Sun
Ginny snored like the whistling of the kettle, and Cho thought it was the most adorable thing in the world.
As was habit these days, Cho was once more invited to the celebration party of a Harpy win, and she found herself orbiting around Ginny Weasley. There was a shiny bruise around her eye from a spectacular bludger hit earlier, and Cho was merely biding her time until she could pounce. Idly, she tested out metaphors for this circling. Would it be better if Ginny was the sun and she, a far-flung planet destined to revolve around her but never touch lest she be consumed? Or was she a predator circling around an unassuming prey, waiting for her chance to possess her fully.
A certain ghostliness always settled over Cho this time of the year. The season-end celebrations harkened back to another supposedly joyous night so long ago. The press of people, the loud sounds - they never failed to make her body vibrate, her skin too tight over her bones. Still, it was preferable to the silence of her empty flat. It was always one too many nights of her feeling as if she would disappear entirely - disappear as he had. She cracked her knuckles one by one, paying close attention to the snap, pretending it was the loosening of her bones.
When there were more knuckles to crack, she watched Ginny instead, swaying about in the middle of the dancefloor, a group of people circling her as if entranced. She was not the only person caught in her orbit. The sun, Cho decided, as Ginny’s hair crackled like fire under the bright lights. On a night like this, Cho barely rooted in her body, there was no way she could possess anybody - let alone Ginny Weasley.
Their eyes met, and Ginny beckoned her forward with dancing eyes and a mad grin. Resigned to her fate, she finished her shot and made her way through the crowd, allowing herself to be pulled deeper into Ginny’s orbit.
“Hey there,” Ginny yelled as she grabs Cho and twirls her around to the music. Cho let her, basking in the warmth of her personal sun.
“I want to look at your eye,” she yelled back instead, still dancing to the rhythm. “We just got this lovely new recipe for bruise paste. You won’t smell like lettuce anymore.”
“That’s what you said last time, and I smelled like celery instead,” she retorted. Cho noted the wince as she dipped her. Brown eyes tightened in pain, and this close, she could feel the tightness of her back and the little spasms of her shoulder.
She’d need more than bruise paste then. “You would smell delectable, I promise.”
“You said that last time,” Ginny whispered, a small laugh tickling Cho’s ear. She could not stop the shiver running up her spine. The music turned soft, and Ginny hands moved to her hips. They rotated ever so slowly, and Cho could not help but wonder at how much more beautiful Ginny was under softer lights.
The sun whom she orbited around.
“Are you here to take me home?” she said coyly. “I know you’ve been watching me all night.”
“Bruise paste,” Cho negotiated. “And a massage.”
Ginny’s mask finally faltered, and for the moment, it was as if the whole room dimmed. The world grew louder, and Cho had to stomp down the urge to let her go and crack her knuckles. “Is he back to being your Auror?”
“No.”
“But?”
She tried shrug only to wince. “But...”She still loved him. He haunted her.
Cho understood.
She pressed a gentle kiss on Ginny’s lips. “I’ll take you home then.”
It took a long time for them to fall asleep. They were hungry for each other, fucked until they were boneless and could no longer feel their legs. Ginny fell asleep on Cho after a last kiss, and for all that the weight made it difficult for her to breathe, it was preferable to drifting off alone, afraid (hoping) that she would wake up a ghost.
Ginny consumed her as was the right of the sun.