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Through Ginny's Eyes
CHAPTER 1: the news
"You're getting married?"
Ginny Weasley couldn't believe it. Her eldest brother, Bill, was getting married to Fleur Delacour, or as she was called by the Weasley children behind her back, Phlegm. It isn't that Ginny didn't want her brother to be married, she is perfectly happy for him. Phlegm was what was making her unhappy.
Phlegm is a beautiful girl with a sheet of long, silvery hair. She had recently graduated from the French academy Beauxbatons. For the past year, she had been getting private "lessons" with Bill in Egypt.
Bill had just burst through the front door with Fleur in his arms, and announced that they were planning to wed. Ginny was not happy with this. In her opinion, Fleur may be beautiful, but she thought that Fleur was full of herself, and couldn't stand to be around her. As soon as Bill had put her down, she began criticizing everything in sight, from Ginny's hair, to Mrs. Weasley's cooking.
"You're getting married?" Ginny repeated.
"Yes!" said Bill grinning.
Her brothers, Fred, George, Charlie, and her mother, Molly Weasley, were all staring at Bill with their mouths hanging open.
Ron, on the other hand, was looking at Fleur as though she was as angel that fell from the sky. Ginny was disgusted. Ron, obviously liked Feur just because of her beauty. When was he going to figure out that looks weren't the most important thing?
Bill looked around the kitchen at his family. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Mrs. Weasley recovered herself first. "Um, nothing, dear," she said. "I guess this is kind of sudden."
"I know," said Bill. "We've only known each other a year, but we think the time is right."
He smiled down at Fleur and kissed her on the forehead, then looked around at his family.
"Man, you guys look like you've seen a ghost."
The next few hours were spent talking of the wedding, and plans for the future.
Ginny sighed and wandered away from the rest of her family and Fleur. She looked at the mirror on the wall behind her. She stared at her reflection intently. She was a skinny girl of 15, with long, curly red hair that hung around her pretty face.
But she didn't feel as though her looks were enough, she felt as though she needed something else to get the attention of the guy of her dreams. Ever since Ginny had been 10 years old, she had been in love with Harry Potter, her brother's best-friend.
But she had almost given up on him. In her 4th year, Hermione had told her to move on and date other guys. She had followed her advice, and was now dating a boy named Dean Thomas, a Gryffindor in Harry and Ron's year. She had fun snogging Dean, but she knew it wasn't anything more than that. She secretly longed of a deeper relationship with someone, and she wanted that someone to be Harry.
But Harry had been too busy to notice because he had spent the last five years battling evil, and saving the wizarding world. She told everyone that she was over him, but Hermione was the only one who knew the truth. Ginny knew that, down, she still loved him, no matter how many times she denied it. And she was determined to get him to notice her.
A few weeks later, her best-friend Hermione Granger arrived at the Burrow. Ginny was ecstatic. She was glad she could finally spill all the things bubbling inside her. Thankfully, Hermione was a good listener and comforter. After Ginny had finished, Hermione gave her a big hug.
"What am I going to do?" asked Ginny.
"Well, Harry's grown-up this year, you never know, he may realize your feelings, until then, cheer up, let him see the fun side of you and he's bound to notice."
"Really?" asked Ginny.
"I'm sure of it," said Hermione. "Just don't act too desperate."
"Hermione!" said Ginny reproachfully, as she hit her with a pillow.
"All right, all right! I know you won't act desperate," said Hermione grinning.
"How 'bout we have a mug of cocoa before bed?"
While they sipped their cocoa, they talked of teachers, O.W.L.'s, and other things. Ginny filled Hermione in on her future sister-in-law, before they fell asleep in Ginny's room.
Next, morning, Ginny woke up late and realized that Hermione must have gone down to breakfast, because she wasn't in her bed. So she headed down to the kitchen for breakfast. When she got to the kitchen, she realized that the kitchen was empty except for her mother cleaning up the dishes from breakfast.
"Ginny dear," she said. "Here's your breakfast, everyone else has already eaten."
And she handed Ginny one of two plates of bacon and eggs sitting on the counter.
"Mum, who is the other plate for?"
"Oh, Harry arrived last night, he's still asleep in Fred and George's room." Ginny's stomach did a back-flip at the mention of Harry. "I thought I would take him his breakfast.
Mrs.Weasley waved her wand and a silver tray appeared out of nowhere. She pointed her wand at the plate of food, and it soared over to the tray and lay neatly, followed by a glass of orange juice.
"Ginny, would you mind taking this up to—"
"No, no, I will do zat," came a voice from the stairs, and the tray was snatched out of Ginny's hands.
"You ar' too 'ittle to carry ze tray, I will take it to 'Arry." And with that, Fleur bustled around adding more food to the already full tray.
Ginny stormed up the stairs to her room in a bad mood. She was thinking of ways too get back at Fleur when she heard voices from Fred and George's room. Her stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies at the sound of a familiar voice. Harry was back!
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