A/N I got a lot of reviews! Thanks to all! Sorry about not getting more
Romance...Give the People what they want, I always say.
Ginny's eyes fluttered open. It was dark, and she had no clue where she was. She looked around. Silver-blond hair glinted in the moonlight. She didn't recognize it--in fact, she wasn't sure of anything. Even her name. "Who're you?" she asked in a horse whisper. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she made out a worried face, featured etched in pain.
"Ginny," the boy whispered, smiling. Her memory flooded back with that one word, spoken softly but joyfully. Her name, where she was, why she was there. But she did not know the name of the face smiling down at her. Then, somehow, the memories slipped away again, and she was lost in amnesia.
"Excuse me?" she asked quietly.
"Ginny, I'm so sorry," he choked. "The paper, it cursed you. The Reversus Curse." He grasped her hand and she was startled.
"You have the most beautiful eyes," she said. "And I love your hair." Ginny's words made his face contort with sadness.
"No," he said, "No, that can't be." Ginny frowned.
"What do you mean? And I must say your voice is wonderfully charming." She felt lightness inside of her, a lightness she had not known in a long while. Ever, for that matter.
"Nothing," the boy said sternly. "I shouldn't be here. I don't care for you, and vice versa. Don't tell anyone about my being here." He stood up.
"Yes, but wait," Ginny said, her frown deepening. The boy grabbed a cloak and slung it around him. "One last thing?"
"What?" the boy said icily. Ginny still had no clue of his identity. But she did know something else.
"I love you," she said, stars in her eyes. The boy closed his eyes tightly and walked out, not replying. Ginny fell back asleep, his image forever in her mind.
She woke again to a boy with flaming red hair looking anxiously down at her. Now it was daytime, and Ginny blinked at the light. "Who're you?"
"I'm Ron," the boy said. "I'm your older brother. You're hurt, in the hospital wing." Ginny nodded without comprehension. Her mind was completely free, and no care in the world burdened her.
"Oh." She remembered the boy from last night and dismissed him as a dream. "How long will I be here?"
"Until your memory returns." He smiled at her. "Not too long. Maybe until tomorrow." She smiled.
"What's my name again?"
"Ginny. Virginia Weasly." A plump lady came up.
"Shoo, you need to get to class," she said. "Your sister will be fine. Now go." The boy left, and Ginny was left alone.
A torturing came in the back of her head, the striving for knowledge of herself. She made it go away and fell back asleep.
A/N I know! It's too short!! I can't write on it, too anxious to get to Draco again. I'll get the next up soon.
Ginny's eyes fluttered open. It was dark, and she had no clue where she was. She looked around. Silver-blond hair glinted in the moonlight. She didn't recognize it--in fact, she wasn't sure of anything. Even her name. "Who're you?" she asked in a horse whisper. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she made out a worried face, featured etched in pain.
"Ginny," the boy whispered, smiling. Her memory flooded back with that one word, spoken softly but joyfully. Her name, where she was, why she was there. But she did not know the name of the face smiling down at her. Then, somehow, the memories slipped away again, and she was lost in amnesia.
"Excuse me?" she asked quietly.
"Ginny, I'm so sorry," he choked. "The paper, it cursed you. The Reversus Curse." He grasped her hand and she was startled.
"You have the most beautiful eyes," she said. "And I love your hair." Ginny's words made his face contort with sadness.
"No," he said, "No, that can't be." Ginny frowned.
"What do you mean? And I must say your voice is wonderfully charming." She felt lightness inside of her, a lightness she had not known in a long while. Ever, for that matter.
"Nothing," the boy said sternly. "I shouldn't be here. I don't care for you, and vice versa. Don't tell anyone about my being here." He stood up.
"Yes, but wait," Ginny said, her frown deepening. The boy grabbed a cloak and slung it around him. "One last thing?"
"What?" the boy said icily. Ginny still had no clue of his identity. But she did know something else.
"I love you," she said, stars in her eyes. The boy closed his eyes tightly and walked out, not replying. Ginny fell back asleep, his image forever in her mind.
She woke again to a boy with flaming red hair looking anxiously down at her. Now it was daytime, and Ginny blinked at the light. "Who're you?"
"I'm Ron," the boy said. "I'm your older brother. You're hurt, in the hospital wing." Ginny nodded without comprehension. Her mind was completely free, and no care in the world burdened her.
"Oh." She remembered the boy from last night and dismissed him as a dream. "How long will I be here?"
"Until your memory returns." He smiled at her. "Not too long. Maybe until tomorrow." She smiled.
"What's my name again?"
"Ginny. Virginia Weasly." A plump lady came up.
"Shoo, you need to get to class," she said. "Your sister will be fine. Now go." The boy left, and Ginny was left alone.
A torturing came in the back of her head, the striving for knowledge of herself. She made it go away and fell back asleep.
A/N I know! It's too short!! I can't write on it, too anxious to get to Draco again. I'll get the next up soon.