Here's me, back on after years of inertia to unofficially "compete" in the DG Forum's 100 Drabbles in 100 Days event! Anyone who's read any of my stuff, though, will know that it'll be a miracle if I even get ten of these done. But here's my continuing contribution to DG, enjoy.
Disclaimer: It's all JKR's. And even though she never supported this ship, I still strive to make it work with her canon.
New
Peering at her cramped white reflection in the small mirror, Ginny couldn't help but feel as if her room at the Burrow had shrunk since she'd last occupied it. Had her bed always been so tiny? Had her Quidditch paraphernalia and WWW trinkets always piled over each other so carelessly, spilling over the edges of her desk and dresser as if they hadn't enough room to breathe?
Granted, Ginny reflected, the room she had spent her adolescence in was not to blame for being unable to handle the layers upon layers of white lace and bows that currently suffocated her body. She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to forget the frenzied wedding preparations of the last few weeks, her mother's shrill insistence on taking everything upon herself, the muted voices downstairs of guests impatient for the bride's appearance…
"Ginny!" Hermione's cheery voice broke into her thoughts, rather unwelcomingly. "Are you ready yet, your mum sent me up here to tell you everybody's waiting -" Catching sight of Ginny's expression, Hermione abruptly stopped talking. "Are you alright?"
Sweeping the room one last time, Ginny let her head drop in a nod of finality.
"Great, did you find your 'something new?' Though I would've thought you'd more likely find 'something old' in here…"
Fingering the cold metal chain grasped in her palm, Ginny forced herself to smile. "Yeah, Hermione, would you give me just another second? I'll be right down." Her friend's face was all sympathy and understanding as bushy brown hair retreated from the room.
Ginny glanced again at her reflection before reaching up and clasping the thin silver chain around her neck. The emerald shone brilliantly as it caught the rays of late afternoon sunlight streaming in from the window; she had never worn it before. On the back of the pendant, hidden from view, was an intricately carved M.
Five minutes later, she swept past her mother out into the backyard, ignoring the exclamations of surprise at her altered dress. The lace and bows were gone, having been traded for something simpler that didn't obscure the gem dangling around her neck.
The music started up at her entrance. Snatching a bouquet of lilies from a nearby vase, she raised her head and looked down the aisle at her future husband. Brown eyes met green ones, but as she made her way towards them, she fancied they were silver.