The Way She Moves

Author’s Note:
First fanfiction, not yet completed. Please leave constructive criticism.
Flames are stupid. This story is a
result of the Cookie
Jar, a wonderful site for requesting and writing fanfiction, and was
requested by (LJ)anyro.

Request: Luna /
Ginny / Hermione - love triangle or threesome; femmeslash.

Warnings:
femmeslash, threesome, work in progress

Disclaimer: I am
not the creative genius JKR or any of the people distributing her wonderful
Potter goodness. I am merely a college student using her characters as puppets.

Her clothes.

Gods, that tight leather miniskirt and knee-high stiletto boots of the same
material make me want to spread her out on that desk she\'s standing in front of
so I can have my merry way with her.

On anyone else, that much leather would be overkill, but on her..

She pairs it with soft cashmere and light make-up. Her curly hair, once quite
bushy, is now tame, the soft, delicate tendrils just begging to be pushed out
of her face.

I\'m so glad to be a girl.

My girlfriend squeezes my hand underneath the desk we share, and I know by the
look on her face that her thoughts are quite similar to mine. We sit in the
front, and the woman, our newest Muggle Studies professor, tends to stand right
in front of us as she lectures.

That skirt... She moves and the skirt rides up a little, every stride up
and down the aisles showing off a firm butt and nice legs. Sometimes I can
barely believe I\'ve shared a room with the vixen now teaching us about life as
a muggle. Indeed, we spent many summers at Order Headquarters sharing a room
and talking about life.

For years I wondered why she never dated Ron. It came clear over the summer,
when Harry was badgering her about dating Ron for the seventh or eighth time. \'I\'m
gay.\' Those two words were music to my ears.

We communicate silently, Luna and me. It\'s a result of comfort, and lang=EN-GB style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'>practise, and time. The
question is asked by the raising of an eyebrow and confirmed with a quick
squeeze of the hand. We will make our move after class.