(A/N) Heya! I had many, many annoying little plot-bunnies hopping around in my head and I took to my laptop (at one in the morning, I might add) and wrote a little beginning thingy-ma-bob! First 'fic, no flames unless absolutely nessacery...
Disclaimer: I do own Harry Potter. My name is Joanne Rowling and I always intended these couples to be together. Of course not! Do I look like a millonaire to you? Oh wait, you can't actually see me... What does a millionaire look like anyway?
Ginny Weasely had made the biggest mistake of her life, she was sure of it. Her entire holidays wasted doing something, looking for someone she didn't even want to meet. Yet she had to go, her obsession was starting to spiral, dragging her higher with it, up and away from her friends. It hurt her to think about it. The musty motel bed creaked and shuddered as the red-head tucked her legs under her chin, the springs squeaking as she shifted. Her wand twirled between her thin fingers. She exhaled loudly,
"Now, Gin. You have two options. Option one, you go back to Luna, tell her everything, break down and when she eventually tells Harry, your boyfriend," Ginny reminded herself fiercely, as a sob almost forced its way up her throat. "You will have to die the traitor's death you deserve, because between him, your brother and Draco, one of them will kill you." This time the sob escaped her and the sound echoed through the room, bringing tears to her eyes. Coward, she berated herself. To distract herself, Ginny focused her glazed eyes on the paintings on the peeling, mouldy pale yellow walls.
"Option two," she said faintly, diverting her gaze to her wand. Shaking her head, Ginny turned to the mirror and stared at her reflection. Well, she thought, I didn't expect the hell I've been through to show on my face, what an unexpected and delightful surprise. She raked one of her hands through her fiery hair. If she was going back to Luna's she decided she wasn't going back in the state she was in, and promptly began transfiguring the plain white curtains into a billowy white dress and prayed the weather would warm up for tomorrow. Ginny undressed and concentrated on ignoring the large purple-y bruises decorating her mid-section.
"Option two." She repeated. "One word and this all goes away…" Her eyes fixated on the mirror and sighed at her reflection with a mixture of pity and annoyance.
"What kind of a pickle did you get yourself into this time, Ginevra? Another tight-spot to be saved from? I wish I knew how to make the right choice. Harry 'Chosen One' Potter makes it look so easy!" Ginny sat down on plain desk chair and fidgeted with her wand. One decision, two choices.
"I know what you want to do you coward. But just this once I'll let you take the easy path, just promise me when this all comes back to bite you in the arse you'll have better sense to say I told you so in front of everyone, it'll make you look like a crazy person."
Somehow she found herself clutching the wand as if it were the only thing stopping her from crumpling in on herself all together. Her mirror image's hazel eyes looked at her shocked as she raised the wand to her temple.
"Obliviate"
(A/N) Its me again! This is a totally in progress 'fic, in fact it doesn't really have a plot yet... If you have any ideas (and I mean ANY ideas) PLEASE PM ME! I might not reply until January but I will try and incorparate as many ideas as humanly possible!
Love, HQ