A drabble for the Drabble Tag on the Slytherin Corner forum.
Pairing: HarryGinny.
Prompt: Hermione. No dialogue.
Hello there, stranger.
She's been waiting for so long. She's been thinking of him all the time, and yet struggling not to – locked up all day in her tower (her bloody house, suffocating with anguish and terror), only slightly too red-headed and angryangryangry to fit the clichés. She's been helpless – and now her prince has returned, scarred and victorious, to sweep her off her feet.
(what could she say to him?)
She's been wronged somehow – this is too unfair. She was in Dumbledore's Army, part of a family of fighters, a passionate leader for the rebelling students of Hogwarts – she fought and almost got killed by Bellatrix Lestrange, no less – and yet, all it takes is a look, and that thought appears again in people's eyes: that girl doesn't belong here, she's too young!
Sixteen, a child – and she writhes with revolt inside, raw, furious strength crying out to be acknowledged. Isn't her hair flaming enough to show the brave blood in her veins? Aren't her eyes deep and shadowed with sleepless suffering? She could be Colin Creevey, dead a martyr – Luna Lovegood, broken angel back from Azkaban with timeless wisdom in her eyes, leaving everybody silent and collected – hell, she could be Hermione fucking Granger, the war hero, Harry's eternal support.
(if she were Hermione, having paid with her blood the right to stand by his side always, would it be easier to just reach out and kiss him?)
She couldn't care less about glory – but Ginny wants to belong, and she never quite belonged with him.
(the fourth in the Trio, the possessed little girl, unable to control her fate)
So she grabs him by the neck, and kisses him hard – because that violence in her ought to be expressed, somehow.
(and Hermione's shadow floats away)
(for a while)