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Ginny's World (H/D, PG)
Title: Ginny's World
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sesheta_66
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
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dracoharry100's prompt #84 - envy.
Summary: Ginny can't wait for school - and the rest of her life - to start.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Ginny's World
Ginny awoke on the morning of September 1st feeling very good about things. Very, very good about things.
The spring had been spent mourning the losses sustained in the war, burying the dead, memorialising those who lost their lives in both wars. Her family ached - none worse than George - over the loss of Fred, but she had managed to move on. She had Fred to thank for that. How she envied him his strength, even in death. He'd left a note behind for each of them. Almost as if he knew.
His words would always be her comfort.
~*~*~
The summer meant the rebuilding of Hogwarts. Ginny had wanted to help, had even gone so far as to tell her mother that she was going, no matter what.
Then her father stepped in. Ginny had never seen him so angry. His eyes were cold and his voice was calm when he told her he wanted to speak with her.
"Ginevra Weasley," he said, "I have never been so disappointed in you."
"I want to help at Hogwarts," she had argued.
"For once in your life, put what your mother wants before what you want."
So Ginny stayed with Molly.
~*~*~
But the summer was over now. Ginny didn't have to be the one left out any more. She wouldn't have to envy her brother and Hermione for spending all their time with Harry.
He hadn't written her but once all summer, and as time went on she got angrier and angrier. Angry at her mother for demanding she stay home. Angry at her father for taking her mother's side. Angry at circumstances that kept her and Harry apart. But not angry at Harry. Never angry with him.
They would be together soon, finally, and Ginny's heart couldn't stop racing. Tonight.
~*~*~
Ginny said a cursory goodbye to her parents at the train station, after they insisted on escorting her there. Honestly, she was seventeen, not a child, for Merlin's sake! She had fought in the war! It was bad enough she'd been cooped up at home all summer.
Oh, to be one of those whose parents had the decency to say farewell from a distance, rather than embarrassing her in front of everyone! She couldn't wait for her schooling to be over, so she could move out with Harry and get on with her life. Her life as Mrs Harry Potter.
~*~*~
Ginny entered the Great Hall, head held high, knowing she was going to be the envy of every witch there.
She approached the Gryffindor table searching for Harry, but she didn't see any eighth year Gryffindors. Before she had a chance to do anything, a friend of hers pulled Ginny into a seat, and Headmistress McGonagall began to speak.
Ginny's eyes searched the Great Hall and discovered a fifth student table had been added for eighth years. Her stomach fell as she saw Draco Malfoy lean in and kiss Harry. Her Harry!
When Harry returned the kiss, Ginny's world crumbled.
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Author:
sesheta_66 Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Challenge:
dracoharry100's prompt #84 - envy.Summary: Ginny can't wait for school - and the rest of her life - to start.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Ginny awoke on the morning of September 1st feeling very good about things. Very, very good about things.
The spring had been spent mourning the losses sustained in the war, burying the dead, memorialising those who lost their lives in both wars. Her family ached - none worse than George - over the loss of Fred, but she had managed to move on. She had Fred to thank for that. How she envied him his strength, even in death. He'd left a note behind for each of them. Almost as if he knew.
His words would always be her comfort.
The summer meant the rebuilding of Hogwarts. Ginny had wanted to help, had even gone so far as to tell her mother that she was going, no matter what.
Then her father stepped in. Ginny had never seen him so angry. His eyes were cold and his voice was calm when he told her he wanted to speak with her.
"Ginevra Weasley," he said, "I have never been so disappointed in you."
"I want to help at Hogwarts," she had argued.
"For once in your life, put what your mother wants before what you want."
So Ginny stayed with Molly.
But the summer was over now. Ginny didn't have to be the one left out any more. She wouldn't have to envy her brother and Hermione for spending all their time with Harry.
He hadn't written her but once all summer, and as time went on she got angrier and angrier. Angry at her mother for demanding she stay home. Angry at her father for taking her mother's side. Angry at circumstances that kept her and Harry apart. But not angry at Harry. Never angry with him.
They would be together soon, finally, and Ginny's heart couldn't stop racing. Tonight.
Ginny said a cursory goodbye to her parents at the train station, after they insisted on escorting her there. Honestly, she was seventeen, not a child, for Merlin's sake! She had fought in the war! It was bad enough she'd been cooped up at home all summer.
Oh, to be one of those whose parents had the decency to say farewell from a distance, rather than embarrassing her in front of everyone! She couldn't wait for her schooling to be over, so she could move out with Harry and get on with her life. Her life as Mrs Harry Potter.
Ginny entered the Great Hall, head held high, knowing she was going to be the envy of every witch there.
She approached the Gryffindor table searching for Harry, but she didn't see any eighth year Gryffindors. Before she had a chance to do anything, a friend of hers pulled Ginny into a seat, and Headmistress McGonagall began to speak.
Ginny's eyes searched the Great Hall and discovered a fifth student table had been added for eighth years. Her stomach fell as she saw Draco Malfoy lean in and kiss Harry. Her Harry!
When Harry returned the kiss, Ginny's world crumbled.
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