To You From Me

Chapter One: To Gin With Love

Ginny Weasley was sprawled on her across her bed, her feet resting on her pillows and her hair draping over the edge of the bed. There were tiny tears in her eyes and a bemused smirk on her face. Everyone had left the dorm for dinner except her. Her mind was else where, staring at the two pictures on her night stand.

One picture stuck out in the dorm room, being that it was taken by muggle film and all the persons in the picture were actually still, as if frozen in time. Since she was currently at a school for wizards and witches, and had been raised by a magical family, the picture was quite odd looking. Her friend Colin Creevey had taken it with his old-fashioned wind-up muggle camera, along with a normal magical camera.

They had both been taken on a typical afternoon near the end of last spring. Unaware of an audience, Ron, Hermione, Harry and herself had been studying in their favorite spot by the lake. Colin had crept up and snapped two pictures before any of them had noticed.

Ginny smiled through her tears as she noticed the look on Ron's face as he openly stared at a seemingly distracted Hermione. Hermione had a slight blush to her as she held her Ruins book in one hand, while holding her pen up to her mouth, getting ready to chew in mid thought. She had told them that she preferred to use a muggle pen when making notes, since ink and quill could just become too messy.

From the look on Ron's face, Ginny could see the utter fascination that that one little action had caused her mindless brother.

Ginny smiled wider, thinking of how entertaining Ron and Hermione could be when they were actually getting along.

Her attention then turned to the other two in the picture. She sighed when her eyes focused on Harry and herself.

She was sitting in between Harry's legs, her back to him. She had her potion's book in front of her, a quill in one hand, a sheet of parchment placed in front of her. Her other hand was pointed at Harry's sock. She was laughing at the hideous green and maroon snitches draped around Harry's ankle. Dobby had made the sock for Harry out of love, but Ginny couldn't resist teasing Harry about it.

Harry was smiling, his right arm wrapped lightly around Ginny's waist. His left hand was near Ginny's side, ready to tickle her as payback. His Charm's book was off to the side, studying the farthest thing from his mind.

Ginny felt a tear streak down her face as she remembered that carefree afternoon. They had few relaxing and happy moments together.

She saw the slight frown on Harry's supposedly happy face and felt her mood darken more.

"Poor Harry. Will he ever get to let his guard down and just embrace life?" She mused out loud.

Feeling the wave of loneliness and worry wash over her, she turned to the other picture.

A magical picture or portrait can sometimes be the most amusing thing ever invented. Unlike a muggle picture, the contents in a magical scene are allowed to move about.

Ginny's picture was no exception. At first the picture looked just like the other one. But then everything started to move.

Instead of just looking at Hermione, Ron would lean in closer and smell her hair. Hermione would put down her book and turn towards Ron. The two would lean in closer and closer and then quickly pull away when Harry or Ginny would throw something at them.

Ginny laughed as the miniature Ron and Hermione blushed and glared at the miniature Harry and Ginny.

Ginny watched as Ron and Hermione went back to pretending to study. She sighed as Harry started to tickle the miniature Ginny.

Missing them even more now she looked down at the half-finished letter laying on her desk. She knew she should finish writing it, but she was running out of things to say.

She looked back at the picture and let out a low chuckle as she saw Ron and Hermione start to argue and then abruptly start kissing.

She looked at the other couple and felt a warmth spread from the roots of her fiery red hair to her toes as she watched Harry grab the miniature version of herself and start snogging her passionately.

Boy did she miss that. She missed everything. Wallowing in self-pity and worry seemed to be her thing to do lately. Knowing that her brother, best-friend and love of her life were risking their live's to save the world tended to make the normally optimistic girl feel completely hopeless.

She understood why they had they do it. She knew Harry would never rest until he had faced and killed Lord Voldermort. She realized a long time ago that loving Harry would never be easy. She just wished that they hadn't all left her.

But, because she was a Weasley and a gryffindor, she would be strong enough to wait till he came back to her. She had to.

Deciding that there was too little time to spend feeling sorry for herself, Ginny sat up and quickly wiped her eyes.

"All right, time to pretend to be fine." Ginny said softly. She walked over to her desk and reached for her letter. Dipping her quill in the ink pot, she began writing in a weird language known only by Ron, Fred, George, and herself.

To You From Me:

Mum sent me a care-package the other day. I'm sending it along with this letter, with some shirts and things added to it. She misses you all, but I think she's finally understood why you must do what you are doing. Things around here have been very quiet. Except for the roommates of course. They can't seem to stop twittering about you and our smart friend leaving school together. They are convinced you have eloped. I wish that were true. It'd be nice to have another sister in the family. One that is not Phlegm-like. I'm going to go into Mum mode and tell you to try to be safe, but I know I'm wasting my breathe, er well ink. I'm sending a picture to Hermy, that Vicky sent to me to for her.

Ginny put down her quill and started to laugh. She just knew her jealous brother would snatch the picture before Hermione even realized she had gotten a package. He would have a fit if he thought Viktor Krum had sent anything to Hermione. Short of beating Ron in the head with another bludger, this seemed to be the easiest way to show Ron what he had been missing in front of his baby blue eyes.

Still chuckling, she picked up her quill and finished the letter.

I know you're not telling me everything about Socks. I wish he would let you guys help more. I wish you all would let me help. I miss you guys. Even though you're a prat sometimes, I still love you Won-Won.

Love, you're favorite kind of Gin.

Ginny smiled, and looked over her letter. Corresponding with them was hard with spies everywhere. She wasn't exactly sure where the three were, but she knew it was safer to keep their letters short and in code. So that even if someone figured out the weird scribbles, they'd still have a time trying to figure out who Won-Won and Socks were.

She giggled, remembering the fit Harry and Ron had when she and Hermione chose their code names.

"Won-Won?" Ron had asked, horrified. "Please, anything else but that."

Hermione had simply looked at Ron and replied "You seemed to stand it a few months ago."

Harry locked eyes with Ginny and shook his head. Ginny just rolled her eyes and smirked, knowing her brother was once again going to blow it.

"Yea, well that was different. I had to." Ron said, almost pouting.

Hermione just shook her head and replied "You chose to. Now live with it. We need names for each other."

Ron's face turned red as he started to stutter. "B.B.But that was then. I was stupid."

Ginny looked at Harry and mouthed "WAS?"

Harry hid his grin as Hermione turned around and started to pack Ron's and Harry's trunks. "We don't have time to argue. We need to leave before your mum and dad figure out what we're doing. We have to be ready to go tomorrow night after Harry's birthday party."

"If it weren't for saying goodbye to your mum and dad, I would have already left after the wedding." Harry said quietly. Ginny had sighed and said "It's just one more day Harry. Let yourself have one more day."

Hermione and Ron had stopped arguing and looked over at Ginny. Before Harry could say anything in reply, Mrs. Weasley had called them down to dinner.

Ginny shook her head, trying to get the memories to leave her alone for a while.

Hearing a noise at the window, she turned and saw Ron's owl Pig banging his beak against the window pane. The poor bird still hadn't figured out what glass was. Attached to his little leg was a letter.

Ginny quickly got up to rescue the poor thing.

She grinned, and detached the letter from Pig's foot. She then opened the letter that had been addressed: To Gin With Love.

So what do you think? I really tried to get in to Ginny's head. I felt so sorry for her at the end of the sixth book. More to come. X's & O's !