Silver Edge
A Ginny Weasley Story
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A/N: Alrighty. This is my new and improved, never before seen, precious series. Everything besides Cheryl, Jamie and Alyssa belong to the Supreme Goddess, Joanne Kathleen Rowling, who, in my opinion, should live on Mount Olympus with the Greek gods. But that's just my opinion. This is another story that kept pecking at me mercilessly to be written. I'll try my best to get a new chapter out for each story every week. TRY. TRY is the key word. I love reviews, (Hint hint, wink wink), so please review, unless you are one of the lazy people like myself! Enjoy!
1 Chapter 1: Crushes & Letters
Ginny sighed and looked out the window of her small, simple room. She wished she could be outside, where there was room. She felt so cramped. Her walls were an off white color, with posters and drawings and photos hanging everywhere. The carpet was a deep, alluring purple. The room was medium large, and it accommodated a twin size bed with two fluffy pillows, soft sheets with a flower pattern, and a warm reversible comforter, a bedside table with a lavender slipcover and a green vase filled with lilies, two different chairs, a small dresser and floor shelf, a stand for her books and a makeshift sitting area fashioned out of sheets and makeshift pillows. There was also a small muggle radio in the corner. Ginny had discovered that her favorite station was one that played American muggle country tunes. It was currently playing, a song by Faith Hill floating through the window. She was on a cleaning spree, and she stood by her bed, folding clothes. Besides her room, her clothes were the only things she was proud of.
When she started first year, Alyssa, who was a born-and-bred American, had immediately sorted through her own wardrobe and given Ginny almost half of it. Ginny, who had been used to her long ragged skirts and turtleneck sweaters, hadn't touched them. In her third year, though, Alyssa took Ginny out to some muggle stores, one called Gen X, another Hot Topic, and a third store, where Ginny spent her life savings. Luckily, she had bought everything much to big so she could start wearing it in fourth year. She had shot up at least seven inches, and she figured that she was at most an inch shorter than Harry. She hadn't looked in the mirror in the past few weeks; her new teenage acne outburst had occurred. She had written her friends, the famous Alyssa, and the averagely known Jamie and Cheryl. They hadn't written her back yet, though. Ginny knew that her nerves couldn't take much more of it. She had also written Harry. She had been quite embarrassed to do so, however. Ginny had felt the blush rising in her cheeks when she wrote the letter telling Harry that she had to speak to him when he got there. Alyssa, Jamie and Cheryl were coming a week earlier than him. Well, she mainly needed Alyssa, with her expert makeup, hairstyle and clothing knowledge, but she knew that Jamie and Cheryl would flip a stack if she didn't invite them too.
Ginny didn't know why, but she couldn't picture life without Jamie and Cheryl and Alyssa. Alyssa was the one who encouraged you to do something like set the Whomping Willow on fire. She was outgoing and vivacious and always looking for trouble. Cheryl was quiet, but when she talked she said strange things that seemed to make everyone laugh. Jamie was loud, and Alyssa found it annoying but she only confided in Ginny. This was good, because Cheryl was known to snitch as soon as she heard a good, juicy secret.
Ginny's thoughts traveled on a thought train and stopped at Harry. This summer, she just HAD to tell him how she felt. She knew that it wouldn't just go away if she told it to. She felt a blush rise in her cheeks, and tried to imagine she and him together, but Cho's replaced Ginny's face. Ginny choked a sob and dashed over to her dresser, searching for the silver blade a rat had pushed from his hole in the kitchen. The door creaked, and Ginny spun around, only to see her sister-in-law to be, Fleur Delacour, in a blue satin robe, her hair straggly and her eyes dull.
"Quick, Ginny," She choked, "Iz anyone in ze loo?" She put a hand up to her mouth as of she was going to throw up.
"No," Ginny motioned to the bathroom that had been reserved especially for her. "Go right ahead." Fleur ran and threw the door open, and after she closed it, Ginny could hear her wretching.
She turned back to the blade and stared. Was she still alive? It seemed like she was in hell. Nothing went right for her, ever. Ginny picked up the blade, and with a trembling hand, drew it across her left fingertip. The blood dripped out, and it stung something awful, but only for a minute. She set the blade down and smiled. Well, at least she knew she was still alive. She HAD bled, after all.
A tawny owl swooped in just then, accompanied by a snowy owl that was a bit smaller. Ginny snatched the letter from the tawny owl, and recognized Alyssa's messy scrawl. She opened it and read;
Hey, girl? How've you been? I hope things are all right
for ya, and don't be having too much fun. Cheryl says
Hiya Piya and Jamie say Hi. We all are comin in a
week, I think. Remember, have fun in the sun, get laid
in the shade!
Love Us Always, Alyssa, Jamie, and Cheryl
Ginny frowned at Alyssa's oh so not perfect grammar. She sat the letter down and picked up the next letter. Hedwig nipped her and flew over to her glass of water on the bedside table. This one was from Harry. It said:
Dear Ginny,
I hope you're doing well and I look forward to seeing how much you've grown over the summer. Ron insists that I stay off of you, so I'm guessing you've changed quite a bit,
Love, from Harry
Ginny set the letter down. RON has SAID that? Oooh, she would kill him! But… but Harry had said love. Love. No, no he couldn't love me. I'm his best friends little sister, I am by FAR pretty, and I will NOT look at myself in the mirror! Ginny's eyes began looking towards the door, in the direction of Bill and Fleur's room.
"I will NOT look!" She screamed at herself mentally.
But her curiosity got the best of her, and she walked over to the full- length mirror in Fleur and Bill's room, and stared at how different she looked.
A/N: All right. I spent TEN minutes of my precious lifespan trying to think of whether to end the story here or not. However, I SHALL end it here because I need to work on Forever And A Day. Hope you guys have a good weekend!
;) Dani
A Ginny Weasley Story
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A/N: Alrighty. This is my new and improved, never before seen, precious series. Everything besides Cheryl, Jamie and Alyssa belong to the Supreme Goddess, Joanne Kathleen Rowling, who, in my opinion, should live on Mount Olympus with the Greek gods. But that's just my opinion. This is another story that kept pecking at me mercilessly to be written. I'll try my best to get a new chapter out for each story every week. TRY. TRY is the key word. I love reviews, (Hint hint, wink wink), so please review, unless you are one of the lazy people like myself! Enjoy!
1 Chapter 1: Crushes & Letters
Ginny sighed and looked out the window of her small, simple room. She wished she could be outside, where there was room. She felt so cramped. Her walls were an off white color, with posters and drawings and photos hanging everywhere. The carpet was a deep, alluring purple. The room was medium large, and it accommodated a twin size bed with two fluffy pillows, soft sheets with a flower pattern, and a warm reversible comforter, a bedside table with a lavender slipcover and a green vase filled with lilies, two different chairs, a small dresser and floor shelf, a stand for her books and a makeshift sitting area fashioned out of sheets and makeshift pillows. There was also a small muggle radio in the corner. Ginny had discovered that her favorite station was one that played American muggle country tunes. It was currently playing, a song by Faith Hill floating through the window. She was on a cleaning spree, and she stood by her bed, folding clothes. Besides her room, her clothes were the only things she was proud of.
When she started first year, Alyssa, who was a born-and-bred American, had immediately sorted through her own wardrobe and given Ginny almost half of it. Ginny, who had been used to her long ragged skirts and turtleneck sweaters, hadn't touched them. In her third year, though, Alyssa took Ginny out to some muggle stores, one called Gen X, another Hot Topic, and a third store, where Ginny spent her life savings. Luckily, she had bought everything much to big so she could start wearing it in fourth year. She had shot up at least seven inches, and she figured that she was at most an inch shorter than Harry. She hadn't looked in the mirror in the past few weeks; her new teenage acne outburst had occurred. She had written her friends, the famous Alyssa, and the averagely known Jamie and Cheryl. They hadn't written her back yet, though. Ginny knew that her nerves couldn't take much more of it. She had also written Harry. She had been quite embarrassed to do so, however. Ginny had felt the blush rising in her cheeks when she wrote the letter telling Harry that she had to speak to him when he got there. Alyssa, Jamie and Cheryl were coming a week earlier than him. Well, she mainly needed Alyssa, with her expert makeup, hairstyle and clothing knowledge, but she knew that Jamie and Cheryl would flip a stack if she didn't invite them too.
Ginny didn't know why, but she couldn't picture life without Jamie and Cheryl and Alyssa. Alyssa was the one who encouraged you to do something like set the Whomping Willow on fire. She was outgoing and vivacious and always looking for trouble. Cheryl was quiet, but when she talked she said strange things that seemed to make everyone laugh. Jamie was loud, and Alyssa found it annoying but she only confided in Ginny. This was good, because Cheryl was known to snitch as soon as she heard a good, juicy secret.
Ginny's thoughts traveled on a thought train and stopped at Harry. This summer, she just HAD to tell him how she felt. She knew that it wouldn't just go away if she told it to. She felt a blush rise in her cheeks, and tried to imagine she and him together, but Cho's replaced Ginny's face. Ginny choked a sob and dashed over to her dresser, searching for the silver blade a rat had pushed from his hole in the kitchen. The door creaked, and Ginny spun around, only to see her sister-in-law to be, Fleur Delacour, in a blue satin robe, her hair straggly and her eyes dull.
"Quick, Ginny," She choked, "Iz anyone in ze loo?" She put a hand up to her mouth as of she was going to throw up.
"No," Ginny motioned to the bathroom that had been reserved especially for her. "Go right ahead." Fleur ran and threw the door open, and after she closed it, Ginny could hear her wretching.
She turned back to the blade and stared. Was she still alive? It seemed like she was in hell. Nothing went right for her, ever. Ginny picked up the blade, and with a trembling hand, drew it across her left fingertip. The blood dripped out, and it stung something awful, but only for a minute. She set the blade down and smiled. Well, at least she knew she was still alive. She HAD bled, after all.
A tawny owl swooped in just then, accompanied by a snowy owl that was a bit smaller. Ginny snatched the letter from the tawny owl, and recognized Alyssa's messy scrawl. She opened it and read;
Hey, girl? How've you been? I hope things are all right
for ya, and don't be having too much fun. Cheryl says
Hiya Piya and Jamie say Hi. We all are comin in a
week, I think. Remember, have fun in the sun, get laid
in the shade!
Love Us Always, Alyssa, Jamie, and Cheryl
Ginny frowned at Alyssa's oh so not perfect grammar. She sat the letter down and picked up the next letter. Hedwig nipped her and flew over to her glass of water on the bedside table. This one was from Harry. It said:
Dear Ginny,
I hope you're doing well and I look forward to seeing how much you've grown over the summer. Ron insists that I stay off of you, so I'm guessing you've changed quite a bit,
Love, from Harry
Ginny set the letter down. RON has SAID that? Oooh, she would kill him! But… but Harry had said love. Love. No, no he couldn't love me. I'm his best friends little sister, I am by FAR pretty, and I will NOT look at myself in the mirror! Ginny's eyes began looking towards the door, in the direction of Bill and Fleur's room.
"I will NOT look!" She screamed at herself mentally.
But her curiosity got the best of her, and she walked over to the full- length mirror in Fleur and Bill's room, and stared at how different she looked.
A/N: All right. I spent TEN minutes of my precious lifespan trying to think of whether to end the story here or not. However, I SHALL end it here because I need to work on Forever And A Day. Hope you guys have a good weekend!
;) Dani