As Simple as Caramel Apples
A/N: I have no idea where this came from. It's really short, but it is finished. I was just eating a bowl of caramel apples, and then…
Disclaimer: I don't own Ginny Weasley or any other Harry Potter character. For Cheese Whirls' sake, I don't even own caramel apples!
CRUNCH!
Ginny Weasley chewed happily on a caramel apple. She had to admit; Dad had certainly known what he was doing when he confiscated that Muggle cookbook.
Munch Munch.
Sticky, but wonderful, she decided.
Even though she was only ten, Ginny knew more than enough about her world to get by, and, if she did say so herself, knew more than many of the other children her age. Maybe that's why she had never bonded well with other girls her year and overwhelmingly preferred the company of her big brother, Ron.
Ron.
But now Ronnikins was at school, at Hogwarts! Without her! It had been a month since he had gone, but the memory of running with the train to the end of the platform was fresh enough in her mind to bring a pout to her lips and promote a sullen expression.
But that wasn't even the worst part.
As if it wasn't enough that Ron was at school, in Gryffindor, learning magic, watching Quidditch, he had managed to become best friends with Harry Potter. How had her dumb brother pulled that off? Words from the infrequent letters he wrote home rang in her ears:
Harry's great! Didn't even know he was famous. It's really quite funny, having to explain everything to him…
Guess what? Harry's been picked for the House team! He told me that according to McGonagall, he's the youngest Seeker in a century!
Taught Harry how to play wizard's chess today. He's not bad, for a beginner, though I'm starting to think this is going to take a bit longer than I thought…
Ron had a new best friend. A better, more interesting best friend. She took an extra hard chomp down on an apple, taking some small satisfaction from the crisp crunch.
Harry Potter had probably had twelve years of caramel apples. Twelve years of caramel apples. That, she thought, would be nice. She doubted that her family could afford for her to have had ten years of caramel apples. Ginny doubted that she would even get new robes for Hogwarts next year. Sighing, she pulled an apple slice through her glob of caramel, watching rings form in the gooey mixture before scooping through the middle and biting.
Crack!
The crisp apple slice broke off cleanly in her mouth, so, since she was sharing with no one but herself (one of the few good things about being alone), she double dipped.
If only her life could be as simple and yummy as a bunch of caramel apple slices, she wished.
After all, who didn't like caramel apples?