Predictable

I looked across the Great Hall, past the Hufflepuff table, to where my lover sat stirring her porridge. She looked like she hadn't fully woken up yet, stirring repeatedly as if her diligence would remove the non-existant lumps. Her tousled hair draped her cheeks as she stared down into her bowl. Stir. Stir. Stir.

I pretended to listen to the conversation around me, nodding at the appropriate times, occasionally sampling my toast, as I surreptitiously watched her continue rotating her spoon, again and again. A few more turns would do it.

Three, two, one. Luna lifted her head with a delicate yawn. I couldn't help but chuckle, so predictable she'd become. She'd probably stayed up half the night staring out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive winter fairies that she insisted came out from the forest for three weeks in February. I told her they didn't exist the first time she did that. She merely smiled and said she knew I'd say that.

Her head turned towards me, and her yawn became a smile. I never tire of her smile, it's slightly lopsided and more than a little goofy, but the fullness of her lips reminds me of how her tongue tastes when we kiss and of the heat in her mouth when she gently suckles me. Or not too gently sometimes.

Her smile shifts from goofy to sly as she raises the spoon to her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine. She slowly takes the spoon in, and holds it a moment, her eyes dancing. When she slowly removes the spoon, it is clean, even though I didn't see her tongue moving inside her mouth. Luna can do wonderful things with her tongue.

I realize I'm holding my breath as she gently rests the spoon on top of the bowl and stands up. Her expression doesn't change as she turns away from me to walk toward the door.

I quickly finish my toast and, after making a trite excuse about having forgotten my arithmancy textbook, I too leave the hall. I make it to the door just in time to see the broom closet door shutting softly. I follow her there. I'd follow her anywhere.

"You know, breakfast is the most important meal of the day," she teases as her arms surround me, pulling me close. "You really shouldn't skip it."

"Mmmhmm," I mumble, leaning in to suck her lower lip into my mouth. She moans and responds by capturing my upper lip, running her tongue across it gently. Our mouths open and our tongues mingle and we forget all about food. Her fingers tangle in my hair as my own hands gently tease her thighs apart so I can stand closer. I press against her, breast to breast, hips to hips as we share the slow, sensual kisses that make me forget about everything else. Soon our clothes are pooled by our feet and we are closer still, licking, rubbing, stroking, until she cries out her release through the teeth biting into the side of my neck. The sound leads me over the edge and I join her, straining to be even closer still as I come. We are quiet for a time.

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Luna?"

"I think you'd better go."

"Go? Go where?" I am confused.

"Potions class. You don't want to be late or Professor Snape to give you detention. Then you'll be too tired to watch for the winter fairies with me tonight."

I ponder this a moment. Normally, the thought of missing class and facing detention would spur me into action, but it is hard to get too worked up with Luna's hands still stroking my back. So I lay still a moment more. But then I think toward the evening, and how nice it will be to sit quietly with Luna under the premise of seeking fairies, and I pull away. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Even though they don't exist."

I gather my clothes and quickly dress.  As the closet door shuts behind me I hear her say, "I knew you'd say that."

FINIS

Author’s Notes: This was a 'thank  you' ficlet for Scarah for making me a lovely femmeslash icon for my livejournal.