She often wondered, as most little girls do, what her first kiss would be like. She imagined her knight and shining armor coming for, via Qudditch broom, and he wasn't exactly her knight; considering she had never met the boy. She had saw him in the prophet, curious, she asked her mother about him. She was told about how he survived you-know-who's killing curse and defeated him when he was only a baby. She smiled, he had sounded awfully strong and Ginny was determined to marry him. Only eight at the time, she decided when she would meet him at Hogwarts; she'd be sure to marry him. When she told her brother, Ron, he had made fun of her and told her to go have her fantasies somewhere else.
"Just because you're nine, you think you own the whole burrow!" she screamed, frustrated with him. He would never listen anymore, because he was nine and she was a stupid little girl. She would show him and everyone else, she would marry the boy who lived or die old and lonely.
When she was ten, much wiser, she realized she couldn't just make him marry her—no there were other girls she have to compete with. She didn't like that idea, but she would do it, watching her brothers head towards the platform; she saw him. She watched him with such admiration, when he ran through the platform, and begged her mother to let her go to Hogwarts.
Summer came faster then Ginny had thought it would, she was so happy that her brother had made friends with her future husband. Letter after letter, she got more and more disappointed—then finally when she finally gave up hope. He came, illegally in a flying car; which her brothers would never live down, but he was here and she couldn't get a word in. She didn't understand it, her stomach would jump in different directions, she would be at a lost of words of what she wanted to say. She finally decided that her nerves wouldn't allow her to talk, as stealthily as she could, she sneak into Ron's room. She watched him sleep for a moment, then tiptoed by his bed; close enough to touch him, and then she stole his first kiss from beneath his nose. She was thankfully that he didn't wake up, tiptoed back to the door; when it opened.
"Gin, what are you doing in my room?" her brother asked, groggily.
"Um…" stealing a kiss from your friend? "Getting a glass of water, what are you doing out of your room!" she whispered.
"Going to the toilet," he yawned.
"Well—that's wonderful! Keep it up, I'm going to—um—bed, night Ron!" she quickly scrambled out of his room.
She snuggled into her bed, brushing her fingertips against her lips, she fell asleep with a smile on her face. She might not be able to marry him now, but she would someday; until then she would settle for this.
--le fin.
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