Title: Bed Side Secrets
Rating: PG-13 (Langauge and Sexual Content)
Author: OrganizedMess
Credit: Characters and names belong to J.K. Rowling. Nothing belongs to me!
'Ship: HP/GW
Time: 5 years after Ginny's graduation from Hogwarts.
Description: Ginny comes back to England after a long stay away to find old friends and new surprises.
Author's Note: This is just a test chapter; I want to see how people will respond to this idea. Enjoy!
Chapter 1 // Bright Lights
Let that city let you in
Let that city spit you out
Let that city take you down
For God's sake turn around.
- Matchbox 20 "Bright Lights"
I was home. After 5 years of being away: I, Ginny Weasley, was finally home. I stepped into my brand new flat on the outskirts of London and took in the smell. The wooden floor was bare and the walls were white and waiting to be decorated. I took a few steps in and dropped my suitcase and listened to the sound of my heels on the floor. It wasn't only that I had rented out my own 2 bedrooms flat with my American friend Nicole, but that I was back in England. New York and England are two very different places. New York feels congested, like people constantly had a stick up their ass and have no idea how to remove it. Yet in London, It felt more relaxed and moved a much slower pace than New Yorkers. Yes, I did love New York for the first few months I was there. But after a while, you need to take a breath and enjoy the sights around you instead of running past them.
You may be curious by now why I've been away for so long. I mean, all of my family lives over here so why didn't I find a job in London and stay close to home? What first comes to mind when you think of the name Weasley? Exactly. My last name had no respect in this town, I applied for every major witch magazine here and they all turned me down. I have the experience, I have the talent, but unfortunately I have the last name as well. So, I left England and all it's glory for American soil where I can start fresh .
Oh sod it! I can't keep lying to you. You guys are my new mates and we must start out fresh and clean. I didn't leave England because of my last name, though it did play a big part. Another reason was because of a Mr. Harry J. Potter.
Well, I can tell by the looks on your face that you know him. Yes, the one who defeated You-Know-Who so many years ago. What many people don't know is he's the same one who also broke my heart so many years ago. It began at my graduation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was exhilarated; I mean there isn't a feeling like working for something for so long and being rewarded at the end. I received top marks on my OWLs and my NEWTs and was ready to conquer the world and my heart. I was bursting to tell Harry how I felt about him, whether it was obvious or not. I was on top of the world. Nothing could bring me down. That is, until I saw another girl talking to him. She had long, brown curly hair much like my friend Hermione's hair. She wore a skirt I'm sure my mother would disapprove and ask her redundantly if she was chilly? As I was about to shrug her off and complete my sojourn to him, Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out something. It was small and glimmered in the bright sunlight. My breath was caught in my throat, I felt as if I were chocking and nobody could help me as she lifted her hand. I couldn't blink; I didn't want to blink as he put the ring on her right hand ring finger. I faintly heard people around me, patting me on the back and telling congratulations but they sounded distant. Like they were in the middle of the Forbidden Forest instead of standing next to me near the lake. I prayed to god that if I blinked then it would have been a daydream and Harry would be standing there, waiting for me to jump into his arms. I carefully blinked and opened my eyes but the mysterious women jumping into Harry's arms and Harry laughing loudly. He gave her a promise ring AT MY GRADUATION! What the fuck? This is my glory day, I'm suppose to be hugging him not her!
Finally, I regained feeling in my body and ran towards Hogsmeade where I could safely disparate home and get out of there. Hot tears ran down my face as I dodged my parents who were looking for me amongst the crowd. Finally when I reached the gate, I turned back and said a quiet goodbye to Hogwarts, and disparated home.
When I landed in my living room I saw gold and red streamers everywhere and a large banner flashing "CONGRADULATIONS". The house was ready for my graduation party but I didn't want any part of it. Guilt pains thrusted into my heart as I ran upstairs and packed hastily. I grabbed my jar full of graduation money I received over the year and thrusted in my small suitcase. Scribbling a note, I left it on my bed and glanced around my room. I grabbed my pictures of me and Hermione, my family members, me and Luna, and finally I saw a picture of me and Harry. It was taken my fifth year (his sixth year). We were smiling widely at the Hogsmeade entrance, his arm was wrapping around me. This was too much; I ripped the picture into shreds and ran out of the room. I was tired of this life of getting 2nd best things and being 2nd best. I was worth more than that and I needed to prove that not only to my family, not only to my friends, and not only to Harry but to myself. I heard the door swing open downstairs and my father's voice calling my name and quickly escaped through the kitchen and disparated as soon as I reached the backyard.
I spent a week in London, hiding out at a shabby hotel near Diagon Alley. I thought over and over, trying to convince myself not to go to America but I could only think of pros. A new life, a new job, and no Harry. Finally, I took a muggle plane to America (too afraid of disparating over seas) and within a week I got a job at "Cosmo Witch" as a current events writer.
I met Nicole Cook at a "Welcome to America" lunch the other reporters threw me. She was a witch from Chicago who prided herself in her fashion sense and wrote for the fashion section of the magazine. Looking for a flat mate (or as Americans refer to it as Room mates, which is ludicrous really because you share the entire flat not just a room! Silly Americans .) she offered and I quickly accepted: only having the clothes on my back and a few choice things in my suitcase.
Not to bore you with any more details, it took me a year to settle into my new job and new home. For the next 4 years I had very little contact with my family. I wrote them letters telling them I was fine and not to worry, not leaving a number of address of my location. Three months before we moved to London, the owners of the magazines (Maggie Mayer and Jonathan Kinsella) announced they were launching a new magazine in Britain and wanted both of us, along with a number of reporters, to transfer there. I thought about, again arguing with myself whether or not to go, when I convinced myself it was time to come to truths and come home. I missed my family and London terribly and needed to be home. So, of course I accepted and here I am.
Lovely story, eh? Told you I'm a good writer! Any who, back to reality.
Nicole came in behind me and dropped two suitcases behind her.
"Wow," she said with astonishment. "We are going to have fun decorating this. I had my mom tape a bunch of episodes of 'Trading Spaces' so we'll have plenty of tips."
"Sweetie, we have a show like that in London as well." I reminded her, suppressing a grin.
"I know, but I'm going to miss the American version." She pouted, kneeling down and popping open one of the suitcases. "So, shall we begin?" she pulled a miniature couch, arm chair, TV, and coffee table that look as if they belonged in a Barbie Doll's house. She and I placed them in strategic places, took out our wands, and said "Engorgio," and the furniture swelled back to the normal size. "Ahh, Lovely. We'll work on the bedroom later but now," she swiveled her body around and faced me, "I want to check out Diagon Alley."
"Diagon Alley? But it's like every other wizard neighborhood out there. You don't want to bored to death there." I sighed and plopped down on the couch.
"Gin, I know you don't want to face anybody from your past but your going to have to soon. Your back in your hometown, you will eventually bump into someone you know. Now, would you rather bump into them alone or with me?" Nicole said in a matter-of-fact voice that reminded me so much of Hermione that it hurt momentarily.
"Fine, you win." Ginny raised her hands in a defeated gestured and Nicole smirked as she turned towards her back and unzipped the other suitcase.
"Good, get your coat on and you might want to touch up on your make up. You know, just in case you see lover boy ag-AH! Hey! No throwing shoes at your flat mate, now!"
Rating: PG-13 (Langauge and Sexual Content)
Author: OrganizedMess
Credit: Characters and names belong to J.K. Rowling. Nothing belongs to me!
'Ship: HP/GW
Time: 5 years after Ginny's graduation from Hogwarts.
Description: Ginny comes back to England after a long stay away to find old friends and new surprises.
Author's Note: This is just a test chapter; I want to see how people will respond to this idea. Enjoy!
Chapter 1 // Bright Lights
Let that city let you in
Let that city spit you out
Let that city take you down
For God's sake turn around.
- Matchbox 20 "Bright Lights"
I was home. After 5 years of being away: I, Ginny Weasley, was finally home. I stepped into my brand new flat on the outskirts of London and took in the smell. The wooden floor was bare and the walls were white and waiting to be decorated. I took a few steps in and dropped my suitcase and listened to the sound of my heels on the floor. It wasn't only that I had rented out my own 2 bedrooms flat with my American friend Nicole, but that I was back in England. New York and England are two very different places. New York feels congested, like people constantly had a stick up their ass and have no idea how to remove it. Yet in London, It felt more relaxed and moved a much slower pace than New Yorkers. Yes, I did love New York for the first few months I was there. But after a while, you need to take a breath and enjoy the sights around you instead of running past them.
You may be curious by now why I've been away for so long. I mean, all of my family lives over here so why didn't I find a job in London and stay close to home? What first comes to mind when you think of the name Weasley? Exactly. My last name had no respect in this town, I applied for every major witch magazine here and they all turned me down. I have the experience, I have the talent, but unfortunately I have the last name as well. So, I left England and all it's glory for American soil where I can start fresh .
Oh sod it! I can't keep lying to you. You guys are my new mates and we must start out fresh and clean. I didn't leave England because of my last name, though it did play a big part. Another reason was because of a Mr. Harry J. Potter.
Well, I can tell by the looks on your face that you know him. Yes, the one who defeated You-Know-Who so many years ago. What many people don't know is he's the same one who also broke my heart so many years ago. It began at my graduation from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was exhilarated; I mean there isn't a feeling like working for something for so long and being rewarded at the end. I received top marks on my OWLs and my NEWTs and was ready to conquer the world and my heart. I was bursting to tell Harry how I felt about him, whether it was obvious or not. I was on top of the world. Nothing could bring me down. That is, until I saw another girl talking to him. She had long, brown curly hair much like my friend Hermione's hair. She wore a skirt I'm sure my mother would disapprove and ask her redundantly if she was chilly? As I was about to shrug her off and complete my sojourn to him, Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out something. It was small and glimmered in the bright sunlight. My breath was caught in my throat, I felt as if I were chocking and nobody could help me as she lifted her hand. I couldn't blink; I didn't want to blink as he put the ring on her right hand ring finger. I faintly heard people around me, patting me on the back and telling congratulations but they sounded distant. Like they were in the middle of the Forbidden Forest instead of standing next to me near the lake. I prayed to god that if I blinked then it would have been a daydream and Harry would be standing there, waiting for me to jump into his arms. I carefully blinked and opened my eyes but the mysterious women jumping into Harry's arms and Harry laughing loudly. He gave her a promise ring AT MY GRADUATION! What the fuck? This is my glory day, I'm suppose to be hugging him not her!
Finally, I regained feeling in my body and ran towards Hogsmeade where I could safely disparate home and get out of there. Hot tears ran down my face as I dodged my parents who were looking for me amongst the crowd. Finally when I reached the gate, I turned back and said a quiet goodbye to Hogwarts, and disparated home.
When I landed in my living room I saw gold and red streamers everywhere and a large banner flashing "CONGRADULATIONS". The house was ready for my graduation party but I didn't want any part of it. Guilt pains thrusted into my heart as I ran upstairs and packed hastily. I grabbed my jar full of graduation money I received over the year and thrusted in my small suitcase. Scribbling a note, I left it on my bed and glanced around my room. I grabbed my pictures of me and Hermione, my family members, me and Luna, and finally I saw a picture of me and Harry. It was taken my fifth year (his sixth year). We were smiling widely at the Hogsmeade entrance, his arm was wrapping around me. This was too much; I ripped the picture into shreds and ran out of the room. I was tired of this life of getting 2nd best things and being 2nd best. I was worth more than that and I needed to prove that not only to my family, not only to my friends, and not only to Harry but to myself. I heard the door swing open downstairs and my father's voice calling my name and quickly escaped through the kitchen and disparated as soon as I reached the backyard.
I spent a week in London, hiding out at a shabby hotel near Diagon Alley. I thought over and over, trying to convince myself not to go to America but I could only think of pros. A new life, a new job, and no Harry. Finally, I took a muggle plane to America (too afraid of disparating over seas) and within a week I got a job at "Cosmo Witch" as a current events writer.
I met Nicole Cook at a "Welcome to America" lunch the other reporters threw me. She was a witch from Chicago who prided herself in her fashion sense and wrote for the fashion section of the magazine. Looking for a flat mate (or as Americans refer to it as Room mates, which is ludicrous really because you share the entire flat not just a room! Silly Americans .) she offered and I quickly accepted: only having the clothes on my back and a few choice things in my suitcase.
Not to bore you with any more details, it took me a year to settle into my new job and new home. For the next 4 years I had very little contact with my family. I wrote them letters telling them I was fine and not to worry, not leaving a number of address of my location. Three months before we moved to London, the owners of the magazines (Maggie Mayer and Jonathan Kinsella) announced they were launching a new magazine in Britain and wanted both of us, along with a number of reporters, to transfer there. I thought about, again arguing with myself whether or not to go, when I convinced myself it was time to come to truths and come home. I missed my family and London terribly and needed to be home. So, of course I accepted and here I am.
Lovely story, eh? Told you I'm a good writer! Any who, back to reality.
Nicole came in behind me and dropped two suitcases behind her.
"Wow," she said with astonishment. "We are going to have fun decorating this. I had my mom tape a bunch of episodes of 'Trading Spaces' so we'll have plenty of tips."
"Sweetie, we have a show like that in London as well." I reminded her, suppressing a grin.
"I know, but I'm going to miss the American version." She pouted, kneeling down and popping open one of the suitcases. "So, shall we begin?" she pulled a miniature couch, arm chair, TV, and coffee table that look as if they belonged in a Barbie Doll's house. She and I placed them in strategic places, took out our wands, and said "Engorgio," and the furniture swelled back to the normal size. "Ahh, Lovely. We'll work on the bedroom later but now," she swiveled her body around and faced me, "I want to check out Diagon Alley."
"Diagon Alley? But it's like every other wizard neighborhood out there. You don't want to bored to death there." I sighed and plopped down on the couch.
"Gin, I know you don't want to face anybody from your past but your going to have to soon. Your back in your hometown, you will eventually bump into someone you know. Now, would you rather bump into them alone or with me?" Nicole said in a matter-of-fact voice that reminded me so much of Hermione that it hurt momentarily.
"Fine, you win." Ginny raised her hands in a defeated gestured and Nicole smirked as she turned towards her back and unzipped the other suitcase.
"Good, get your coat on and you might want to touch up on your make up. You know, just in case you see lover boy ag-AH! Hey! No throwing shoes at your flat mate, now!"