I Only Have Eyes For You
@hpshipuary @hpfemslash-minifest @fluffbruary
Tags: Quidditch Player Angelina Johnson, Quidditch Player Ginny Weasley, Implied Sexual Content
Summary: Angelina is secretly pining.
Rating: Teen
Angelina
If someone were to ask Angelina what she feels towards their newest team member — Ginevra Weasley, she would say nothing. Nothing at all.
That’s an outright lie, of course. She fell for Ginny from the moment the girl knocked Angelina off her broom during practice.
Such power and such grace.
She may be the only one who sees Ginny as graceful. Not that she cares what other people think. The girl is perfect in Angelina’s eyes.
Something she can never reveal to Ginny.
It’s within the rules to date a team member. Angelina is just not as confident as people think she is. She doesn’t know how to approach Ginny or ask her out. Not properly anyway.
“Ready for the game?” asks her crush and bumps Angelina’s shoulder.
She feels the heat go to her cheeks and swallows nervously.
Why is she early? Wonders Angelina.
It’s quiet and deserted in the changing room. She was supposed to be the only one here to pine secretly about Ginny in peace.
That’s been her pre-game ritual since the day she fell in love. Nothing beats that. Angelina flies extra fast after a good Ginny daydream.
“Yeah…” she answers and wonders if there is a way for her to ask Ginny out without embarrassing herself.
“We’re going to destroy them,” says Ginny with a wide grin.
If only Angelina had that confidence in herself. Not about Quidditch; she knows she’s a brilliant chaser.
She simply wishes she could come out and tell Ginny how she feels.
“Sure,” she tries to laugh and fails miserably. Thank Merlin, Ginny doesn’t seem to notice.
“And after, if you’d be up for it, would you like to celebrate in private?”
Angelina’s heart beats faster than ever before. Surely she misunderstood. Or has she?
“I… Yes… I would like that very much,” she answers with battered breath, unsure what exactly she’s agreeing to. A pint with a buddy, or a date.
“Brilliant.” Ginny winks which doesn’t actually clarify this whole outing even one bit.
When Ginny takes her hand, leans in and kisses her, Angelina exhales in relief, kissing Ginny back.
Apparently one doesn’t have to ask someone out ‘properly.’ When it’s right, it’s right, she realises and smiles against Ginny’s mouth.
They end up snogging against the door for what feels like forever.
This might just be a much better pre-game tradition, she thinks and pulls Ginny closer, her hands caressing the lovely freckled skin of Ginny’s neck and collarbone.
She wonders if she gets the chance to kiss every freckle and every mole on Ginny’s body.
Not now, she remembers where they are, after all. Maybe we can go back to mine tonight.
Later, Angelina thinks she flies faster than ever during the game. That might just be her vivid love-induced imagination.
Nevertheless, they win. Like they almost always do. The only difference is that today she and Ginny do not leave the celebration party early as they both usually do.
By the time all of their teammates go home, Angelina and Ginny are still sitting in their booth, necking and laughing.
The victory is indeed sweet when you have someone to share it with.
“My place or yours?” asks Ginny when the barkeep chases them away, half an hour after closing time.
“Mine, I have blueberry pie,” offers Angelina, knowing Ginny’s preferences.
“A woman after my heart,” says Ginny and pulls her into another fiery kiss.
They Apparate to Angelina’s flat a few minutes (and a few complaints from the barkeep) later.
It turns out it is possible to kiss every freckle and every mole that litter Ginny’s skin like tiny stars in the night sky.
One is hidden on the inside of Ginny’s thigh, and Angelina takes great pleasure in finding it, kissing and nibbling every inch of her in the process.
