Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd be happy. They're not, but I am *grin*
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Ginny wiped the tears from her face and tried to smile. Think beautiful; think perfect, she told herself. She used to think that beauty was a marvel, something she could long for and covet, but never get. Now she was definitely pretty. Her hair had stopped being so frizzy, and now it was easily tamed. She had not grown very much, but she had gained JUST enough weight to stop looking like a stick and start looking like a woman. And she was not happy.
Ginny hated tears. She hated emotion on a whole, which was why she was so upset when she started liking Harry. She had never really liked any guys before, then she saw Harry. Without realizing it, she showed him how much she loved him.
A couple years later, she realized that her love had been foolish and childish. Not that there was anything wrong with Harry, it was just that- well-he wasn't the guy she loved. He was sweet, and she supposed that when she first saw him, she was young and saw a cute boy that was kind to her, and immediately developed a crush. She shook her head and smiled a little. It was funny; the way things seemed when you looked back on them.
Ginny crossed her arms and looked down. She didn't want to see people. She had just been told, by the guy himself, that Draco didn't like her. It was stupid, really, to cry. She had in fact been thinking of dumping him-but still. The way he said it. She thought he changed, he had been sweet and kind, and then he just said, "I feel tied up. Guess we shouldn't go out," and just left. The jerk.
Suddenly, she felt someone put their arms around her shoulders. She stiffened, hoping it wasn't Draco.
"You ok," said a 6th year kindly. Ginny, for some reason, felt like hitting him. Guys were shallow! Look at Hermione-a 6th year who was nice, and had become very likable, but wasn't hot. Yet if she cried, no guy would notice. And no one had seen Ginny crying-at least, she hoped they hadn't. She involuntarily reached up, but fortunately there were no tears left. She was still ok.
"I'm fine," Ginny finally answered. The guy smiled and left. Ginny looked after him. She really hated this.
It seemed that half the guys in the school would be "willing" to go out with her. A couple years ago, she would have been very happy to hear this, but now-well, now was different. She felt as though she HAD to get a boyfriend-and she didn't want one. Even Harry had asked her out-and seemed very hurt when she politely declined. Oh well, many girls liked him; he could be very happy.
Later, Ginny slipped into Harry's room. She had gotten very good at this sneaking around. He had a Firebolt, a broom that she could never wish to get. She wanted one so badly, but would never be able to afford it. She slipped outside again, broomstick in hand.
When Ginny was in the air, the world was somehow right again. She never worried when the wind flew past her hair, caressing her skin and sliding worries right out of her brain. She smiled, even laughed, when she was flying. She could never be this happy on the ground, only in the air.
Suddenly, Madame Hooch appeared. Ginny felt like screaming. She could see her on the ground, looking up. This was bad, awful, horrible. If Madame Hooch ever found out-Ginny shivered. Maybe she could just hide.
"Ginny Weasley!" said Madame Hooch, "Get down here this instant!"
Ginny sighed. So much for hiding.
Ginny wiped the tears from her face and tried to smile. Think beautiful; think perfect, she told herself. She used to think that beauty was a marvel, something she could long for and covet, but never get. Now she was definitely pretty. Her hair had stopped being so frizzy, and now it was easily tamed. She had not grown very much, but she had gained JUST enough weight to stop looking like a stick and start looking like a woman. And she was not happy.
Ginny hated tears. She hated emotion on a whole, which was why she was so upset when she started liking Harry. She had never really liked any guys before, then she saw Harry. Without realizing it, she showed him how much she loved him.
A couple years later, she realized that her love had been foolish and childish. Not that there was anything wrong with Harry, it was just that- well-he wasn't the guy she loved. He was sweet, and she supposed that when she first saw him, she was young and saw a cute boy that was kind to her, and immediately developed a crush. She shook her head and smiled a little. It was funny; the way things seemed when you looked back on them.
Ginny crossed her arms and looked down. She didn't want to see people. She had just been told, by the guy himself, that Draco didn't like her. It was stupid, really, to cry. She had in fact been thinking of dumping him-but still. The way he said it. She thought he changed, he had been sweet and kind, and then he just said, "I feel tied up. Guess we shouldn't go out," and just left. The jerk.
Suddenly, she felt someone put their arms around her shoulders. She stiffened, hoping it wasn't Draco.
"You ok," said a 6th year kindly. Ginny, for some reason, felt like hitting him. Guys were shallow! Look at Hermione-a 6th year who was nice, and had become very likable, but wasn't hot. Yet if she cried, no guy would notice. And no one had seen Ginny crying-at least, she hoped they hadn't. She involuntarily reached up, but fortunately there were no tears left. She was still ok.
"I'm fine," Ginny finally answered. The guy smiled and left. Ginny looked after him. She really hated this.
It seemed that half the guys in the school would be "willing" to go out with her. A couple years ago, she would have been very happy to hear this, but now-well, now was different. She felt as though she HAD to get a boyfriend-and she didn't want one. Even Harry had asked her out-and seemed very hurt when she politely declined. Oh well, many girls liked him; he could be very happy.
Later, Ginny slipped into Harry's room. She had gotten very good at this sneaking around. He had a Firebolt, a broom that she could never wish to get. She wanted one so badly, but would never be able to afford it. She slipped outside again, broomstick in hand.
When Ginny was in the air, the world was somehow right again. She never worried when the wind flew past her hair, caressing her skin and sliding worries right out of her brain. She smiled, even laughed, when she was flying. She could never be this happy on the ground, only in the air.
Suddenly, Madame Hooch appeared. Ginny felt like screaming. She could see her on the ground, looking up. This was bad, awful, horrible. If Madame Hooch ever found out-Ginny shivered. Maybe she could just hide.
"Ginny Weasley!" said Madame Hooch, "Get down here this instant!"
Ginny sighed. So much for hiding.