Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or assorted characters. If I did, I'd
be living it up in Tahiti and wouldn't have to resort to such low-budget
entertainment. J.K. Rowling is god, what can I say?
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"Ah ha! There you are you carrot-topped git! You promised that you'd meet me in the library an hour ago. May I ask just /where/ you were?"
Ronald Weasely glanced up at the irritated voice of his long time love and long time friend, Hermione Granger.
It was moments like these that he didn't know what to do with himself. It was always a choice between either A) standing his ground and *gulp* trying to maintain some semblance of manhood in the face of her terror, or B) running like hell from his lady love's encroaching wrath.
Now normally, after carefully considering the above options, he would choose the former. He was after all, a Gryffindor.
But today was just not the day for heroics in the presence of his 'Mad 'Mione.'
Ron Weasely, brave Gryffindor Team Quidditch Captain, and courageous companion to one, Harry James Potter that he was, turned tail and ran.
"What-Ron. Wait. Ron! You bloody coward! You're going to have to deal with me eventually! How dare you do this to your fiancé? I can't believe you! Garrgh! Men /suck! /
"Hello Hermione," Virginia grinned innocently. Vaguely, she wondered if this would be the day that the curly-haired Prefect would breath fire through her nostrils.
Oh, how she hoped.
The young woman did a double take, glancing in astonishment at the red head. "Gi-Virginia! I'm so sorry; I didn't even notice you there. Can you /believe/ the spinelessness of your brother? Did you see what he just /did/ to me?"
She quirked her mouth, sarcasm knitting her brows slightly, "How could I not? I was standing right here when he fled from you as though the hounds of Hades were nipping at his heals. Don't be too hard on him though, Hermione. He's a boy. A boy who just happens to be scared shitless of his future spouse's rage. I really must commend you though. I admire the way you managed to tether my brother to such a tight leash."
/Virginia always can lighten the mood, / Hermione thought, /thank god she isn't like every other Weasely I've ever met. Indeed, what a blessing in disguise. /
The brunette smiled softly and touched the other student's shoulder. "I do wonder what caused him to react that way though. It's not like I'm going to /kill/ the damned prat. It's only that he had promised for weeks that he would not miss this study session for the N.E.W.T.S. since he has been constantly making excuses for the other ones he has been absent from. I swear, that boy just /doesn't/ know what's good for him."
The youngest of the Weasely offspring chuckled, a raw, scraping sound that made the Granger girl flinch, momentarily removing her hand.
Virginia smoothed back some of the hair falling into her view, tilting her head and staring steadily at the sky above. Ginny, as Hermione still privately thought of her, used to have such clear blue eyes. Nothing as intense or penetrating as Harry's green, but they were once able to cut to the core of a person with no less capacity. She supposed they still did just that, as the other's gaze regarded her once more, it's cold, self- assured nature pressing icy fingers to the base of her spine. But now there was something amiss lurking in their clouded depths. A strange combination of lost innocence and darkness intermingling and setting her apart from the rest of the world.
Somehow, Ginny Weasely's eyes had become wardens, gatekeepers guarding the entry to her soul.
And the young Prefect wasn't sure anyone possessed the key to unlock it.
"He's worried about me. I needn't have been that astute to guess it. The entire family practically wears it on their forehead, like those horrid, flashing muggle signs. 'Ginny' they ask, 'tell us what troubles you, we want to help.' And if that isn't enough, I try and assuage their doubts time and time again that there is nothing the matter with me. That we just live on separate planets. I'm the only introvert in a family of extroverts, so you can plainly see how it is they manage to think of me as an alien, rather than another branch of the family. I'm just fed up with everyone trying to diagnose me. With everyone trying to psychiatrically evaluate me. I'm perfectly fine, whereas all are trying to place a problem where there was never one to /begin/ with. So I've stopped attempting to make them see. Because if they haven't by now, they never will. Ron just needs to let go and focus on himself rather than protecting the sanity of his /'wittle 'ol baby sister.'/ I don't need anybody's protection, let alone his."
The Granger girl pursed her lips, wondering aloud, "I see what you mean, Virginia. But honestly, you /have/ changed since the events in /that/ year. When I was first introduced you, you were so young and vibrant. Everything held some mystery for you to unravel. Everything was so new to you. You may be blind to it, but I do think Voldemort had more of an influence on what you've grown into more than you do. You've just become so damned /cold. /"
There was a period of silence that swirled around them, as she gave the young girl before her time to let this sink in. No emotion was detected by Hermione, save for.what was it? A hint of something flitting across the surface, like the wind rippling a shallow pool. /Betrayal. /
Gone so quickly was this, that not for the first time, she wished she had some magical password to slip into Ginny Weasely's mind.
The redhead's eyes were hard now, stiff and unbending as steel. There was an almost strangled sound that ruptured forth from her throat, setting her companion's nerves on end.
"Et tu Brutus? Et tu?" She had quoted Shakespeare, one of the greatest wizard literary geniuses, as though it were a language she had been tutored in everyday since birth.
"Ginny.wait."
But the brunette's reflexes weren't fast enough, and all she could do was watch the wan figure of her friend walk with determined steps away from her back to the school.
It was now the second time Hermione Granger was eluded that day.
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For god's sake, please read and review. I've seen other authors (and forgive my arrogance if you wish to call it that) who can't even spell properly get millions of them, while those who do put effort forth don't get anything. Be a Good Samaritan.
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"Ah ha! There you are you carrot-topped git! You promised that you'd meet me in the library an hour ago. May I ask just /where/ you were?"
Ronald Weasely glanced up at the irritated voice of his long time love and long time friend, Hermione Granger.
It was moments like these that he didn't know what to do with himself. It was always a choice between either A) standing his ground and *gulp* trying to maintain some semblance of manhood in the face of her terror, or B) running like hell from his lady love's encroaching wrath.
Now normally, after carefully considering the above options, he would choose the former. He was after all, a Gryffindor.
But today was just not the day for heroics in the presence of his 'Mad 'Mione.'
Ron Weasely, brave Gryffindor Team Quidditch Captain, and courageous companion to one, Harry James Potter that he was, turned tail and ran.
"What-Ron. Wait. Ron! You bloody coward! You're going to have to deal with me eventually! How dare you do this to your fiancé? I can't believe you! Garrgh! Men /suck! /
"Hello Hermione," Virginia grinned innocently. Vaguely, she wondered if this would be the day that the curly-haired Prefect would breath fire through her nostrils.
Oh, how she hoped.
The young woman did a double take, glancing in astonishment at the red head. "Gi-Virginia! I'm so sorry; I didn't even notice you there. Can you /believe/ the spinelessness of your brother? Did you see what he just /did/ to me?"
She quirked her mouth, sarcasm knitting her brows slightly, "How could I not? I was standing right here when he fled from you as though the hounds of Hades were nipping at his heals. Don't be too hard on him though, Hermione. He's a boy. A boy who just happens to be scared shitless of his future spouse's rage. I really must commend you though. I admire the way you managed to tether my brother to such a tight leash."
/Virginia always can lighten the mood, / Hermione thought, /thank god she isn't like every other Weasely I've ever met. Indeed, what a blessing in disguise. /
The brunette smiled softly and touched the other student's shoulder. "I do wonder what caused him to react that way though. It's not like I'm going to /kill/ the damned prat. It's only that he had promised for weeks that he would not miss this study session for the N.E.W.T.S. since he has been constantly making excuses for the other ones he has been absent from. I swear, that boy just /doesn't/ know what's good for him."
The youngest of the Weasely offspring chuckled, a raw, scraping sound that made the Granger girl flinch, momentarily removing her hand.
Virginia smoothed back some of the hair falling into her view, tilting her head and staring steadily at the sky above. Ginny, as Hermione still privately thought of her, used to have such clear blue eyes. Nothing as intense or penetrating as Harry's green, but they were once able to cut to the core of a person with no less capacity. She supposed they still did just that, as the other's gaze regarded her once more, it's cold, self- assured nature pressing icy fingers to the base of her spine. But now there was something amiss lurking in their clouded depths. A strange combination of lost innocence and darkness intermingling and setting her apart from the rest of the world.
Somehow, Ginny Weasely's eyes had become wardens, gatekeepers guarding the entry to her soul.
And the young Prefect wasn't sure anyone possessed the key to unlock it.
"He's worried about me. I needn't have been that astute to guess it. The entire family practically wears it on their forehead, like those horrid, flashing muggle signs. 'Ginny' they ask, 'tell us what troubles you, we want to help.' And if that isn't enough, I try and assuage their doubts time and time again that there is nothing the matter with me. That we just live on separate planets. I'm the only introvert in a family of extroverts, so you can plainly see how it is they manage to think of me as an alien, rather than another branch of the family. I'm just fed up with everyone trying to diagnose me. With everyone trying to psychiatrically evaluate me. I'm perfectly fine, whereas all are trying to place a problem where there was never one to /begin/ with. So I've stopped attempting to make them see. Because if they haven't by now, they never will. Ron just needs to let go and focus on himself rather than protecting the sanity of his /'wittle 'ol baby sister.'/ I don't need anybody's protection, let alone his."
The Granger girl pursed her lips, wondering aloud, "I see what you mean, Virginia. But honestly, you /have/ changed since the events in /that/ year. When I was first introduced you, you were so young and vibrant. Everything held some mystery for you to unravel. Everything was so new to you. You may be blind to it, but I do think Voldemort had more of an influence on what you've grown into more than you do. You've just become so damned /cold. /"
There was a period of silence that swirled around them, as she gave the young girl before her time to let this sink in. No emotion was detected by Hermione, save for.what was it? A hint of something flitting across the surface, like the wind rippling a shallow pool. /Betrayal. /
Gone so quickly was this, that not for the first time, she wished she had some magical password to slip into Ginny Weasely's mind.
The redhead's eyes were hard now, stiff and unbending as steel. There was an almost strangled sound that ruptured forth from her throat, setting her companion's nerves on end.
"Et tu Brutus? Et tu?" She had quoted Shakespeare, one of the greatest wizard literary geniuses, as though it were a language she had been tutored in everyday since birth.
"Ginny.wait."
But the brunette's reflexes weren't fast enough, and all she could do was watch the wan figure of her friend walk with determined steps away from her back to the school.
It was now the second time Hermione Granger was eluded that day.
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For god's sake, please read and review. I've seen other authors (and forgive my arrogance if you wish to call it that) who can't even spell properly get millions of them, while those who do put effort forth don't get anything. Be a Good Samaritan.