Of Ginny and Draco By Firestar
~Flames of the Emerald*Phoenix~
*~~~Chapter 1-The Anonymous Gift~~~*
It was Feb. 12th. Two days till Valentine. Ginny was sitting in the Great Hall, eating breakfast with her fellow Gryffindors when the a white owl flew into the room and dropped a small box into her lap. Ginny was surprised; who could be writing to her? Her parents were in Egypt, visiting Bill, and she couldn't think of any other person who she regularly wrote to.
As she got a good look at the owl, she realized something else. The owl was an Hogwarts school-owl. Strange, that meant the box was from someone in the school. She ripped opened the box as the owl flew away.
What she saw inside made Ginny gasp in surprise. It as a delicately- made, glass dragon. The beauty of it took her breath away. Its fiery tail feathers were a burning shade of green and orange, its posture grand and majestic.
"Who's it from?" The redhead looked up to see her brother, Ron, and his friends, Harry and Hermione, looking at her. It was Harry who had spoken.
"I don't know," Ginny replied, blushing slightly. Looking carefully, she saw a small card tucked away neatly beside the glass figure. She opened the card and began to read silently. She gasped again and turned flaming red when she was done.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked, concerned for his younger sister.
"N-Nothing," Ginny stuttered. Her mind was still racing as the message echoed over and over in her mind. Her heart burned with delight and her legs felt weak. She opened the card and read it again, just to make sure her eyes weren't decieving her. The message had been written in beautifully neat handwriting. Surrounded by a border of flames, it read:
Dear Ginny,
I'm not sure how to begin. But maybe I should begin at the beginning, just as every story has a start and an end. Let's start my story from when you have first entered Hogwarts. You were young, shy, yet I could sense a fiery spirit inside you. I have felt something in my heart for you the second I set eyes on you... I am sending you this glass dragon as a token of my feelings for you, also in hopes that you will think of me when you see it. I hope you like it.
Yours Truely,
Your Secret Admirer,
D
Beside the letter 'D', there was a picture of a dragon, exactly like the one that was sent to her.
"Ginny?" The girl opened her eyes to find Harry looking at her, a worried look on his face. Her face burned with embarassment, and without another word, she grabbed the gift and card and ran out of the Great Hall, leaving a surprised Harry and Ron behind. Only Hermione chuckled, a knowing look on her face.
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Ginny sat on her bed, her face still burning. She couldn't believe it; someone actually cared for /her/, Virginia Weasley...
She did not see Hermione enter the room until she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Ginny?" Hermione asked, her voice gentle. "Who is it?"
"No one."
"It's okay, Ginny," the older Gryffindor's soothing voice calmed her racing heart. "You can tell me. Who is he?"
Ginny looked up. "How do you know it's a he?"
Hermione chuckled. "I've always been able to tell. So, who is it?"
"I don't know. There was no signature."
"Can I see?"
Ginny handed over the letter.
Reading it, Hermione smiled. "You'll find out one day. Good Luck, Ginny." With that, the older girl handed the letter back and left the room, giving Ginny some time to think about what had just occured..
*~~~Chapter 1-The Anonymous Gift~~~*
It was Feb. 12th. Two days till Valentine. Ginny was sitting in the Great Hall, eating breakfast with her fellow Gryffindors when the a white owl flew into the room and dropped a small box into her lap. Ginny was surprised; who could be writing to her? Her parents were in Egypt, visiting Bill, and she couldn't think of any other person who she regularly wrote to.
As she got a good look at the owl, she realized something else. The owl was an Hogwarts school-owl. Strange, that meant the box was from someone in the school. She ripped opened the box as the owl flew away.
What she saw inside made Ginny gasp in surprise. It as a delicately- made, glass dragon. The beauty of it took her breath away. Its fiery tail feathers were a burning shade of green and orange, its posture grand and majestic.
"Who's it from?" The redhead looked up to see her brother, Ron, and his friends, Harry and Hermione, looking at her. It was Harry who had spoken.
"I don't know," Ginny replied, blushing slightly. Looking carefully, she saw a small card tucked away neatly beside the glass figure. She opened the card and began to read silently. She gasped again and turned flaming red when she was done.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked, concerned for his younger sister.
"N-Nothing," Ginny stuttered. Her mind was still racing as the message echoed over and over in her mind. Her heart burned with delight and her legs felt weak. She opened the card and read it again, just to make sure her eyes weren't decieving her. The message had been written in beautifully neat handwriting. Surrounded by a border of flames, it read:
Dear Ginny,
I'm not sure how to begin. But maybe I should begin at the beginning, just as every story has a start and an end. Let's start my story from when you have first entered Hogwarts. You were young, shy, yet I could sense a fiery spirit inside you. I have felt something in my heart for you the second I set eyes on you... I am sending you this glass dragon as a token of my feelings for you, also in hopes that you will think of me when you see it. I hope you like it.
Yours Truely,
Your Secret Admirer,
D
Beside the letter 'D', there was a picture of a dragon, exactly like the one that was sent to her.
"Ginny?" The girl opened her eyes to find Harry looking at her, a worried look on his face. Her face burned with embarassment, and without another word, she grabbed the gift and card and ran out of the Great Hall, leaving a surprised Harry and Ron behind. Only Hermione chuckled, a knowing look on her face.
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Ginny sat on her bed, her face still burning. She couldn't believe it; someone actually cared for /her/, Virginia Weasley...
She did not see Hermione enter the room until she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Ginny?" Hermione asked, her voice gentle. "Who is it?"
"No one."
"It's okay, Ginny," the older Gryffindor's soothing voice calmed her racing heart. "You can tell me. Who is he?"
Ginny looked up. "How do you know it's a he?"
Hermione chuckled. "I've always been able to tell. So, who is it?"
"I don't know. There was no signature."
"Can I see?"
Ginny handed over the letter.
Reading it, Hermione smiled. "You'll find out one day. Good Luck, Ginny." With that, the older girl handed the letter back and left the room, giving Ginny some time to think about what had just occured..