Title: Kissed By A Rose
Author: Miss Syden .
Rating: PG-13 ; incredibly fluffy
Genre: Romance/Drama/Humor
Summary: Waking up in a bed at St. Mungo's, Ginevra Weasely wonders how she got there and why on earth she looks two years older. Had she been hurt? The last thing she remembers is receiving a silver rose on Valentine's day.
And so the story begins ..
Flashback.
Ginny watched as her brother, Ronald, ate the mashed potatoes profusely. He'd always had a knack for food. Today was Valentine's day and the Great Hall was decorated in pink and red. Usually, Ginny would be ecstatic about today, but, seeing as no one fancied her, she loathed the holiday.
Ginny was a sixth year, and a beautiful sixth year at that. Her long curly hair reached right above her elbows and her dark brown eyes glistened under the lit up ceiling. All in all, Ginny was a magnificent creature, blessed by God and envied by girls. Sighing heavily, Ginny smiled as she saw Harry and Hermione cuddling on the far side of the table. They had gotten together three months ago during a cufflink accident.
Ron, who knew of their crushes on each other, cuffed both their arms together for one week, until they confessed their undying love for one another. It took them three days to finally admit what they felt. Ginny was so happy for her best friend. It was what Hermione always wanted and now she had it.
"Ginny? Are you quite alright?" asked Ronald, piling a few more chicken bits on her plate. "You've been quiet? Are you angry with me?"
Ginny smiled warmly. "Why would I be mad at you?" she asked. "Of course I'm not. You've done nothing wrong. It's just .."
"Valentine's day?" he asked, throwing her a sad smile. "It's just a stupid commercial holiday that Muggles made up. But .. I do have to admit that I like it."
Ginny smirked. "Has Luna made your day worth while?" she asked him mischievously.
Ron turned a dark shade of red, causing her whole face to match the hearts that surrounded them. "Ginny .. You're my sister. I'm not supposed to talk about these things with you!"
Ginny rolled her eyes and snorted. "I'm just asking you if you guys are going to do anything special or if you have already done so."
Before Ron could answer, a massive amount of owls zoomed into the room, causing everyone to look up in awe. Packages of all sizes and colors were being held by the loving creatures.
Watching them fly in, Ginny looked to her plate and pouted. "No point in expecting anything .." she muttered to herself, now gathering up her books and beginning to leave.
Shoving her potions text book in her bag, she felt someone touch her arm. She looked to her left and found Seamus Finnegan smiling at her. "'Ello, Ginny," he said nicely.
Ginny smiled back, still putting her books in, but in a slow pace. "Hey, Seamus," she replied. "How's your Valentine's day going? You and Cho having fun?" she asked teasingly.
Seamus blushed. "We're alright. I just wanted to know if you were coming to the party down in the Ravenclaw dorms."
Ginny sighed. "I don't think I will. I've got loads to do. Just tell Cho that I'll probably stop by later, okay?" Ginny and Cho have gotten close through the years. Ginny was the one who got Cho and Seamus together.
Seamus nodded and gave Ginny a kiss on the cheek. "Alright. Have fun with whatever you have to do! I've got to go. Bye Gin!"
He walked away, hands in his pockets. Now getting up, Ginny felt something peck at her hair. Turning to face her plate, she was astounded at what she saw.
There, on the table, was a single silver rose, her name perfectly painted on each and every petal.
Ginevra.
She sat down once more and let down her bag, causing a huge thump to befall. Picking it up, Ginny watched in awe as sparkles began to appear and replace her name.
The letters then disappeared and a new phrase occupied each petal.
I love you.
Ginny's heart melted. Before she could do anything else, she heard Ron call her name. "Ginny! Who sent that to you?!"
It was then followed by Luna's voice. "That's simply beautiful! It looks a lot better than the dragon eggs I saw over in Romania!"
Ginny looked up, still holding the rose in her hand. "I don't know. It was just .. Here," she replied.
Ron grabbed the rose and examined it. "Who in the bloody hell would give someone a silver rose? Red's a better color. It represents love," he said bitterly, mad at the fact that a boy fancied his baby sister.
Luna smacked his arm. "Silver represents a unity of two opposite things. Don't tell me you haven't read that book I bought you!"
Ron swallowed. "Of course I read it!" he screamed. He still had the silver rose on his hand.
"Then what does blue represent?" she asked, both eyebrows raised.
Ron looked to Ginny. She mouthed, "Friendship."
Ron looked back at Luna. "It means friendship, love," he said cockily.
Luna gave him a kiss on the lips. "Good. I want a full report on each color in two days."
Ron's eyes widened.
Ginny laughed. "I'd like my rose back, please?" she asked sweetly.
Ron, who was staring incredulously at Luna, handed back the rose to his sister.
Ginny giggled lightly and picked up her bag once more. She turned to leave and headed towards the door, her bag over her left shoulder and the rose in her right hand.
She clasped the knob gently, but was then pushed back by a force of strength on the other side.
"Ginny!" she heard someone yell.
Only then did her whole world go black.
End Of Flashback.
Ginny touched her face, unable to register what was going on. She only woke up a few minutes ago, but now her face looked so much older. Her hair was longer and her curls were fat and loose. It was a dark auburn color and her eyes looked as if they got darker. Had something happened? What was wrong with her?
"What did I do?" she whispered, touching her face.
Hearing the door open, Ginny was bombarded by squeals and hugs. All six of her brothers were embracing her small fragile body, little children were on the floor hugging her legs, and she could hear crying, tons of crying.
"Bloody hell!" she yelled. "I'm alive! Get off!"
Everyone stepped away from her, happy smiled on their faces. "You're awake!" each of them said.
"Oh, Gods, Gin! We've missed you!" bellowed Ronald. "We didn't think you would wake up!"
Ginny looked thoroughly confused. "How long have I been asleep?" she asked, putting a hand in front of her. She didn't want them squeezing the life out of her again. It seemed like only yesterday she was sitting at the Great Hall on Valentine's day. She didn't feel like anything was missing from her life.
Molly spoke up. "Darling, you've been asleep for two years," her mother said solemnly. "But now .. You are awake! You have so much to see!" she yelled, running over and hugging her daughter.
Ginny smiled happily and hugged her mother back. "So much to see? What are you talking about?" she asked perplexed.
A few children then walked up to her. "Mum, I've seen all my brother's children before," she said baffled.
Bill and Fleur walked up to Ginny, a small buddle in their arms. "This is Cherry," stated Bill. "She's only three months old."
Ginny smiled and stroked the baby's cheek. "She's so beautiful," she whispered
Charlie and Madison then stepped forward, a small dark haired boy in the middle of them. "Ginny, this is Duncan. He's two," said Madison, pushing Duncan forward.
Ginny bent down. "Hi, Duncan," she said quietly. "I'm your Aunt Ginny."
Duncan lifted up his head and beamed. Running over to her, he opened up his arms and hugged her mercilessly. "Auntie!" he yelled.
Ginny grinned and hugged him back. She pulled back and looked around the room, finding a very pregnant Luna Lovegood. Her eyes widened. "No bloody way!" she cursed.
"Ginevra Weasely!" snapped Molly in a stern voice.
Arthur rolled his eyes and embraced his daughter. "Don't mind her. She's in a bit of a snippy mood. Mood swings can get a woman crazy."
Ginny's eyes widened once more. "Mum .. She's .. but .. So old .. And .. I .. Pregnant?!" she asked disbelievingly.
Molly placed her hands on her hips. "Are you saying that I'm old, Ginevra?"
Ginny swallowed. "Uh .. No?"
Luna waddled over and took Ginny's hand. Placing it on her bulging stomach, she said, "It's a girl. We were planning on naming her Prudence," she said softly. "And her middle name would be your first name."
Ginny caressed her belly. "How far along are you?"
"Seven months," Luna replied.
Ginny looked at her mother. "How far along are you?"
"Two months, dear," responded Molly. "But .. I won't be holding the baby any longer. My body is way too old and rusty. We're going to transfer the baby magically to a surrogate mother."
Before Ginny could ask who, Percy's four year old daughter came running through. "Aunt Ginny! Aunt Ginny!"
Ginny scooped Alexa up into her arms. "Alexa! Honey! How are you? You've gotten so big! The last time I saw you, you were just a toddler! Look how you've grown!" she shrieked.
George cleared his throat, holding two girls. "This is Bella and April. My twin daughters," he said proudly.
Ginny smiled and put Alexa down. "You and Alicia?"
George looked away. "She died," he whispered.
"What?" she asked doubtfully.
"Childbirth complications," he replied. "She couldn't make it through."
Ginny walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "It's alright. You've got two beautiful girls to remember her by."
George looked at her and smiled. "They've got red hair."
Ginny giggled. "I can see that!" She kissed them both on the forehead. "Hi Bella .. Hello April."
Everyone smiled joyously, but everything was soon interrupted as the nurse walked in. "I see you've awoken, Miss Weasely," she said kindly. "But, unfortunately .. You need your rest my dear. You will be leaving with your family tomorrow."
"Rest?!" yelled Ron. "She's rested for two bloody years! Why on earth would she want to rest?!" he asked menacingly.
Molly rolled her eyes and ushered everyone out of the room. A few groans and moans were heard, but Molly ignored them and shoved everyone out. She stopped at the door and looked at her daughter, who was sitting on the bed. "So much can happen in two years, my darling," she stated. "Let's just hope you didn't miss too much."
Ginny smiled and watched her mother close the door and leave. Sighing contently, Ginny fell back onto the bed and closed her eyes. The events of Valentine's day kept replaying over and over. "Oh crap .." muttered Ginny. She completely forgot to ask her parents why and how she ended up sleeping for two whole years. "I'll just ask them later .." she said lazily, now climbing up into the middle of the bed and collapsing on that soft spot.
She remembered the rose and its very unique color. She's never seen anything like it. The way her name glittered under the light and transform into an I love you. It's been two years and she still doesn't know who sent her the rose. "Well, not two years for me .. I've been bloody sleeping!" she yelled, taking the pillow from under head and putting it over her face.
She dozed off for a bit, now snoring softly.
Ginny awoke to the smell of vanilla and the dim lit hospital room. There were a few candles lit up around her. "Candles? What the ..?" she asked.
Getting up lazily, she found herself showered with little dots on her bed. Panicking, she fell off the bed, bringing the sheets and some of these "dots" with her. She was tangled in the comforter. She thrashed about a bit and released herself from the blasted sheets.
Focusing on the "dots", she gasped. They were not dots .. But simply petals.
Silver petals.
Moving forward, she reached out and picked a few up. Her name was on every single one.
Ginevra.
She watched in fascination as the words disappeared and read ..
I love you.
Ginny smiled once more, remembering that faithful on Valentine's day. Stroking each petal carefully, she spotted the room window wide open. She dropped all the petals and ran over to the window.
It was simply perfect outside. From what Ginny could tell, it was around January. There were a few snowflakes falling from the sky and the ground was pure white. She hugged herself, shivering. She was clad in only a black tank top and silky pajama bottoms. That's when she spotted someone
A dark hooded figure was staring on top of a hill. He was almost like a shadow, but somehow, Ginny knew.
Gathering up all her bravery, Ginny ran back to where the comforter was. She picked it up off the ground and wrapped it around herself.
Looking out the window once more, she saw a pole running down the building. She wasn't that high up. She was around two floors above the ground and that wasn't even that high.
She fiddled with her hair and found a hair tie. Tying two fat pieces of comforter together, Ginny tightened the pull and let out a breath. That would keep the sheet clasped together around herself. Hoisting her leg up, she slid out the window and onto the pole. Ginny, who was quite light, was now sliding down the pole, feeling a burn on both her hands. Her feet were secured with slippers.
She finally reached the snow covered floor, her hands now inside the comforter. It was rather cold. Trudging her way over to where he was, she felt her nose grow cold. She wouldn't be surprised if it was red.
She stopped right behind him and gulped. What the hell do I do? I don't even know who this person is. He could be a bloody rapist for all I know! She thought in her mind. But, for some odd reason, she felt that he was someone special, someone worth getting cold and sick for.
She watched he turned around, the hood still over his head. "You're okay," he stated in a whisper.
"Who are you?" she asked croakily.
He chuckled. "Would you honestly come down here if you didn't know who I was?"
Ginny thought for a while. Why the hell did she come down there? "Um .." she trailed off. "You're not allowed here." She said the first thing that came to mind. She was now mentally cursing herself for saying something so stupid.
He laughed once more. "I was visiting someone," he said.
"Oh," she said, tracing her foot along the snow. They stood there uncomfortably, in silence for almost five minutes.
"Well .." Ginny started "I should get going." She turned around and started to walk away.
"Did you like the rose?" he yelled.
Ginny stopped abruptly. She turned around slowly and found his back to her. He was staring out into the night sky. "I didn't know if you liked the color silver."
Ginny opened her mouth in shock. "You .. ?"
He swirled around and walked up to her. He stopped until his body was only a few centimeters away from hers. "I ..?"
"You gave me that rose two years ago?" she asked.
"And if I did?"
Ginny folded her arms across her chest. "Who are you?"
"You wouldn't want to know," he replied.
"And if I do?" she asked.
He shook his head under his hood. "You wouldn't like the outcome."
"Try me," she said in a deadly whisper.
He lifted his hands and clasped his hood.
The suspense was killing Ginny. She stared as he slowly pulled back his hood, revealing platinum blonde hair. She scrunched up her eyes in confusion. Who did she know with blonde hair? Finally, his hood reached his shoulders.
His head was still down. She then watched as he lifted it up ever so leisurely. When his face was showing, Ginny felt a lump form in her throat. "Malfoy?" she asked, staring into his silver-gray eyes.