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to J. K. Rowling, the lucky woman!
Genevieve Heather Weasley sighed.
She was in the arms of a handsome man, a man that half the female population of the wizarding world sought after. The man kissed her naked breast, and Ginny let out a little moan.
"You, my dear, taste delectable."
Ginny giggled. "Oh. You're too kind! She said, kissing the man.
The man pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair.
It was a while before either of them spoke.
"God, Gin, I love you so much." he whispered.
"I love you, too." She whispered.
The man smiled. "You look so beautiful after we…make love." He said.
"Stop trying to butter me up." She said, a pang of guilt hitting her like a punch in the stomach.
She shouldn't be here, in his arms. She should be with her real boyfriend, she should be making love with him, not this man. They were enemies, after all.
'If he found out…Oh, he would die.' She thought, praying that this secret room was really a secret.
In her mind, Ginny compared the two. One a Gryffindor, one a Slytherin. One pale, one tan. Really, those were the only differences.
Both were famous, in there own way. Both were Captains of their house's Quidditch team, both were handsome, both were smart…And both held the key to her heart. Or did they?
If her boyfriend was really her one and only then why was she hear? With this man? Why did he have to be the one to say "I love you, Ginny." Or "You're gorgeous, Ginny."
A pang of guilt hit the young girl then. 'He's not here to love me because he's at war.' She reminded herself.
The war against the Dark Lord, Voldemort, had started in her fifth year and her lover's sixth. Almost immediately he and her brothers had been rushed off to fight in it.
Many other Hogwarts students had left, too. Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Katie Bell, Neville Longbottom, Dennis Creevey, Mandy Brocklehurst, and Ernie McMillian had left to become nurses for various wizard camps. Ron Weasley (her brother) Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Collin Creevey, Hermione Granger (her best friend) Justin Finch-Fletchley, Terry Boot and Roger Davies had gone off to fight, along with her lover.
Ginny bit her lip as she remembered the day they left. Ron had hugged her, Hermione had promised to write, Collin, her other best friend, had kissed her on the cheek and said that he'd fight for her, and then they had all wandered off towards the carriages to take them to the Training Camp.
Her love had come up and held her tight. "Ginny, I love you so much. I won't ever forget you, ever. I'll remember you every day I fight, and I'll pray that you stay safe here." He had promised.
Then he had reached into his pocket and dug out a ring. Bending down on his knee, he gulped. "Ginny, I…I don't want you thinking that just because I'm not here means that I don't love you. As soon as I come back from the war, I intend to marry you, if you'll have me, that is. What I'm trying to say is…Ginny, will you marry me?" Ginny had just kissed him and said "Of course, Harry, do you even need to ask?"
Ginny wore the ring, and she looked at it now. The diamond, circled by rubies, shone bright. The rubies gleamed in the dimmed lighting, sending of rays of fiery red light. Ginny smiled a little. 'Red, like my hair.' She thought.
"Gin? Earth to Ginny? You awake in there?"
Ginny was jerked back to reality when Draco shook her a little.
"Oh…sorry Draco. I…was thinking."
Draco let out an exasperated sigh, rolling back on the bed. He knew that as long as Harry Potter was alive, Ginny would never fully love him.
"Well…you should go, Gin." He said, gray eyes clouding over.
Ginny grabbed her belongings, her flame red hair tumbling over her shoulders.
'It's as if her head was on fire.' Draco mused, watching as she scrambled from sight.
"Goodbye, my love." He whispered, as her footsteps in the hall grew fainter.
"Goodbye."
Genevieve Heather Weasley sighed.
She was in the arms of a handsome man, a man that half the female population of the wizarding world sought after. The man kissed her naked breast, and Ginny let out a little moan.
"You, my dear, taste delectable."
Ginny giggled. "Oh. You're too kind! She said, kissing the man.
The man pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair.
It was a while before either of them spoke.
"God, Gin, I love you so much." he whispered.
"I love you, too." She whispered.
The man smiled. "You look so beautiful after we…make love." He said.
"Stop trying to butter me up." She said, a pang of guilt hitting her like a punch in the stomach.
She shouldn't be here, in his arms. She should be with her real boyfriend, she should be making love with him, not this man. They were enemies, after all.
'If he found out…Oh, he would die.' She thought, praying that this secret room was really a secret.
In her mind, Ginny compared the two. One a Gryffindor, one a Slytherin. One pale, one tan. Really, those were the only differences.
Both were famous, in there own way. Both were Captains of their house's Quidditch team, both were handsome, both were smart…And both held the key to her heart. Or did they?
If her boyfriend was really her one and only then why was she hear? With this man? Why did he have to be the one to say "I love you, Ginny." Or "You're gorgeous, Ginny."
A pang of guilt hit the young girl then. 'He's not here to love me because he's at war.' She reminded herself.
The war against the Dark Lord, Voldemort, had started in her fifth year and her lover's sixth. Almost immediately he and her brothers had been rushed off to fight in it.
Many other Hogwarts students had left, too. Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Katie Bell, Neville Longbottom, Dennis Creevey, Mandy Brocklehurst, and Ernie McMillian had left to become nurses for various wizard camps. Ron Weasley (her brother) Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Collin Creevey, Hermione Granger (her best friend) Justin Finch-Fletchley, Terry Boot and Roger Davies had gone off to fight, along with her lover.
Ginny bit her lip as she remembered the day they left. Ron had hugged her, Hermione had promised to write, Collin, her other best friend, had kissed her on the cheek and said that he'd fight for her, and then they had all wandered off towards the carriages to take them to the Training Camp.
Her love had come up and held her tight. "Ginny, I love you so much. I won't ever forget you, ever. I'll remember you every day I fight, and I'll pray that you stay safe here." He had promised.
Then he had reached into his pocket and dug out a ring. Bending down on his knee, he gulped. "Ginny, I…I don't want you thinking that just because I'm not here means that I don't love you. As soon as I come back from the war, I intend to marry you, if you'll have me, that is. What I'm trying to say is…Ginny, will you marry me?" Ginny had just kissed him and said "Of course, Harry, do you even need to ask?"
Ginny wore the ring, and she looked at it now. The diamond, circled by rubies, shone bright. The rubies gleamed in the dimmed lighting, sending of rays of fiery red light. Ginny smiled a little. 'Red, like my hair.' She thought.
"Gin? Earth to Ginny? You awake in there?"
Ginny was jerked back to reality when Draco shook her a little.
"Oh…sorry Draco. I…was thinking."
Draco let out an exasperated sigh, rolling back on the bed. He knew that as long as Harry Potter was alive, Ginny would never fully love him.
"Well…you should go, Gin." He said, gray eyes clouding over.
Ginny grabbed her belongings, her flame red hair tumbling over her shoulders.
'It's as if her head was on fire.' Draco mused, watching as she scrambled from sight.
"Goodbye, my love." He whispered, as her footsteps in the hall grew fainter.
"Goodbye."
