Author's Note: This is what happens when I get depressed and then listen to pop songs. Just tell me what you think, this is my first small fic and so... yeah. I'm not entirely sure if its a one-shot or drabble... I'll just say its drabble. Give me your thoughts.
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter...
Release
Astrea Von Hurston
The sky was nothing more than angry gray clouds, practically smothering her as she laid on the wet and lush grass of the school grounds, loose curls of red hair strewn out along her shoulders, a few catching in the mellow waves of the lake that she resided by. Brown eyes, flecked with blue gazed up with bitter happiness, her lightly freckled nose scrunching up as the first tears of the sky released themselves, and soon the sky was weeping, its moans of grief echoing through the air just before a strike of lightning hit the tree right beside her, yet she paid no mind.
Her pale, freckled skin glistened as it absorbed the moisture, cherry red hair becoming a shade of crimson as the damp mane fell along her face and back, water dripping and running down the skin beneath her uniform.
She removed her robes and threw them to the side, clad only in a knee-length skirt, and a blouse with a few buttons loose, allowing a modest view of her cleavage. Her shoes, socks, and tie were removed, thrown aside like heavy burdens.
Ginny Weasley let out a heart felt scream, releasing the emotions she felt when she had escaped from the castle, when she had found out that Harry was cheating on her, when she had sat in self-pity... and it felt fuckin' good.
Her screams of joy, grief, misery, freedom, and the fact that the rain made her high echoed throughout the grounds, the school, and made itself known through the Forbidden Forest, which released a dozen birds in acknowledgment.
Ginny twirled around, her clothes soaking in nature's whiskey, screaming occasionally when she felt that memorable spur of the moment. Lightning cracked through the sky, making her glow in brilliance.
It was intoxicating. The water, the moist ground that made her slip and slide, the feeling of her hair whipping around her in the wind, rumbling thunder, and the feelings she let loose upon the unsuspecting world. She danced in the rain, splashing her bare feet against the shallow waters of the lake, putting her hands above her head as she spun around.
The dance grew faster as hail began to fall around her.
Looking back, she didn't care that she had gotten into serious trouble, that she had caught pneumonia and died...
All that mattered was that one last and final scream she had released before falling to the ground... crying and laughing.
Final Author's Note: How was that? I don't want to comment my own writing here... bleh.
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Harry Potter...
Astrea Von Hurston
The sky was nothing more than angry gray clouds, practically smothering her as she laid on the wet and lush grass of the school grounds, loose curls of red hair strewn out along her shoulders, a few catching in the mellow waves of the lake that she resided by. Brown eyes, flecked with blue gazed up with bitter happiness, her lightly freckled nose scrunching up as the first tears of the sky released themselves, and soon the sky was weeping, its moans of grief echoing through the air just before a strike of lightning hit the tree right beside her, yet she paid no mind.
Her pale, freckled skin glistened as it absorbed the moisture, cherry red hair becoming a shade of crimson as the damp mane fell along her face and back, water dripping and running down the skin beneath her uniform.
She removed her robes and threw them to the side, clad only in a knee-length skirt, and a blouse with a few buttons loose, allowing a modest view of her cleavage. Her shoes, socks, and tie were removed, thrown aside like heavy burdens.
Ginny Weasley let out a heart felt scream, releasing the emotions she felt when she had escaped from the castle, when she had found out that Harry was cheating on her, when she had sat in self-pity... and it felt fuckin' good.
Her screams of joy, grief, misery, freedom, and the fact that the rain made her high echoed throughout the grounds, the school, and made itself known through the Forbidden Forest, which released a dozen birds in acknowledgment.
Ginny twirled around, her clothes soaking in nature's whiskey, screaming occasionally when she felt that memorable spur of the moment. Lightning cracked through the sky, making her glow in brilliance.
It was intoxicating. The water, the moist ground that made her slip and slide, the feeling of her hair whipping around her in the wind, rumbling thunder, and the feelings she let loose upon the unsuspecting world. She danced in the rain, splashing her bare feet against the shallow waters of the lake, putting her hands above her head as she spun around.
The dance grew faster as hail began to fall around her.
Looking back, she didn't care that she had gotten into serious trouble, that she had caught pneumonia and died...
All that mattered was that one last and final scream she had released before falling to the ground... crying and laughing.
Final Author's Note: How was that? I don't want to comment my own writing here... bleh.