#luvender

Another secret was that her first kiss had been with Dean Thomas during her third year after their first trip to Hogsmeade. They had been the last to leave The Three Broomsticks. Both of them a bit dizzy from butterbeer after butterbeer, along with laughter and a natural high from the new experience, he had swooped in for the kiss just outside the pub. He blushed furiously and Lavender simply stood in shock, bringing her hand to her mouth to brush her fingers over her lips, as if unsure it had actually happened. After they walked to the castle, he had kissed her again, a bit more passionately. For some reason, neither of them brought it up again. She hadn’t told anyone, and neither had he. She knew because in fourth year, she saw him look at Seamus in shock and anger after he asked her to the Yule Ball and she had accepted.

Many of her secrets were during her sixth year. One of them was that her crush on Ron started when she had thought he was Percy in Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Of course, it eventually developed because of just Ron, not his resemblance to his older brother, but she often had a giggle over her eleven-year-old self. Another secret was that although she had told Parvati that she had lost her virginity to Ron, she had not. They had only ever snogged, and once she had gotten awfully close to giving him a handjob, but something always stopped them. She just couldn’t stand Parvati’s constant questions about when she would finally do it.

However, it was also during that particular year when she happened to create her biggest secret yet. It was during that year she began to have feelings for a woman. Not just any woman either – the strangest girl Lavender had ever met, a girl that she had made fun of countless times: Luna Lovegood.

It began when Harry asked Luna to the Slughorn’s Christmas Party. Lavender had had a good laugh about it with Parvati, doing ridiculous impressions of the peculiar girl. Parvati had mumbled out between giggles, “What on earth does he see in her?” Lavender had shaken her head with laughter, unable to answer right away, but she found herself thinking about it long after Parvati had asked. What did he see in Luna? Of course, she hadn’t known that Harry only saw her as a friend, not as anything particularly romantic, but she nonetheless began to ponder Luna in bed that night, so caught up in her thoughts that she forgot to even change into a dressing gown before simply falling onto her mattress and closing the curtains.

She thought of how Luna was so unassuming of the world. I suppose Harry would like someone like that. She would never judge him as anything but himself, not who the world thinks he is. She thought of Luna’s ability to find beauty in anything she came across. She learned how to produce a Patronus so quickly in DA. I wonder how she manages to find happiness so easily. She thought of her brilliant imagination and quirky ideas. She thought of how brave she was, especially since she had gone with Harry and the others to the Ministry the year before.

Eventually, her thoughts went elsewhere. Lavender thought of Luna’s long, wavy, white-blonde hair that cascaded down her back to her bum. That led her to consider the nice shape of the appendage, along with the slim curves of Luna’s pale legs that were complemented nicely by the school-issued skirts. Lavender shifted on her bed, silently scolding herself for the thoughts that were now running through her mind, thoughts of her hands running up Luna’s creamy white thigh—

Stop it! Now she was thinking of the twinkle in Luna’s eyes and the curve of her lovely pink lips when she smiled. I wonder what those lips can do--. Lavender pressed her legs tightly together, as if the action would stop the sensation in her crotch. She thought of the way Luna’s breasts—probably at least C-cups—hung beneath her blouse and vest, as though her bra did not support them well, or perhaps because she didn’t wear one at all—

Lavender had to stop a moan from escaping her as she sensed the growing wetness between her legs. This is ridiculous! Luna is a GIRL. But she finally had to admit another secret to herself: this was not the first time a woman had turned her on. Before she’d ever even thought of masturbation or sex, Fleur Delacour, dripping wet from a swim in the lake during Lavender’s fourth year, had aroused her. It had been a brief feeling, but she’d definitely thought about it late into that night as well.

The difference between then and now was that this was infinitely more powerful. Fuck it. Lavender checked to make sure her roommates were asleep. Parvati definitely was, judging by the light snoring she had grown accustomed to after six years, but it seemed as though Hermione wasn’t even in the dormitory. She pulled the curtains tighter and slid her skirt up so that her knickers were exposed. The air hit the moisture that had soaked through and Lavender gasped at the sensation.

She rubbed her hand over her damp underwear, still a bit surprised by how wet she was; Ron had never turned her on so much. Finally, she slid her hand under the cotton and brushed against the thin curls that were barely noticeable as she tried to rub her clit. She was so slick that her fingers clumsily slid past her clit to her lips. She sighed and found the nub, using two fingers to slowly rub circles around it.

Lavender imagined Luna’s blonde head between her legs. I could tangle my hands in hair and push her against me. Her breathing became a bit labored and she began to rub her clit a bit faster occasionally squeezing it lightly, which made her take sharp breaths and raise her hips up off the bed. Luna. That was the thought going through her mind. She imagined her and Luna’s legs intertwined and holding each other steady as they ground their pussies against each other. Lavender imagined taking Luna’s nipple into her mouth while she was screaming with ecstasy—

Now she had a finger inside of herself, her breathing irregular and probably quite loud. Luckily, Parvati slept very heavily. She slid another in, wincing a bit since she had never put two in before, but eventually let out a small moan at the feeling. She imagined the fingers were Luna’s and that the thumb against her clit was Luna’s tongue. Lavender bucked against her finger, trying very hard not to scream. The thought of Luna’s pretty pink tongue against her clit made Lavender want to cry out with pleasure, and she pushed up her sweater, slid her hand beneath her bra, and played with her left nipple.

Lavender was really working now so that she didn’t scream. She doubted Parvati would stay asleep through that. She was so close now, and she began to fuck her fingers quickly, wildly rubbing her clit as she began to imagine not only Luna eating her out, but of herself returning the favor. Lavender began to switch between fingering herself and lightly squeezing her clit again. Finally, she felt the waves of orgasm approaching and she whimpered into her pillow, digging her face into it harshly as her juices began to coat her hand and run onto her ass. She was shaking a bit with the intensity and lay very still while her body was still so sensitive. Her breathing was heavy.

She got up and went to the showers so that she could wash up and get into her bedclothes, finally. As she stood beneath the hot water, she began to imagine that Luna was with her. The image of Luna with glistening wet skin and soapy breasts overtook her.