I own nothiiiiiiiiiiing. I really wish I did. Wrote this for a beautiful friend :3
Insults invade my ears as I glide down the corridors. "GINGERS HAVE NO SOULS" "can someone smell burning?" and "oioi rusty" are being screamed my way. Just another day at hogwarts I sigh. My name is Ginny weasly,I am 15 years old and, I am a teenage witch. Well, everyone is here at Hogwarts! I'm usually a very popular girl, respected and at the higher end of the food chain. So why are you being bullied? I hear you ask. I blame my idiot of a brother, Ron. Think of the muggle singer Ed Sheeran; Da Daaaa you have Ron! Except Ed isn't a bloody great big idiot with blue balls.
It all started at the Quidditch final, Griffindor and Slytherin are drawing by 100-100. There's 1 minute left and we're sure Griffindor are going to win! Then what happened? Hermione jumped in celebration and my pervy, prat of a brother stared right at her breasts and missed Malfoy's winning shot. I mean, I don't blame him 'Mione is hot as fuck, but he lost us the game!
So. This is why I have insults being fired at me. This surely can't last long, the new season will be starting soon and they'll go for someone else. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself! I'm perfectly capable of sending a curse in the direction of the idiots, however it doesn't mean the insults don't hurt. As I reach the common room I smile at the fat lady and give her the latest password, she let's me through with ease. Probably recognises the ginger hair.. The living room is empty, only the roaring flame of the fire can be heard. I sink into the nearest chair and relax. My limbs ache from tension, head pounds from stress. I close my eyes and let my imagination flow, anywhere is better than here at the moment. I don't know if I'm dreaming but cool hands are rubbing my temples and oh my god it feels better than sex. I involuntary moan and slide deeper into the chair as the massage spreads over my head and shoulders, relaxing me completely. "isn't that better" I hear a husky yet soft feminine voice whisper in my ear; "the nargles will no longer bother you" then plump lips are placed on my forehead. This startles me, since when did day dreams become so vivid? I slowly open my eyeslids and I'm overwhelmed by the stony grey eyes and angellic features that grace my senses. "I'm here for you my love" my angel announces with a dazzling smile of pearly whiite teeth. No questions need to be asked or answered as her lips brush mine. I finally feel safe.
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