Disclaimer: Does J. K. Rowling know how hard it is to think up all of these wonderfully witty disclaimers? Probably not, but then, I wouldn't know, because I'm not her.
A/N: This just came to me, and has been building up for a while. It was really nice to write it, so I hope you like reading it.
Suffocation
Written by FirstDaysOfSummer
She was suffocating; she couldn't breathe. What was the matter with her? Why did it feel as though her air supply was cut off and her four dormitory walls were closing in on her?
Ginny had felt claustrophobic all of a sudden. She didn't think about where she was going, only listened to the rain hitting the side of the Gryffindor tower. Her feet carried her down to the Common Room and out of the portrait hole like she was in a dream, but the cold feeling of the stone floor on her bare feet told her that she wasn't dreaming at all.
It had been raining all night, no matter how clear and sunny it was the day before, the day of Dumbledore's funeral. But Ginny didn't mind the rain, and she reminded herself of this as she slipped out of Hogwarts' large doors.
The rainy, yet warm, night air hit Ginny's face and her hair was immediately plastered to her back, but she could breathe again. She stepped off of the front steps and felt the grass soak her feet. Ginny closed her eyes and tilted her head back, loving the raw feeling on her face. Tears mixed with rain and thunder was heard. Ginny opened her eyes, staring blankly into the sky. There, among the many stars peaking from the edges of clouds, was Harry's magnified face.
She made herself blink, and then it was an imager of them standing together earlier that day. When Harry had- well, broken up with her. Ginny's gaze was torn from the sky and she saw the lake. Ginny figured she was already wet, and she threw her frustrations into the air with a horribly crazy scream, running towards the lake.
Anyone watching her would wonder about her sanity, but Ginny already knew and didn't quite give a damn at that moment. A large splash could barely be heard among the heavily pouring rain, preceded by a noise of running footsteps. Her head surfaced quickly, and a ragged breath escaped her lips. Ginny let loose a million tears, mixing into the rainwater and then the lake. Tears for her pitiful self but also for Harry and what he had to do. For Dumbledore, and for anger at Snape, and even for Malfoy. Ginny didn't know she had it in her to cry so much, and eventually made herself climb out of the lake for crying too hard to see. She flopped to the ground and lay eagle-spread; now her tears soaked into the muddy earth.
Ginny closed her eyes against the rain, and rolled until she was completely mud-covered. Now sure that she was crazy, she jumped to her feet with another fit of madness.
Her eyes closed again and she flung out her arms, spinning in circles until she fell over. Ginny laughed and cried and even screamed some more, certain that she would be caught and sent to St. Mungo's. But she found that she really didn't care. It felt wonderful to be free, and just be.
A/N: To continue or not to continue? If everyone thinks it's good just as an angst piece, I'll keep it like this. But if not, and people want romance, I'll continue with some Harry/Ginny romance. Whatever. Please review.