This right now is rated teen, but I don't know, I might change it, depending on which way it goes.
So none of this is mine, it all belongs to Ms. Rowling, please tell me what you think.
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Grass stains covered Ginny Weasley's white cotton flower print dress as she rolled down the hill in her back yard once again. Speeding up, she found herself at the bottom in a matter of seconds. Laughing, she pulled herself out of the heap she was in and lay on her back, watching the sky. She stayed there for hours watching the sun out of the corner of her eye –for it burned terribly when she looked at it straight on- get closer and closer to the horizon. It had just dipped its tip behind the hills when she heard her mother's call.
"Supper Ginny!" Molly Weasley called from the back steps. She banged together a pot and spoon that she held in her hands, calling the dogs from their frolicking outside as well. She waited to see her daughter appear over the hill. When she grew frustrated with Ginny's lack of appearance she banged the pot and spoon more ferociously together and yelled even louder, "Supper Ginny!"
Knowing she shouldn't try her mother's patience any longer, Ginny rose from her spot on the ground and started up the hill.
Looking down at her dress she could see no more white, and searching for tears, she found a twig wrapped in its folds as well as two large rips, one at her shoulder blade and the other at the bottom hem of her dress. Climbing the last few feet of the hill, Ginny huffed over the edge.
Her mother's gasp carried through the air to her and Ginny rolled her eyes. She knew she was a sight to see, but she was every night after romping in the woods. 'Five, four, three, two, one…' she counted off in her head.
"Ginerva Molly Weasley! You get yourself in this house at once and take off that dress!"
"Yes, mother," she called running the last steps to the back door and launching herself into the house.
She could her laughter and the clinking of glass in the kitchen as she made her way upstairs to her room. Glancing at her mirror she did a double take and fell to the floor in a fir of giggle s at what she saw.
Her dress was no longer white, instead a murky green/ brown color and her feet were black. Her hair looked like a birds-nest on fire, sticking up in places it shouldn't, red hair moving from the slight breeze coming through the bathroom window. There was a scratch across her cheek that was covered in dry blood that she must have got while running through the brush in the woods.
Pulling off her dress, she had to hold back another peel of laughter. There were lines where the dress ad been making her head, neck, arms, and shins black while her torso and thighs were left a milky white. Seeing that the tub was full Ginny pulled off her undergarments and slipped in.
She ran the soap over herself and enjoyed the comforting warmness of the water. Her family didn't have enough money to have regular warm water for the tub and they usually had to bathe in the icy creek down the road.
When she finally pulled out thirty minutes later the water was brown and she was a milky-white once again, except for under her toenails and fingernails.
Taking a comb off the bathroom dresser she raked through her hair, giving it no mercy.
After her hair was once again straight and free of tangles she quickly pulling on panties and a brassiere, she went to her room, pulling on the dress her mother had put on her bed for her.
Sliding into the kitchen she made her presence clear to everyone by shouting, "Let's eat!"
She took her spot at the serving table her mother brought out a scooped the lovely smelling soup into all seven of her brother bowls, the her mother's and father's, and finally herself.
Plopping in her chair she dug in. She laughed as everyone told of their adventures today.
When she told of her day running with the dogs and practicing her aim with her bow and arrows, her mother looked out the window disapprovingly. Everyone-else roared with laughter as Ginny told them of how Tiny (their biggest and meanest guard-dog) had run away from a squirrel that had been chirping at him high up in the balcony of the tree's.
As dinner came to an end, Ginny thought more about her mother and ignored her family's stories.
She knew her mother was excited when she heard that she had had the daughter that she had been waiting, and she knew that her mother was still grieving after discovering that really she had only had another son. Ever since Molly had been testing her womanly skills on Ginny, making her do embroidering or making her dresses just so would try them on and Molly could fuss over her.
They had seemed to be getting in more and more arguments lately, not that they didn't argue a lot before and Ginny had suspicions of the main reason being that Ginny wasn't yet ready to get married though she was of age.
Clearing the table after everyone had left, Ginny piled the dishes in the sink and pulled out her wand. Flicking it and saying a couple words under her breath, Ginny had the dishes cleaning themselves.
Ginny was about to close the curtains and call it a night, when her mother appeared at her door.
"Ginny," she started softly, hoping to keep the peace. "Today while I was at the market I met a woman with a son a few years older than you. His name is Seamus Finnegan, and by the sound of him, he's ruggedly handsome and a man with a soft side to him, just like you read about in those romance novels you read." Molly Weasley sat primply on the edge of Ginny's bed, as if she relaxed a bit her daughter would bite her.
It was true that Ginny enjoyed romance novels, the only real girly thing about her.
But, the men in those romance novels whisked their ladies away gallantly, and had a passion for their lady that was so strong it seemed to whip anyone else across the face.
Ginny was looking for that romance, not a boring and daily ritual one like her mother and father had.
"Not interested." Ginny stated going to pull her curtains closed.
"But dear," her mother tried to persuade her.
"Mom!" Ginny groaned swiveling on her heels and walking back over to the bed, plopping on the bed next to her mother in the comfortable position of on her back. The room was quite dark now that she had closed the curtains and Ginny immediately regretted doing it as she had to make a squinty and sour face to see her mothers expressions.
"Ginny, listen to me. This is your best chance, get married." Their was a pained expression on Molly Weasley's face as she waited for her daughter final choice.
"No." Ginny wasn't going to sway that easily, her mother should know that.
"Then you are summoned to the king's palace." Molly said, grimacing. All of them had heard horrible things about that place and no one besides the cruel and corrupted enjoyed the kings rule and presence it was said.
"What?!" Ginny shot up from her position, eyes wide, "No!"
"'Twas his command that all the unmarried women between the age of 16 and 20 appear in the court a week from tomorrow for a ball."
"Why me?" Ginny asked eyes still wide with shock.
"He notice said he needed all of your presence's." Her mother turned away from her. "That was all the paper said." Both shuddered. A group of women went in to the palace every four years and they were never seen again.
"They made a list of all of you and will come for you. If we resist they will take you by force and we shall be hung for betraying the kings law.
"Oh mum!" Ginny cried flinging herself at her mother, sobbing. She didn't want to go. She liked her life of plying. Outside in the rain and sun everyday. Both mother and daughter sobbed into each-others shoulders that night and fell asleep holding each other for what might be the last time.
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So what'd you think? Tell me, am I going to fast, does it suck, should I re-write it? Just tell me something, I want suggestions.
