The Roles We Play
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A/N: Don't own anything you recognize.
This is going to be a short story involving Ginny's love life. Pairings vary each chapter. GW/HP. GW/TR. GW/CD. GW/OW.
So, why am I telling this? Well, I fear that my story may fall short. My story is not as adventurous as the Boy-Who-Lived, but I think it is worth telling. And though it may never be a best seller at Flourish and Blotts, at least it's out there. It's off my chest.
This is a story about my flaws. About the tangles we weave.
People always see me as this wholesome girl, even at the age I am now. Everyone always remembers how I fought so bravely during the second war. Everyone remembers that I married Harry Potter. They think they know me. And I'm sure you think you know me. I know you've read about me. You read about my marriage and the birth of my children in the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler. Now, I will tell you what you don't know. About love and lies.
Before we delve into who I am, I'll start with what you know, what people think they know about me.
I am:
Ginny Weasley.
Ginevra Weasley.
Daughter of Molly and Arthur.
Sister to Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ron.
Married Harry Potter.
Mother of three.
The youngest.
The only girl.
This is what most people see of me. My family life and status regarding such minimal things such as that. And sure, that has a lot to do with who I am. In fact, to understand anything about me, you have to know my family first. I embody bits and pieces from them.
So, what does the Weasley name mean? Well, my father is a pureblood. That doesn't really mean anything to me. Anyone I dated I never cared if they were pureblood, half blood, muggleborn, or Muggle themselves, although I have not been with a Muggle.
But again, that doesn't really mean anything.
I only mention that because I think that is why Tom Riddle attached himself to me in the diary. I know I've never really talked about him, because the memory is rather hard to live. But as others have affected my life, so has he—as much as I'd like to not admit it. He made me realize things about me and also what it is about me that would lead for him to act like that. And I don't mean the manipulative Tom Riddle, because we all know about that aspect about him. Hell, he was Voldemort. But what I mean is that the boy had a sensitive side and even if he was playing me, I still saw it.
It was also the ordeal in the Chamber of Secrets that led me to completely falling for Harry. So in that respect, I have to thank Riddle. Even though he nearly killed me.
Both Mum and Dad were Gryffindors. As were all my brothers. As was I. We're loyal, courageous, trusting, and somewhat ambitious (though not nearly as much as Slytherins). We have our flaws, but we're generally good people. It's situations that make or break us.
I remember when Bill and Charlie were sorted into Gryffindor. They're both older than me, but I remember the house was decorated in red and gold. I remember the twins had somehow charmed the cupcakes Mum made to gush out red and gold cream. I remember Mum chasing them about the house with a nice red stain on her apron.
Though they were young, the two of them were playing tricks with magic from the start. Much to Mum's dismay, they were never that good in school.
I think I inherited their trickery. I may not have pulled as many jokes and pranks on people, but I was sly. I learned how to sneak around without anyone knowing. Not a very good thing to do when you're supposed to be a good and faithful wife.
My intelligence is a result from Percy. The Weasley's are a smart bunch anyway, but I spent my first year stuck with my nose between books. Of course that lead to a few unfortunate events, but I gained good study habits. And Percy was always there for me. That's how I found out about him and Penelope Clearwater.
With his help, I made it through my years of Hogwarts with good grades. I do believe I would have followed in Percy's footsteps of being Head Girl if Voldemort hadn't uprooted my sixth year.
At least my last year went without anything big. I graduated and everything seemed well off. I think that is when I saw pieces of Ron's personality popping up. It was right before my marriage to Harry that I noticed it.
I was suddenly laid back. I had my fill of chaos and I found myself deeply in love and for years, I was content being like this. Everything was calm and nice and perfect. And mundane and routine and boring.
I think that's why Ron would get in those moods. I remember him ranting about Harry's name still being in the papers years after Voldemort had been vanquished. He was always seen as Harry's best mate. And he was glad that he was Harry's friend, but no one saw that he was more.
I felt the same way. I loved Harry. I still do, but it was like being a Weasley all over. I was always seen as so-and-so's sister. I made my own name as word of my Bat Bogey Hex had spread, but I didn't want to always be known as the wife of the great Harry Potter. Not that he wasn't great, but I am Ginny Potter, my own person!
I also realized that I am my mother's daughter. I gained the Weasley temper as bad as she had it, herself. I went off fairly easily. That's probably why my Bat Bogey Hex was particularly strong.
The first time word got out about it was after I had hit Cedric Diggory with it. He surely deserved it, but when questioned why he was covered in slime, he never answered. I was rather proud of that.
I haven't used that spell in awhile. I'm thinking about it now and it seems after the war, I haven't had much use for it. I'll occasionally cast it at a stray fly that won't quit bothering me, but that's about it.
I didn't even use it that much during the war. I was restricted to the Room of Requirement for most of the Last Battle. Because I was the youngest Weasley, the only daughter.
Do you know how annoying it is to hear that?
I think that is where I get my rebellion. No one can tell me what I can or cannot do. I hated being sent away when we were at Grimmauld Place. Luckily Fred and George had Extendable Ears.
I think that is why I also got bored so easily. I went through quite a few boys before Harry. I liked them for a bit and then got bored with them. I think that's why I couldn't bare to date Neville. He was too sweet and too kind. I didn't want to end up hurting him. As cliché as that sounds.
As for the other boys, I was just trying to get over Harry. We had never talked and I figured it would never happen. After all, I was his best friend's sister. So I fooled around with others. I didn't want to be alone and as I hit puberty, guys suddenly found me attractive.
Not that my relatives aren't attractive in their own ways, but I think I followed after Charlie in that we never gloated about it. And though now my infamous red hair is more of a light blonde and grey and I have lost most of my looks, I still get compliments.
I never understood how pretty I was until Harry had fallen for me. He told me how beautiful I was. Now coming from living with so many boys, I was never a real girly type of girl, but once he said it, I thought back to my years in Hogwarts. I had always been asked to go to Hogsmeade with someone or been flirting with many guys, even if they meant nothing to me.
I never really thought anything of it.
But I guess that's why Harry will always be my only love.