Title: Ginny's dream chance at love
By: Cutekjgirl
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: Don't own characters; they belong to J.K Rolling,
I just like playing with characters to my own will.
Warnings: Lesbian fun(smies), cutting, eventually probably a mention of rape/suicide/homicide/drug use, all the angst and world sucks stuff.
Author's note: I Finally got a beta!!! WOAH! Now people can read a lot easier.
Ginny writes:
Ginny Weasley 6th year--potions. Hogwarts school
Creative Potions Paper
Ginny sighed after she headed her potions paper. Why did Snape soundly want to be less serious now that she was 16? Couldn't he been the lovely dovy teacher when she was eleven? Not that he wasn't still a tough teacher, and secretly she new this had to be some kind of evil plan of his, because seriously, sense when did Professor Snape start handing out creative writing papers!?
Ginny looked up from her paper and saw Hermione reading intently her book. It was true Ginny didn't need to write this paper in the library, and it was maybe a distraction. Here she new she would find her curly haired friend, by more then chance, ands she could stare at her--and-fall more deeply in love.
Ginny looked back to her paper, sighing yet again. For this paper Snape gave her there was no reason to ask Hermione for help.
"Hermione, what is Frogsbreath exactly?" Ginny asked before and Hermione just laughed. 'That was just a brilliant question to ask' Ginny thought 'oh well at least she laughed'
'If I could create a perfect potion, I would make a love potion.' Before Ginny wrote more she sighed, she new she would regret writing something like this for Snape, but oh well, she was a Gryffindor. Isn't bravery what they stand for? True, there were love potions already but most of them didn't work and the others had a 'Romeo and Juliet consequence' warning to them.
Ginny started writing again 'Why would I create something in which most wizards either frown on or mock? I would do it because...'
"Hi Ginny, studying away?" Hermione said with pride. Maybe because she new at least one of her friends actually study on their own.
"Not really. Just writing a creative writing paper for Snape."
"Writing a creative writing paper for Snape?" Hermione said shocked.
"Yeah I know, I think the whole class was 'bout to faint"
"Hum. Knowing Snape, he'll probably actually make you do whatever you
wrote, somehow by the end of the hour, and if you don't do it its 50 points off for the house and he'll whisper the answers to all the Slytherins."
"Oh man, I didn't even think about that. Thanks Hermione" Ginny said sarcastically.
Hermione giggled, "Sorry, don't panic, I'll help you out. What's the assignment exactly?"
"If you could create the must perfect potion, what would you create?"
"And you have.." Hermione looked the work over, "a love potion."
Ginny blushed wishing she hadn't written that.
"Miss Weasley, a love potion. What's it suppose to do, make Harry fall in love with you."
Ginny frowned, couldn't her admiration at eleven for the Boy Who Lived, ever be let down.
"haha Hermione. You know I don't like Harry that way. Sides, who said the love potion was
for anyone to fall in love with me."
"It's true that any male who sees you falls in love with you at first sight, but since you're not aware of your good looks and beautiful mind, I was just thinking, why else would you create a love potion?"
"So I fall in love with someone that actually could love me." Ginny said suddenly feeling sick.
Hermione had a dumbfounded look on her face.
"Ginny.." Hermione started saying into Ginny started to leave
"I'll better take this back to our common room, don't really need to be here," Ginny interrupted as she walked away.
"Wait..Ginny," Hermione started but Ginny look at her stubbornly, "Um-I am coming with you, walk you back. I am done here, and you never know when a Draco passes by."
Ginny nodded, as they walked back in silence for awhile, neither of really knowing where they were walking.
"Hermione" Ginny softly said to get her heart's admiration attention, "You don't really think someone like Malfoy would hurt me would you?"
"No, I mean, He wouldn't dare try to hurt you. He'd have the whole pack of Gryfenders taunting or slaughtering him in every possible way. Sides your smart, you can stay out of the way of trouble."
"Yeah" Ginny sighed.
"Ginny, what's wrong? You're not acting like yourself? Did Malfoy threaten you..because if he did I swear I'll.."
"NO! Hermione..I swear no one is threatening me. Its just. Its just.., Its nothing."
"Okay that's it Ginny..Dont make me put a truth spell on you because I will.."
Ginny smiled but it quickly faded.
"Here" Hermione grabbed Ginny's hand and pulled her under the tree, realizing they somehow got outside, as they sat, "Talk to me, no one else it here. Just your best friend 'Mione here."
"That's the problem" Ginny mumbled looking down.
"What was that?" Hermione asked concerned.
Ginny sighed, "Nothing. I am sorry. I love you. I don't want to hurt you."
Hermione smiled slightly, "I should hope not."
Ginny looked down and played with the grass.
"Ginny, please tell me what's wrong, hun. I can't fix it, if I dont know what the problem is."
"I can't tell you, or I'll hurt you." Ginny cried slightly, but she quickly tried to brush it off before Hermione saw any tears.
"Ginny. Does this have to do with.." Hermione stop her words. She couldn't, she couldn't say the words. "Ginny why would anything you say hurt me?"
"Because it involves you...I didn't mean too" Ginny said crying into her knees.
"You didn't mean to what?" Hermione said now afraid.
"I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to fall for you," Ginny said still crying in her arms on her knees, afraid to look up.
"Fall? Fall for. Fall for me?" Hermione asked shivering. It was cold now and it had started to rain in the night.
Ginny just cried harder. Hermione held the girl to warm her up, "Here its cold, we should get inside."
Hermione helped the younger girl up, but Ginny didn't look up.
Ginny questioned, "Tell me?"
Hermione gulped, "Tell you what?"
Ginny pulled away, "Tell me you hate me! Tell me you can make it stop. Tell me you can create the perfect potion to make me stop feeling this! Make me to stop loving you. Make me stop going to library just to marvel over you. Making me stop wishing I could just kiss you, just make you feel this love that I feel for you. Just to show you the feeling I get when I see you. Make the pain stop just knowing, you could never feel the way I feel about you."
Ginny kept crying, as she falls back on to the ground which was now muddy as she beat it through her tears.
"Ginny," Hermione cried, "Come on, stop this. Stop hurting yourself."
Ginny laughed, "Stop hurting myself, like putting a knife to my skin could stop the feeling. I know I've tried. I even tried to wash the feeling off, staying in a shower for hours, just trying to wash the feeling off. Just trying--just trying to make it stop."
Hermione knelt next to the younger but slightly taller red head, moving the girls sleeves
to her robes up, seeing scars of cuts.
Hermione cried, "Why Ginny!?! Why did you have to hurt yourself?"
Ginny, "Don't you understand, Hermione? Don't you understand? I have to make it stop."
Hermione lifted the girl's head to face hers, "You listen to me, Ginny, don't you ever hurt yourself like this, promise me you'll never do this again. If I return the feeling or not, Promise me!
Ginny cried as she let her face fall again, "You-you just don't understand."
"Damn it Ginny, of course I understand. I love you; I love you so much this is killing me that you would hurt yourself over me. Do you understand!!"
Ginny just cried as Hermione lifted her face once again
"Look at me Ginny, don't you see it. Don't you see it in my eyes? I love you so much," Hermione said in tears, as she lean into Ginny and kissed her lips softly and shortly, but enough to slightly taste each others lips for the moment in the damp raining night.
"Hermione.." Ginny moaned.
"Promise me Ginny. Never hurt yourself. Promise me, never hurt yourself again."
Ginny leaned into Hermione closing her eyes, as Hermione held her. "I promise 'Mione."
Ginny fell a sleep drained, as Hermione just cried in the rain.
"Never again Ginny, never again," Hermione whispered as she cried.