Temptation's Follower

Long blond hair tangles with fiery red over a white pillow. The sound of laughter fills the large, open room. Luna Lovegood rolls over onto Ginny Weasley and begins kissing her passionately. Ginny moans in ecstasy and kisses Luna back. Luna begins to moan also as she rips off Ginny's clothing. Then, Luna's sounds of delight turn to a cry...a baby's cry...

Ginny woke up with a start. A baby really was crying. Again.

If Ginny had known what she was getting into when she got pregnant, she never would've. Months of morning sickness, mood swings, looking fat, ugly, bloated...and now this. For the past two months, ever since she'd brought little Jaime home from the hospital, she had been woken at least three times a night.

Cursing Harry, her husband, for not waking and helping the baby, Ginny pulled herself out of bed slowly. Jaime cried louder, and Ginny groaned in frustration.

"I'm coming, you little freak, I'm coming." The moment the words left Ginny's mouth, Ginny felt terrible. This was her darling, her precious, the little girl she'd fought so hard to bring into the world.

Picking up little Jaime, Ginny wished for the comfort of Hogwarts. Seven months had gone by since she had left it, but it seemed like eons. When she had told the girls in her dorm, Julianne and Elisabeth, that she was pregnant, they had squealed and heaped her with baby clothes, diapers, and bottles. If Jaime had been born at Hogwarts, they would probably be helping her right now, instead of lying in bed like Harry was doing, oblivious.

Ginny shook off the too-large tee shirt she was wearing and put the little girl to her breast. The girl sucked and sucked and finally pulled her head back, contented. Ginny gently placed Jaime down in her cradle and walked over to the bed, Harry's side. She shook Harry gently at first, then harder. Hey, Harry, she thought, Guess what I've been doing for the past six hours? Oh, just drifting in and out of a very light sleep and getting up every fifteen minutes to suckle, change, and burp YOUR DAUGHTER. Help me out here, will you? Goddamn, I carried her for nine months and I gave birth to her for two days and I've taken care of her for two months. It's your turn. I GIVE UP!

Without really thinking, Ginny started gathering her things and putting them into a large valise she had sitting in the corner. She slammed them in, imagining they were Harry's face. Take that...and that...and that.

She finished and picked up the valise. As she exited the room, Jaime started crying again.

"Shut UP!" Ginny screamed as she ran out of the house, away from her responsibilities and her guilt.

***

After seven minutes of running, Ginny began to get more realistic. Where was she going to go? The Burrow was out of the question, she couldn't Apparate there because when she was supposed to have taken her test, she was pregnant with Jaime and they had been afraid she would splinch the poor little girl, and there were no fireplaces in sight. Her mind searched for other places she could conceivably go, but drew a blank.

Then it hit her. Luna and Hermione lived in Muggle London. Sure, she hadn't spoke to Hermione since Harry had left Hermione for Ginny, even after Hermione began dating Luna Ginny had made her distance. She and Luna had kept in touch through the Floo Network, however, and they were the only people Ginny could trust.

Ginny ran over to the shiny new convertible she had been taught by her father to drive and had insisted to Harry that they buy. Taking out her wand and casting an Invisibility charm over it was easy, and she knew exactly where Hermione and Luna lived, having seen the address on the letters Harry got from them. Getting the car to start was the hard part. She got it done after twenty minutes or so, however, and was off.

***

After an hour or so of driving, Ginny pulled up in front of a large Victorian house. Making her car visible again so nobody would try to pull up over it and walking up to the door, Ginny took a deep breath and reached out to ring the doorbell.

After ten minutes of waiting, Ginny was beginning to come to her senses and was deciding to go back to the car, when the door opened. Luna stood in the doorway, clad in a white bathrobe. Her blond hair was loose, and it fell down to below her waist.

"Virginia!" exclaimed Luna. "How nice to see you. I was just dreaming about you. Why are you here at five o'clock in the morning?" Ginny blushed, realizing what time it was, but Luna seemed unaffected.

"Hi, Luna. Where's Hermione?" asked Ginny tentatively.

"Oh, she's out. Tracking some dark wizard or another. She's got a lot to do, now that Voldemort's been vanquished. I think she should be looking for Gurnamolee's, myself, but you try telling her that."

Ginny winced at Luna's casual use of the Dark Lord's name. She nodded, to be polite, and shivered a bit.

"Would you like to come in?" invited Luna, and Ginny was only too happy to comply. She stepped inside the house and looked around. It was the truest definition of an organized mess, she decided. Stacks of newspapers and books lined the walls. A couch and two armchairs were clustered around a fireplace. Bits and pieces of everyday living were on the three coffee tables that stood huddled together in an empty corner, such as an empty coffee mug, an old piece of toast and a few open editions of the Quibbler. The walls were adorned with hundreds of things, from a billboard of newspaper clippings and photographs that all seemed to center on an odd animal that seemed a cross between a sheep, a stick, and a snake, to a large poster of the Beatles.

"Nice place," said Ginny sincerely. It had been a long time since she had seen such a welcoming, cluttered up space. Her own home was simply a mess, and had been for quite a while.

"Thank you. You smell quite odd, would you like to get washed up?" asked Luna in a dreamy, faraway tone.

"Sure," said Ginny hastily, knowing that she smelled like baby throw-up and dirty diapers.

"I'll show you to the shower and lay out some clothes," Luna offered, and Ginny nodded gratefully and followed Luna out of the room into a small room that contained a small rug, a toilet, a sink, a shower, and nothing else. Luna showed her how to work the shower and left the room, presumably to get some clothing for Ginny. Ginny took off her tee shirt and slipped out of the pair of Harry's boxers that she was wearing. Switching the water on, she let herself be washed away in the steady beat of the water dripping on her head. She was dimly aware of Luna telling her that her clothing was on the living room sofa.

When she finally got out, she wrapped a towel around herself and exited the room. Luna was waiting outside, and stepped into the bathroom after Ginny, telling her that she was going to shower as well. The clothes, as promised, were on the living room sofa, and she took them into the bedroom where she proceeded to let the towel go and take a quick look around the room. The bed was rumpled and one pillow was dented. A vanity stood in a corner of the room, a wardrobe in another. Clothes were strewn about.

All of a sudden, Luna entered the room, quite naked. Her hair was wet and covered most of her important parts, but Ginny could still see one nipple and a flash of cream colored skin. Looking away quickly, Ginny murmured softly;

"I'll go change in the bathroom, shall I?" And began to gather her things while avoiding looking at the naked woman in front of her.

"Why bother? You're straight," Luna reasoned. Ginny glanced up. Luna wasn't having any inhibitions about looking at Ginny. Emboldened, Ginny stared back at Luna.

"Actually, I'm bisexual." Ginny blushed but didn't drop her gaze. Not until Luna dropped hers.

"Well, that certainly changes things, doesn't it?" Luna said, coming over and sitting close to Ginny. Ginny could feel Luna's breasts pushing on her arm and felt an uncomfortable moist feeling between her legs.

"Luna," Ginny protested weakly, "I'm married..."

"Oh," Luna said, grabbing Ginny by the shoulders. "You're a worrywart."

"That feels nice..." Ginny said, as Luna pulled Ginny against herself and ran her hands over her breasts. Ginny threw her head back and succumbed to temptation.