My name is Ginny Weasley and I am going to tell you a story that has been
locked away in my heart for the past eight years. A story of love,
happiness, and joy; yet also a story of tears, sadness, and heartache. This
is my story, she is the love of my life; and we went through a lot on the
way.
I was in my fifth year, and she was in her sixth. We had been friends since the previous year when she came to stay with us at the Order headquarters. In that time, I had learned so much about her. She was truly brilliant. All the stories Ron had told me hadn't been lies; she really was perfect, and beautiful, and the way her curly brown hair fell over her shoulders when she slept really was enchanting. This year, she has been made prefect again, and they have given her a room near Dumbledore's office, as they have Harry and Ron because of the known dangers of, well, you know who. After what happened to my Dad I get very scared during the night, so today, on our first day back, after getting off the Hogwarts Express, Hermione asked Professor McGonagall to have my luggage delivered to her quarters as I would be staying there for the evening. I was shocked. She simply turned to me and said that she knew of my problem sleeping and wanted to be sure she was near. Then she wrapped her arms around me, and I started to cry. She said everything would be alright and led me up to her room. She even had Dobby bring in dinner for us so I wouldn't have to sit in the great hall with all those people. She is so good to me. After we ate; well, actually after SHE ate because I was too scared to eat anything; she walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out her favorite t-shirt to change. I immediately turned around and walked over to my trunk to change into my small shirt and a pair of charlie's old boxers. (They are all worn out, but REALLY comfy.) When I turned around she was sitting on the bed and she gestured for me to come over to her. I slowly walked up to the bed and sat down, then layed my head in her lap. She started to gently stroke my hair, and she took my hand in hers; then she whispered something about how everything would be okay. I had never felt that safe in my life, and immediately drifted off into sleep.
Note: Sorry it's so short, I just wanted to establish the story. the next chapters will be longer and I will switch to 3rd person omniscient.
I was in my fifth year, and she was in her sixth. We had been friends since the previous year when she came to stay with us at the Order headquarters. In that time, I had learned so much about her. She was truly brilliant. All the stories Ron had told me hadn't been lies; she really was perfect, and beautiful, and the way her curly brown hair fell over her shoulders when she slept really was enchanting. This year, she has been made prefect again, and they have given her a room near Dumbledore's office, as they have Harry and Ron because of the known dangers of, well, you know who. After what happened to my Dad I get very scared during the night, so today, on our first day back, after getting off the Hogwarts Express, Hermione asked Professor McGonagall to have my luggage delivered to her quarters as I would be staying there for the evening. I was shocked. She simply turned to me and said that she knew of my problem sleeping and wanted to be sure she was near. Then she wrapped her arms around me, and I started to cry. She said everything would be alright and led me up to her room. She even had Dobby bring in dinner for us so I wouldn't have to sit in the great hall with all those people. She is so good to me. After we ate; well, actually after SHE ate because I was too scared to eat anything; she walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out her favorite t-shirt to change. I immediately turned around and walked over to my trunk to change into my small shirt and a pair of charlie's old boxers. (They are all worn out, but REALLY comfy.) When I turned around she was sitting on the bed and she gestured for me to come over to her. I slowly walked up to the bed and sat down, then layed my head in her lap. She started to gently stroke my hair, and she took my hand in hers; then she whispered something about how everything would be okay. I had never felt that safe in my life, and immediately drifted off into sleep.
Note: Sorry it's so short, I just wanted to establish the story. the next chapters will be longer and I will switch to 3rd person omniscient.