A flash of red appeared in the corner of her eye as Romilda Vane made her way to the Great Hall, a lone figure in the nearly deserted grounds. Realizing what the color belonged to, she crouched quickly behind a large tree and watched through the opening between a twist of branches.
Her heart contracted in her chest and she clenched her jaw tightly as she witnessed the scene unfold before her eyes.
Ginny Weasley was sitting on the shore of the lake with Harry Potter. Their fingers were entwined and their bare feet were skimming the icy water.
He leaned in close and whispered something in her ear. She shivered visibly and gave an uncharacteristic giggle, dropping her head to his shoulder. He tilted his own head, placing it atop hers.
Romilda Vane felt herself shiver too, though it was out of anger rather than love. She was having a strange reaction, watching the couple. The urge to gag was drawing near, but jealousy seared through her, tugging angrily at her heart and mind.
She glared at the little redhead girl who dared to steal the boy she had set her eyes on, but the boy was uninterested in the peeping tom hidden behind them. He had eyes only for the young woman beside him, bending his head to press his lips to hers.
Romilda's mouth twisted into a sneer. She looked away quickly, but she knew the kiss had deepened, could see from the corner of her eyes- no matter how hard she tried to remove the image- that they had their arms around each other and their lips glued together.
The wind blew and the couple broke apart, but snuggled closer. Harry placed his arms protectively over his girlfriend, keeping her warm.
Romilda cursed the wind as she crossed her arms over her chest, trying to keep herself warm; she had no one to do it for her, nothing but the trees for protection, and their branches were already writhing, twisting away from her.
Everyone was at lunch now, and she supposed she should get a move on too. Unfortunately she could not pry her eyes away as she watched Harry lean down and kiss Ginny tenderly on her forehead– her boring, scarless forehead.
Romilda balled her hands into fists and walked out from behind the tree, stomping all the way to the Great Hall, and sitting angrily with her giggly friends. They did not notice anything was wrong; everyone had become accustomed to Romilda's rage… ever since that one Quidditch match.
A/N: This is an edited version of one of my other stories. It's not too different, but I'm a Fanfiction packrat and despite the fact that I've put up a revamped version, I refuse to take the other one down.
I found Romilda Vane very interesting. She was a character who showed up in HBP, had a strong personality, but was clearly only a background character. I'm strictly a Harry/Ginny Shipper, and Romilda's last name "Vane"/ "Vain" is enough for me to get the picture, but she's interesting nonetheless.
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