written for the tgs japanese tea ceremony
prompt: Kobukusa (古帛紗) or Dashibukusa (出帛紗) (silk cloth): Write about a character considered 'fragile' by his or her family/ friends.
a/n: i have quit the pjo fandom but i have point project gift fics to write so i'll be popping in occasionally to write those.
this one is for shay, who won in january and requested GinnyLuna ;) here are your demisexual/biromantic babies; in this AU ginny doesnt get with michael but she's very much over harry (though she's still a bit bitter haha)
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Ginny loves her family and she hates them at the same time.
They coddle her and she is loved and they care, damn it, unlike a certain Harry Potter she can name.
But she is "too young," and she is "not old enough to understand" and "she's just a girl after all!"
Ginny is fourteen. She's not a little girl and she's not a fragile, breaking piece of unremarkable glass, after all — she's fire. She destroys.
And anyone can attest to her Bat-Bogey Hex.
During her time at Grimmauld Place, they'd never let her into any Order meetings; then when it was her father in danger they'd treated her as if she'd fall apart. Ron was disapproving of any and all boys she spoke to.
Well. Boys aren't her problem anyway.
Luna is Ginny's savior, an angel with her blond halo hair and her sparkling gray eyes and well, Ginny hasn't felt like this for anyone, period — it's like Ginny wants to do more with Luna than just snog, which is odd, because she's never really wanted to do that with — anyone?
(Oh, yeah, they snog alright. Occasionally. The Room of Requirement has more than a few uses.)
But mostly Ginny vents about their treatment of her and how they think she's glass and she's going to break, and then Luna listens, but at the end she tells Ginny, "Only broken glass can cut."
Ginny is grateful for that, grateful for the words. Luna does not tell her everything is alright because she is smart enough to know that it will not be.
Luna unloads her problems on Ginny, as well. She tells them about how everyone toes around her because she is an oddball, because she is too eccentric.
"They aren't special. But you are," Ginny says simply.
So eventually they find themselves drawn to one another, bonded by their separations and their woes, bonded in ways they can't identify — because Ginny has never wanted more than a snog from Luna.
When she musters up the courage to tell this to the woman in question, she replies, "I think you're demisexual. I know I am —"
"It means," Luna explains, "you only have a sexual attraction for someone until you've formed an emotional connection with them."
"Oh," Ginny says lamely. "Oh. Okay." She doesn't quite know how to feel about that. It's not like she specifically wants Luna in this moment, only that she is hyper-aware of those freckles and maybe even her chest, and maybe she likes it.
Luna presses a kiss to her lips. "Yeah. Okay."
. . .
Ginny is not so fragile after the battle in the Ministry, is she? Her hexes cut, because she is glass and she is broken and her shards of destruction sting, all right.
After the battle they tell her she did good. "Great job, nice hexes," Ron praises. "Could've been a bit more careful —"
Ginny stops listening after that. Instead she eyes the tentacle marks peeking out under his sleeves and quietly thinks that perhaps Ron should practice what he preaches.
They think, after all, that she is glass: fragile, weak. They do not realize that broken glass cuts deep.
Ginny knows better. Luna knows better. It is all she needs.