Lying never felt good. Lying never was good. Lying was sometimes the only way to save someone's life. As it was Ginevra Weasley was trapped in a bottomless pit of misery. Purely because she had told one , small, teeny white lie. Unfortunatly that lie had spiralled a bit out of control, but none of that for now. Lets take a look back to where this story began, let's say about two years ago.
Two Years Ago.
"Harry, Please! Listen to me, I didn't mean for this to happen. Please!" Ginny cried out, trying her damnest to make the Boy Wonder come back.
"Go and Tell someone who cares Ginevra. I don't" He had spat before disaparating with a CRACK. Ginny slipped down onto her doorstep and began to cry. He'd never called her Ginevra before. Not ever. That hurt more than the break up, or the accusations. Why had this happened? One simple little reason. Hermione Jean Granger.
Just at the thought of her name, Ginny's blood began to boil. With her thoughts clouded by anger and deceit she had leapt to her feet, and headed to the fireplace. Little Miss Prissy was going to learn about what she had caused. And she was going to fix it!
Grabbing a hand full of floo powder and standing in her fire, she realised she didn't actually know where Hermione Lived. No matter she was sure she would be with Ron.
Arriving in the warm kitchen in a spiral of green flames, Ginny Weasley looked fearful. When Hermione seen her, Her eyes grew scared. Ron missed this as he had just rushed forward to bestow a welcoming hug on his little sister. His hug was rejected however as the fiery red head stormed towards the mousy-brown.
"You Hermione Jean Granger are a horrid piece of work. Did you know that? Harry left me because of you! You had no right to say those things to him! None. You didn't know why I did what I did, why I said what I did. If you did maybe you wouldn't have run off blabbing. He wont let me explain, so now your going to. And you will tell him the god-damn truth!" Ginny stormed glowering down on the Curly haired witch who was slowly shrinking down into her chair.
"OI! Ginny lay of 'Mione. What's she done to you?" Ron demanded.
Ginny instantly rounded on him.
"Ask her! Go on ask her! She'll tell you." Ginny screamed. Glaring at Hermione one final time, She threw some choice Profanity at her, before flooing back to her own house. As her feet touched the floor, she felt all traces of fight evaporate from her system, and just sat in a heap, infront of the fire.
Present Day.
Thinking back Ginny decided she had been a bit harsh on Hermione. Still she shouldn't have blabbed. Ginny only did what she did to save all their bloody arses. Picking up the bottle of wine, she clambered to her feet. Today wasn't the day to make things right again. Maybe tomorrow was, but not today. Today was meant for eating, maybe going clubbing. But not for righting the wrongs.
Staggering into her dimly lit kitchen, her mind still buzzing with thoughts of the past, her head still cloudy from the alcohol, she didn't register the face at her kitchen table straight away. It wasn't until she saw the glint of his glasses, or his messy Raven hair did she finally break down.
Maybe she could right her wrongs today. Maybe she could get a chance at her life again. Maybe the universe didn't hate her enough to make her lose her one love over some stupid ultimatum kiss. Maybe Draco Malfoy was going to pay for giving her that ultimatum in the first place?
No matter the answer to any of them, Ginny knew the only answer she wanted to hear, was from Harry.
"Could you ever forgive me?" She said. For the first time in her life her voice was small. Scared. Timid.
Ginny Weasley had finally learnt not to lie. Well atleast not much anyway. How much harm could it do really?