'Not since the Funeral' A Hinny Angst fanfiction
Ginny opened her eyes blearily. Light was shining dimly through her window, illuminating her small room.
Ginny coughed. She could feel her throat burning, and her eyes watering. The flu? During the holidays? Just great…
She sat up in bed, and rubbed her eyes. Her skin felt clammy, and she didn't want to think about what her breath smelled like.
There was a sharp knock at her bedroom door.
'Come in' croaked Ginny, assuming it was her mum checking on how she was.
To her surprise, a messy-haired face wearing glasses appeared around the door.
'H-harry?' Ginny squeaked, pulling her covers up over her pyjamas 'H-how did you–?'
'Your mum let me in' said Harry, smiling apologetically.
Ginny scowled as Harry closed the door behind him. He was wearing a Weasley jumper and a pair of jeans. His glasses kept slipping down his nose, and the light through the window kept catching his hair so that it looked like an angel's halo.
Ginny could feel her face burning, and she hastily dropped her gaze to her lap. Harry, not noticing this, kneeled down beside her bed, his face now level with Ginny's.
'You okay?' he asked, his face concerned. Ginny's heart began to beat faster.
'N-not really' she muttered, her voice cracking 'I think I've caught the flu'
Harry's face fell. Ginny's stomach gave a guilty squirm- they had planned to spend the holidays together, but now that clearly couldn't happen. She dropped her eyes to her lap, wanting desperately to avoid the hurt look in Harry's eyes.
'Gin' Harry's voice grew louder, and before she knew what was happening, Ginny found herself wrapped in his arms 'That's okay- all you should focusing on is getting better'
Ginny felt her stomach was rapidly inflating, and the back of her neck began to burn. Harry's arms, despite their apparent skinniness, were strong and warm.
'But I haven't felt better' stuttered Ginny 'Not since…'
She trailed off as her eyes met Harry's. She knew that he was thinking the exact same thing- not since the funeral…
Ginny's eyes began to water as the memories flooded back. All of the Weasley family had been there, hugging each-other as the coffin- Fred's coffin- had been lowered into the ground.
Ginny could remember seeing, through weeping eyes, the figure of George stood next to the grave, looking lost and broken, and like he had wanted nothing more than dive into the grave with his twin.
Ginny began to sob into Harry's shoulder, her tears soaking his jumper, as he stroked her hair silently.
She clung to Harry, his physical essence acting like a bastion for her, like an oak tree standing firm during a storm.
'Ginny' Harry whispered, as Ginny's sobs made the two of them shake 'I've got you.'
Ginny nodded into his chest.