A/N. well this story is mostly Ginny's memories but I will write her 6th year in details. This is my first try at DracoGinnyBlaise stories so be nice.
Chapter one:
Twenty year old Ginevra Weasley flipped open her laptop cover and pushed the power button. Sitting Indian style on her king sized bed she placed it in her lap and clicked on a program named Microsoft Word. Lowering her hands she stopped mid air. What should she name it? Where should she start? She quickly typed Memories of two lost loves and paused again. Where was the beginning? She racked her brain for answers and saw the image of her five year old self holding a doll.
In her head Ginny revived the old memory and unconsciously she started typing every word, every feeling, and every little detail like it was happening right now. Some time later her fingers would ache but she would be too deep in the memory to actually feel it…
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The five year old Ginny Weasley swung a dolly in her arms singing to it. There was a loud BOOM from outside and startled, Ginny dropped her doll. A few seconds later her mother came rushing in her room.
"Ginny, dear come here quickly!" she said a note of worry clear in her voice.
"What's going on, mummy?" little Ginevra asked approaching her mother hesitantly.
"No time to explain, dear. Just hold on tight." With that Molly Weasley hugged her only daughter and apparated her. "Ginny, stay here. Your brothers may not be here so be careful and try to get some sleep, ok darling?"
"Yes, mummy." Molly kissed her youngest on the forehead and apparated to God knows where.
Ginny sat in a corner her knees to her chest and tried to wrap her dress more warmly around her little body. She looked around and saw that she was in some sort of dungeon. Candles were lit and were floating in mid air, whatever light they were giving to the room they weren't warming it at all. Her short yellow dress was worn out and had only two thin straps holding it on her shoulders, therefore offering no warmth.
After what seemed forever but in truth was only twenty minutes Ginny felt the cold penetrating in her bones. Rocking back and forth a few tears escaped her chocolate brown eyes and fell on her cheeks. At least my tears are warm. She thought a squeezed her eyes to make more tears fall and warm her face.
"Why are you crying?" Came a voice from above her head.
Ginny looked up and saw a boy with silvery-blond hair and beautiful silvery-gray eyes with blue specks in them. At first she thought his whole body was cold but then she looked deep into his eyes and saw the exact opposite.
"I…I…" she said still mesmerized by the boy's eyes.
"Don't worry, we won't hurt you." Another voice came from her right.
There was standing another boy holding the hand of the first. They were polar opposites- where the blond boy's skin was as pale as ice; the other's was a few shades darker than her eyes. His eyes were a strange color; they were brown with purple in them.
"I was cold and none of my brothers is here and I am scared." She whispered. "I wanted to sleep but it's too cold."
"Don't worry we will keep you safe and warm while you sleep." The dark boy offered while the other nodded.
"You would do that for me?" she asked hopefully.
Their response was sitting on both of her sides. Ginny carefully lay down; the boys did the same and hugged her while holding the other's hand over her waist.
The only way she could describe the feeling was…right. Because of the warmth, safety, and love she felt butterflies in her stomach. Relaxed she quickly fell asleep.
The next morning Ginny woke up by someone taking her away from the warmth and comfort offered by the two boys.
"Mummy?" the girl turned to her mother who was now holding her.
"Ginny! What were you doing with the Malfoy and Zabini boys?" Molly scolded "Malfoy's father was the reason you were here in the first place. Now come we should go." Molly turned around with Ginny still in her arms.
Sadness washed over the little red head as she watched the Malfoy and Zabini boys over her mother's shoulder. Their eyes were saying the same thing as hers- I don't want to go.
The three children that felt such a strong bond were pulled away from each other because of some surname. Now how stupid was that?
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Ginevra paused and looked over the text. Wow she didn't knew she wrote that well. Maybe Jasmine was right, writing her memories and feelings did help a little bit. This particular memory wasn't as painful as it was yesterday.
She yawned. Time to sleep! She thought and put away her laptop.
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