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Yeah, well, just boppin' around, listening to some songs when Word Document mysteriously opened, and this came out of nowhere. Yeah, it's weird,I know. It just sorta...came to me. Anyway, please review!
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Ginerva Molly Weasley was beyond angry. She was sick of being second-class, the little sister, never important. And, the biggest reason of all, she wasn't the object of Harry Potter's affections. Oh no, she saw his longing glance at his bushy-haired friend, his excited grin whenever Hermione was near. What did he even see in that bookworm? Ginny was much prettier than her, Ginny scowled as she saw Harry tickle Hermione.
That little witch must have put him under some sort of trance. Yes, that was it, Ginny decided, making herself believe it, forcing herself to believe it, and by the next day, she believed it so thoroughly that even if she was to be under truth potion, she would say Hermione was spelling Harry. So, she spent all her time in the library, trying to find a cure to the curse, so Harry could rightly see how much better Ginny was for him than Hermione.
Slowly, her pretty hair became limp and lifeless. She grew bags under her eyes, her blue eyes haunted. Ginny's once-flawless skin was dotted with disfigures. Her skin was a sickly white color, and she never ate. She spent all her time in the library, researching. She graduated Hogwarts with the lowest scores, and Ginny just researched love potions, until one day, she just gave up. And why?
Because Harry Potter was to be wed to Hermione Jane Granger. And the invitation was in her hands. Along with a knife.
And as she ended her life and stared at the red blood, she was still convinced that Hermione had given him a potion, or cast him under a spell.
Because, Ginny was much better than Hermione, wasn't she? Yes, of course she was. So, she fell asleep happily, convinced Harry would realize his horrible mistake and join her.
She didn't know that Hermione really didn't do anything; she didn't know that Harry loved Hermione, she didn't know that her best friend was in love with her, she didn't know that as blood was pouring out of her wrists, the Golden Couple was officially Mr. and Mrs. Harry James Potter, and, she didn't know that she was much, much worse than Hermione, for Hermione thought of Ginny as a sister, and cried for weeks after her funeral.
She just didn't know.
Sad, isn't it, Harry mused somblerly ,how far an obsession will drive someone.
And he laid down a white rose on Ginerva Molly Weasley's grave, and walked away sadly, thinking of the future that young girl could have haven, if only she wasn't so obsessed with him.
For obsession is a powerful thing.