LunaxHermione
The thing about having a brain worthy of the title “brightest witch of her age” is that sometimes an idea would turn in her head for hours without permission. It could be a sentence, a phrase, an image, or an equation. It could be anything from brownies to magical creature laws or why the letter Œ was a thing. Whether she liked it or not, that thing would become an obsession, occupying her every waking moment until she could find some way to purge it. Her sleeping moments as well. Intense, inventive dreams that would make Nikola Tesla drool with envy.
Just last week she was obsessing over the interaction between magic and electrons, wondering if perhaps spells traveled along a current, if they could be affected by lightning or - ooh Nikola Tesla. Perhaps there was something there.
She shook her head and raced to grab her notebook from it’s place on her bookshelf. One would think she’d hide it but…she couldn’t bring herself to. She’d considered publishing it, letting whatever researcher or mad scientist make sense of her thoughts and turn them into an actual product. But then there were days like today that reminded her she would have to edit heavily the book.
It really shouldn’t have been this way. It made her feel like a jock who suddenly turns to his best girl friend and says ‘hey, wanna fuck?’ It wasn’t like that in the beginning. She liked Luna’s company. The girl had a way of reminding Hermione that the world could be seen from a million point of views and all of them equally true and false as the other. Luna once said ‘The only sense of security is a false one.’ And that had sent her ranting and raving like a popped balloon until she realized Luna was right. She grounded Hermione by floating just beyond reach.
If anyone asked, she’d never be able to say why, but one day, looking at Luna looking at her, a question made itself known.
What does Luna look like when she cums?
And of course that came with three other questions that each branched off into at least 2 subsequent questions each. And those questions had their own hypothesis that demanded to be tested. She wanted to tie Luna down and meticulously play with her body until that look in her eye changed.
Was Luna a screamer? Would she mention creatures during sex? What did it take to ground her? Was Luna a submissive or a dominant? Oh what would it be like to be the center of her attention? Was it even possible? What if she were in pain?
Hermione slammed the book closed. She hadn’t noticed her heart rate rising with every question, every stroke of her pen against the paper.
She did however notice her friend walk in the room. She watched her, feeling like a hawk. She was too close. She couldn’t stop herself.
“Luna?”
Oh fuck was she going to do it?
“Yes, Hermione? Oh!” the blonde said. “Your aura, Hermione. It’s usually tan, or golden but…hm you seem more orange today. Your sacral chakra is more active than usual. Have you met someone?”
She was doing it again. She was looking at Hermione, somehow seeing her, but not on the physical plane.
How could she ground Luna? Did she like to be bitten? Perhaps she liked to have her personal space invaded? Maybe instead of asking Hermione should stalk over to her and demand what she wanted. Too far, she was going too far.
“No I haven’t.” She said slowly. “But I’m sure that always happens when a beautiful woman walks in the room.”
Shit.
Hermione has a second problem:
What she wants, she gets. Usually by either outsmarting someone or flirting incessantly, uncontrollably even.
“Perhaps it’s just the first time you’ve noticed your effect on me?” she said it innocently. As though she was genuinely confused that Luna hadn’t noticed before now that Hermione wants to jump her bones. Was it gas lighting? Maybe. Did she have a plan to tell the truth? Definitely.
Especially since Luna stopped in her approach and seemed to look at Hermione for the first time. She tried to hide her hunger.
“No.” Luna said softly, confused. “I would have noticed. This is…a rather intense change.
Hermione stood, book in hand, “Then perhaps this is the first time I’ve noticed.” She had nothing else in her repertoire. A few smooth lines, enough to test the waters was all she was capable of.
“By the way, why are you here?”
Luna literally shook her head to clear it and in an incredibly human and un-Luna-like display, stumbled over her words.
“Oh, um I -no you, you er invited me over. You wanted me to do commentary on the quidditch match, remember?”
Suddenly it was like the world expanded beyond their little bubble. And it was loud.
“Feorge, if I find another one of your bloody traps in my kitchen, I’ll bash the two of you together so hard you’ll actually be one person!”
The aforementioned kitchen was just next to them and the smells emanating from the food on the stove…how could she have been so lost as to ignore that?
She glanced up at the clocks on the wall noting the majority of them were still traveling. She and Luna were the only ones in the living room but that would likely change.
“Oh yeah! I’m glad you’re here. Maybe you can convince them to leave me out of this week’s game. Come on, let’s go for a walk while you tell me the latest in your office.” She leaned heavily into their usual routine, shaking away her desire. It seemed to work. She imagined her aura went back to normal since Luna looked reassured and nodded her consent.
There were a few moments when the girl’s back was turned that Hermione wanted to touch her. She imagined she would feel the energy between them shift into something heavy, thick and purely physical. She wanted to be intoxicating to the airhead, wanted need to be her primary emotion.
“Would you like to go out on a date with me, Luna?” Hermione blurted out. She was tempted to back track but it was too late.
Luna stopped and turned towards her.
“What?” she asked, dumbly.