A drabble I created inspired by a picture of Tumblr.
Disclaimer: Jo Rowling owns the characters and letterstomrpotter from Tumblr owns to letter.
Ginny was sprawled out in her bed, feet and hands dangling out the side, lying on her stomach. She tossed her her head, muttering about Pygmy Puffs on steroids and other general nonsense.
She tossed her head again, and her head landed right in the direction of the sun. It only took a few seconds for the sun's rays to find a gap in Ginny's eyelids. She groaned, as if that would do anything, but it was too late. The sun had already woke her up.
Ginny groaned again, throwing a pillow over face, but in her half asleep state, that only seemed to suffocate her. She sat up, shoving her blankets and white duvet off her and sighed, swinging her legs off the bed, and pushing herself off it. She straightened up and stretched, looking outside through the crack in her curtains.
She stepped over to it, and in one swift motion, she pulled back the curtains to reveal the sun shining in her eyes, and the picturesque view of a botanical garden, just on the outskirts of London.
Ginny then yawned before she stumbled out her bedroom door, and toward the small kitchen in her flat. When she got there, she poured herself a glass of pumpkin juice, declaring that as breakfast.
I'd pick something up on the way to practice, Ginny thought, groaning, remembering she had Quidditch practice for the Holyhead Harpies today. She sighed, before walking back to her bedroom.
She walked right past her bed to her dresser, where she pulled out a pair of clean jeans, a t-shirt and a jacket, because it looked positively freezing outside. Although, it was the middle of winter, so what was she expecting?
Ginny got changed and went to brush her hair. Once it was secure in a tight ponytail, she walked over to her bed, to grab her scarf and her bag.
She frowned, noticing something fluttering on her pillow. Ginny dropped her bag and went to investigate. She looked at it, before realising it was only a folded piece of paper.
Merlin, I'm stupid, she thought as she picked up the paper, wondering how it got there. The window was closed, so an owl couldn't have gotten in, and she sure didn't notice it before.
Ginny unfolded the piece of paper and read it. She recognised the semi-neat, semi-messy scrawl right away and wondered what on earth was going on.
As she read the little note, her heart warmed, and a huge smile grew on her face. Ginny blushed although there was no one there to see it, and tucked the note into her jacket pocket.
It was the perfect pick-me-up for her supposedly dreary day.
Dear Ginny,
I know that you don't trust things that are written to you.
Not since you were eleven, but trust this.
I love you.
Love , Harry.
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