her already-wet and pouty cunt -- it was all too much. 

Ginny turned around and beckoned for Luna to join her. Her legs seemed to walk
of their own accord, and once she was close enough to the red-haired girl, Luna
caught one of those bare nipples in her mouth, sucking off drops of the water
that ran hotly over them both. Ginny's breath caught and she let out a little
hiss. This reminded Luna of the exquisiteness of Ginny's mouth, and she
straightened to kiss the other girl once more. 

Ginny kissed her once, twice, and then pulled back, shaking her head and
separatng their wet mouths with her finger. "No," she said, that hint of
mischief back in her eyes, sparkling. 

Luna, desperately: "No?" 

"No," said Ginny, shaking her head once more. She ran her hands over Luna's
dripping hair, kissing her for a third time, before kneeling on the wet
bathroom tile. 

Luna gasped, feeling Ginny's hot tongue plunge between her labia, swirling
around her clit. A girl of many talents, Luna thought, but it was the last
coherent thought she had. Ginny's tongue was now probing her wet opening, round
and round, in and out. Luna let out a low groan, which only seemed to egg the
redhead on. She began licking Luna's slit from bottom to top and top to bottom
with excruciatingly slow deliberation. 

"Ginny," said Luna, her voice shaking with ecstasy, "suck on my clit, please!"
She knew that if she felt the other girl's hot lips on her swollen nub, she
would come... 

"Hmm," Ginny said with Luna's labia stll between her lips, and the blonde girl
moaned. She let them slip out of her mouth with a loud SMACK. "I don't think I
will." She continued licking Luna everywhere but her engorged clitoris, which
at this point was clearly visible, like a tiny pink pearl peeking from between
Luna's thighs. Luna let out a cry that was part pleasure and part frustration. 

"Please, Ginny! Oh," she clutched the walls of the small shower stall, widening
her stance to give Ginny more room even as her wishes were ignored. 

"Beg me to," said Ginny, lapping at Luna's pinkness, teasing her. 

"Ginny, please!" she cried again, clutching at Ginny's hair. The girl's blue
eyes met Luna's, and they were alight with pleasure at this little game. 

"Please, what?" she asked, sitting back on her knees and looking Luna full in
the face. 

"Please, lick my c-clit," said Luna, the words stumbling on the way out of her
mouth as she said them straight to the beautiful girl's face. "I'll do
anything," she added, a little desperately. 

"I may hold you to that," said Ginny, but she leaned forward again, giving Luna
a teasing little kiss to her thigh, and sucked the little pearl into her
mouth. 

"Ha-ah," Luna gasped, twirling Ginny's hair between her fingers. She leaned
forward, convulsing a little, feeling the other girl's mouth around her most
sensitive of organs. She squealed a little as Ginny's tongue swirled around the
spot. 

Then all at once it happened -- Luna felt a spurt of liquid run down her leg
and she nearly collapsed, panting. Ginny had to hold her up by the shoulders
for support. 

"Are you all right?" the Chaser asked. Luna shuddered as Ginny's breath tickled
the inside of her ear. 

"I've never been better," said Luna, opening her eyes so they resumed their
usual appearance, that of resembling two tiny saucers. 

The two shared one more deep kiss, before Ginny turned off the shower and began
to gather her undergarments. Luna made a small, confused noise and Ginny looked
around, smiling. "Don't worry," she said, tossing Luna her bra. "You can make
it up to me later." 

Luna silently pulled her skirt back on, unable to form words in her state of
afterglow. Ginny, dressed in normal attire now, told Luna, "You'd better leave
through the outside entrance. The team will be coming in to change soon." Luna
nodded, and, once fully dressed, made past the Gryffindor girl. Before she
could utter an awkward goodbye, however, Ginny pulled her scarf once more, a
little more roughly this time, and kissed her lips softly. Luna relished this
last taste of Ginny, of sweetness and gingerbread, and the other girl whispered
against her lips, "Next time, don't forget. You told me you'd do anything."
Then she let go of Luna's scarf, waving goodbye, and opened her locker to hang
up her Quidditch robes. 

Luna shut the door to the locker room behind her, biting back the goofy smile
that rose to her lips. Ruddyglums might keep her from Quidditch, she thought,
but they could never keep her from Quidditch girls.
 
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