Author's note: Harry Potter and friends, as well as enemies and
acquaintances do not belong to me, but are property of JK Rowling, etc. I
will keep to the truths laid down by J.K. Rowling, though of course, my
story cannot be all true, seeing as how it's a fan fiction. I cannot
promise to write in the same style as Rowling, but I will be trying. I
hope you enjoy. This is my first ever fan fic.
Ginny Weasley was crying.
She held in her hand a piece of parchment she had received by owl only
minutes ago. The note was from Dean Thomas, and every time she looked at
his signature she felt like tearing the note up. For some reason, however,
she couldn't make herself do it.
She and Dean had been dating since the end of their school year at
Hogwarts. She hadn't really expected the relationship to last forever (you
never do at that age) but she had not expected it to end after only three
months.
Ginny wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and gingerly set down the
note. As is predictable in times like this, she had read it through enough
times that she now had it memorized.
"Ginny,
I don't really know what's wrong, because the last few months really
have been great, and I've liked getting to know you. But recently
you've been so distant. I can't be in a serious relationship with
someone who won't open up to me. Your letters have just seemed empty
and void. I really can't explain it. I hope you understand. I guess
I'll see you at the first DA meeting.
Dean"
Ginny didn't understand. She had seemed distant recently? What would make
him think this? She walked away from the desk on which she had laid the
note and sat on her bed facing the window. She rubbed the palms of her
hands against her eyes and roughly lay back on her bed.
'Bollucks,' thought Ginny pulling her hands away from her face, and
flipping over to her stomach. From this angle, she was staring straight
through her door, not seeing it.
'Well, I guess this is my shortest relationship. This one was even shorter
than Michael Corner.' Thinking about other guys she had been with reminded
her of the infatuation she had had with Harry. 'That was pointless,' she
thought savagely. 'Not only did it almost get us both killed, but he
seems, from my point of view, to be as stuck on Hermione as Ron is.'
"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley yelled from downstairs. "Breakfast!"
Ginny got up, checked the mirror, dabbed a bit more at her eyes and opened
the door, walking down the stairs in number twelve Grimmauld Place. Not
exactly the kind of place that can cheer a person up.
After breakfast, at which Mrs. Weasley had declared that Harry and Hermione
would be joining them within the next few hours, Ginny waited until she was
out of earshot before flying up the stairs as if she'd been catapulted. If
Hermione was going to be showing up, she'd have to make sure the letter
wasn't in view and the room was cleaned. Hermione had this uncanny way of
reading Ginny's thoughts when she, Ginny, was upset.
Shoving the note into a random page of her "new" second-hand spell book,
(which she then tossed, unceremoniously, into her truck) she proceeded to
tidy up the room she had had to herself all summer.
Just as she was folding up the last of her robes, and the muggle outfit
that she had worn at the beginning of the summer, and had yet to put away,
she heard a soft knock on the door.
"May I come in?" asked Hermione's voice as the door opened slowly.
Hearing no reluctance, she pushed the door the rest of the way open and
stepped in dragging her trunk behind her. Crookshanks bounded in after her
and settled himself on top of the trunk as soon as Hermione let it down.
"Hello!" cried Ginny a little too enthusiastically. "How was your
summer?"
"Fine," answered Hermione, setting down other random items.
"Oh, er...mine too," said Ginny. At this, Hermione finally looked at her;
suspiciously.
"What's wrong, Ginny?" asked Hermione gently, having read something in
Ginny's face.
Ginny Weasley started crying again.
acquaintances do not belong to me, but are property of JK Rowling, etc. I
will keep to the truths laid down by J.K. Rowling, though of course, my
story cannot be all true, seeing as how it's a fan fiction. I cannot
promise to write in the same style as Rowling, but I will be trying. I
hope you enjoy. This is my first ever fan fic.
Ginny Weasley was crying.
She held in her hand a piece of parchment she had received by owl only
minutes ago. The note was from Dean Thomas, and every time she looked at
his signature she felt like tearing the note up. For some reason, however,
she couldn't make herself do it.
She and Dean had been dating since the end of their school year at
Hogwarts. She hadn't really expected the relationship to last forever (you
never do at that age) but she had not expected it to end after only three
months.
Ginny wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and gingerly set down the
note. As is predictable in times like this, she had read it through enough
times that she now had it memorized.
"Ginny,
I don't really know what's wrong, because the last few months really
have been great, and I've liked getting to know you. But recently
you've been so distant. I can't be in a serious relationship with
someone who won't open up to me. Your letters have just seemed empty
and void. I really can't explain it. I hope you understand. I guess
I'll see you at the first DA meeting.
Dean"
Ginny didn't understand. She had seemed distant recently? What would make
him think this? She walked away from the desk on which she had laid the
note and sat on her bed facing the window. She rubbed the palms of her
hands against her eyes and roughly lay back on her bed.
'Bollucks,' thought Ginny pulling her hands away from her face, and
flipping over to her stomach. From this angle, she was staring straight
through her door, not seeing it.
'Well, I guess this is my shortest relationship. This one was even shorter
than Michael Corner.' Thinking about other guys she had been with reminded
her of the infatuation she had had with Harry. 'That was pointless,' she
thought savagely. 'Not only did it almost get us both killed, but he
seems, from my point of view, to be as stuck on Hermione as Ron is.'
"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley yelled from downstairs. "Breakfast!"
Ginny got up, checked the mirror, dabbed a bit more at her eyes and opened
the door, walking down the stairs in number twelve Grimmauld Place. Not
exactly the kind of place that can cheer a person up.
After breakfast, at which Mrs. Weasley had declared that Harry and Hermione
would be joining them within the next few hours, Ginny waited until she was
out of earshot before flying up the stairs as if she'd been catapulted. If
Hermione was going to be showing up, she'd have to make sure the letter
wasn't in view and the room was cleaned. Hermione had this uncanny way of
reading Ginny's thoughts when she, Ginny, was upset.
Shoving the note into a random page of her "new" second-hand spell book,
(which she then tossed, unceremoniously, into her truck) she proceeded to
tidy up the room she had had to herself all summer.
Just as she was folding up the last of her robes, and the muggle outfit
that she had worn at the beginning of the summer, and had yet to put away,
she heard a soft knock on the door.
"May I come in?" asked Hermione's voice as the door opened slowly.
Hearing no reluctance, she pushed the door the rest of the way open and
stepped in dragging her trunk behind her. Crookshanks bounded in after her
and settled himself on top of the trunk as soon as Hermione let it down.
"Hello!" cried Ginny a little too enthusiastically. "How was your
summer?"
"Fine," answered Hermione, setting down other random items.
"Oh, er...mine too," said Ginny. At this, Hermione finally looked at her;
suspiciously.
"What's wrong, Ginny?" asked Hermione gently, having read something in
Ginny's face.
Ginny Weasley started crying again.