AN: I LOVE HARRY POTTER IT'S THE BEST THING ON THIS EARTH LIKE GOD ROWLING WRITE MORE PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASEE.
Uhm, right. Control.
DISCLAIMER: JKR owns HP (sadly). I wonder if she can gift it me on my birthday. Hmm.
Ginny doesn't like the idea of being protected.
It's all she ever got from Fred, aside from the teasing.
Her protection varies from- 'Oh, that gnome dare tease you, I got this,' to 'you're dating a guy? Let's see how he looks tied to pole in his underpants in the middle of winter next to the lake where the giant squid keeps prodding and poking his sides.'
Needless to say, she was sick of it.
Not that she didn't love Fred. It just got tiring sometimes (read: all the time). He just didn't give her the chance to prove herself. Also, no boy had the guts to approach her in fear of being the victim of spells cast by a particular Fred Weasley and a lifetime ban from Weasley Wizarding Weazes. The cowards.
Ginny never wanted to be protected by Fred again.
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Ginny missed him. She would've done anything to have the absymally annoying, idiotic, brave, amusing, full of life Fred beside her.
But what broke her heart more than Fred's death, was looking at George everyday. He didn't live anymore, he survived. Mun ensured that he stay at the Burrow to make sure he eats and sleeps correctly. Fred had died along with Georges' spirit. He had died taking a part of his loved ones with him.
Ginny quitely wiped a stray drop of water from her cheek from where she was lying near the Burrow's pond. She was not crying now. She just had something in her eye, maybe a twig or a branch. She let her eyes roam around the overgrown grass surrounding her and her eyesight landed on a gnome laughing at her, making faces.
Ginnys' lip quivered. She would do anything to have Fred throw the gnome over the yards, setting new records. She would do anything for his protection.
AN: Aaaand it's done. I wonder when I would get my self to write actual fanfictions. Sigh.