"I'm going to marry Harry Potter." First year Ginny Weasley says wistfully one night. She's lying on her back on her bed, staring up at the scarlet canopy draping over it. Her other dorm mates, or "Bella and the posse", as most put them, stop their current conversation about how "Lewis Xavier was so going to ask Tally out" and turn toward the ginger.
"Oh, what, did he propose?" Bella snickers, rolling her eyes at the foolish little Weasley.
"No." Ginny frowns, biting her bottom lip slightly. "But I know it."
"As if." Frida crosses her arms. "Why would he marry someone like you?"
"Small." Bella smirks.
"Annoying." Rachel adds.
"Timid. I don't even know why you're a Gryffindor." Valerie seconds, placing a hand on her hip.
"You basically stalk him." Bella mutters. Ginny blushes at that comment. "And you're not even pretty."
"My mom said I'm beautiful." Ginny defends.
"And she has a lying mother."Bella laughs and her "posse" laughs along with her.
"He would too marry me!" Ginny cries, eyes welling up with tears. "I just know it!"
"Only way he would ever even go on a date with you would be out of pity." Bella sneers. At this, Ginny bursts into tears.
"And you're a baby!" Valerie giggles.
"Only adding onto the list here, Gin-Gin."
Ginny rushes down to the common room, only sobbing even more.
"She's such a baby." Bella rolls her eyes again.
"I know, right?" Rachel cheers.
"I mean, why would Harry Potter want to marry her?" Bella sneers. "If anyone he'd marry me."
"Oh, he so would!" Valerie squeals.
"I can see your wedding now!" Rachel claps. "Oh, Bella, it'll be so romantic!"
"Of course it will." Bella smirks.
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25-year-old Bella Hawthorn pads into her kitchen, tying her bathrobe around her naked body. "Bring me back something to eat, babe!" er… Nathan? Brendan? Jackson? Yeah, Jackson called from her bedroom.
Ignoring him, she goes over to a chubby, short, snowy owl perched on her windowsill. By further examination, she realizes it has a note tied around its leg. She unties the twine and rolls out the note attached to it. Written in a scrawl is a message.
I'm going to marry Harry Potter
-Gin-Gin
Bella sets down that note and picks up the cream colored envelope that was accompanying the note, opens it up, and slides out the card in it.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Harry Potter and Ginerva Weasley…
Blah. Little one-shot I've been planning to write for a while. Just got to it, heh heh. I don't own Harry Potter, blah blah blah. Review and you get a review on one of your stories. Promise.