Have you ever thought that you knew someone really well? So well that
you could stick them into a box and leave them there, knowing that when you
came back to that box they would be exactly as you had left them? That's
how I used to feel about Ginny Weasley.
When I first knew her she was a sweet little girl, constantly wasting her time fawning over Potter. It was not important to me at the time; I had other things to be doing. It remained that way through out my time at Hogwarts.
It wasn't until five some odd years after the end of the war(light defeated dark, /again/), seven years since my departure from school, that I saw her again. Believe it or not it was in Knockturn Alley. I don't know what surprised me more; that she was there or that the people around her seemed to find nothing odd about it. As if she was there often.
She walked haughtily, and not without purpose. I hated to admit it, but she looked /good./ Little Ginny had finally grown into a woman, and an appealing woman at that. I approached her, as she emerged from one of the shops.
"Imagine seeing you here, Miss Weasley." I drawled as she walked past me. The girl stopped dead in her tracks.
Without looking back she spoke, "If you are referring to Virginia Weasley, then you have been badly misinformed, Mister Malfoy. My name is Electra Mordancy, and I regret to inform you that Ginny Weasley is dead."
She didn't turn and look at me as I expected. Instead she just walked away. I was shocked. I was angered. I was -
- well, I was incredibly smitten.
Yes I realize it was foolish of me. Having feelings for a girl I didn't know, who had been a Gryffindor and had fought against me in the war. It was all very impossible. Perhaps that's what drove me on.
Or perhaps it was the short, plaid skirt, metal studded belt, low cut black top, pale freckle-less skin, heavy black eye liner, and black streaked red hair. Whatever it was I was drawn in, and ensnared.
I walked down Knockturn Alley a bit longer, not seeing anything of interest, and apparated back to my manor. The one my father had left me when he died in the war, stupid bastard.
When I first knew her she was a sweet little girl, constantly wasting her time fawning over Potter. It was not important to me at the time; I had other things to be doing. It remained that way through out my time at Hogwarts.
It wasn't until five some odd years after the end of the war(light defeated dark, /again/), seven years since my departure from school, that I saw her again. Believe it or not it was in Knockturn Alley. I don't know what surprised me more; that she was there or that the people around her seemed to find nothing odd about it. As if she was there often.
She walked haughtily, and not without purpose. I hated to admit it, but she looked /good./ Little Ginny had finally grown into a woman, and an appealing woman at that. I approached her, as she emerged from one of the shops.
"Imagine seeing you here, Miss Weasley." I drawled as she walked past me. The girl stopped dead in her tracks.
Without looking back she spoke, "If you are referring to Virginia Weasley, then you have been badly misinformed, Mister Malfoy. My name is Electra Mordancy, and I regret to inform you that Ginny Weasley is dead."
She didn't turn and look at me as I expected. Instead she just walked away. I was shocked. I was angered. I was -
- well, I was incredibly smitten.
Yes I realize it was foolish of me. Having feelings for a girl I didn't know, who had been a Gryffindor and had fought against me in the war. It was all very impossible. Perhaps that's what drove me on.
Or perhaps it was the short, plaid skirt, metal studded belt, low cut black top, pale freckle-less skin, heavy black eye liner, and black streaked red hair. Whatever it was I was drawn in, and ensnared.
I walked down Knockturn Alley a bit longer, not seeing anything of interest, and apparated back to my manor. The one my father had left me when he died in the war, stupid bastard.