Chapter II
Ginny awoke feeling as if she had been smiling all through the night, and her poor face could simply not take the extra weight any longer. She blinked a few times, and rose, fully ready to prepare for the Halloween ball.
She was going to wear the most beautiful pair of dress robes she had ever laid eyes on. Her father, being the proud man he was, had given her them for her sixteenth birthday, making it clear they were for balls only. The robes were maid entirely out of thick silk, a luxury in wizarding society every since the Voldemort had risen. They were the most vibrant and perfect blue, and matched her eyes to a fault. Ginny had dreamed of wearing them many times, and now seemed to be the perfect opportunity, especially as she had to talk with Harry that day.
It was nearly three by the time she had finished dressing and doing her hair, and the ball was to start by three fifteen. She looked, with some malice, at her dorm mates, who all had shabby dresses on. For so many years, she had been the one with the awful robes. Now, in a turn of fate with her father's job, she was wearing the finest, while the others wore the robes they had had for a year.
Ginny felt as if she were floating as she descended the stairs of her dorm. When she entered the common room, several male jaws dropped slightly in amazement, and many female scowls were in place. Ginny spotted Harry and Ron by the portrait hole, and felt like laughing at the sight of her brother. She made her way quickly over to them, and smiled her best and most dimpled smile.
"Why, don't you two look handsome today." she said sweetly. Harry grinned and took her hand in his.
"And we needn't even bother on saying how you look. You already know your beautiful." Said Harry gracefully, patting her hand softly. Ginny smiled even wider, and tried not to look to guilty of her affections. Ron snorted but was smiling all the same.
Then, as if he could sense her coming, Harry grinned even wider as he spotted Hermione coming down from the dorms. He left Ginny quickly and walked towards his fiancé. Hermione looked plain, but pretty, in robes of silver satin, which did compliment her eyes. Ginny however, could not help thinking she looked so much more prettier. Harry took Hermione's hand in his and lead her over to Ginny and Ron.
"Well, let's go then, shall we?" said Ron hurriedly, as if wanting to keep Ginny away form Hermione.
The four began to walk down the hallway, Ginny on her brother's arm and Hermione on Harry's. Oh damn that Hermione, Ginny thought, if she wasn't in the way, I'd have Harry. Ginny smiled her well practiced sweet smile as Hermione complimented her on her robes.
"Oh Ginny! They're simply beautiful." She said a bit breathlessly over her shoulder, looking at Ginny smiling.
"Hermione, you mustn't say things you don't mean!" She laughed as if Hermione's comment was absolutely silly. "Besides," she continued smiling "your robes are so much prettier, that gray just looks perfect on you!"
Hermione continued to smile her plain, yet genuine smile. Harry looked back at Ginny as well.
"No one could ever accuse Mione of saying a something she didn't mean." said Harry, almost defensively. "Could they darling?" he asked, patting her arm affectionately. Ginny smiled at the scene, trying her best to mask her jealous and depressed feelings.
The four entered the Great Hall and found it with a polished, oak floor instead of the stone they were accustomed to. And while Ginny knew it was for the dancing, she still couldn't believe how much it had shocked her. Never before had the Hall looked so lovely.
Ron and Harry departed, saying the needed to attend to some business, which Ginny didn't mind at all. Business was for men, and she didn't care that she wasn't included. Hermione however, seemed to mind a great deal.
"I hate it when they leave." she said as she took Ginny's arm and lead them towards the circle of girlfriends they both knew. "I just know that they're all sitting there, discussing the war and when they're to leave." she finished glancing at the crowd of boys beginning in a corner.
"I don't mind." said Ginny airly. "Men have to tend to those sorts of things Hermione. But I am getting sick of all this war talk. It's ruined every party since last Christmas! War, war, and more war!" said Ginny in a exasperated tone.
The pack of girls from all houses stood and spoke in demure tones, wanting to look like the ladies they were brought up to be. The Slytherins, of course, kept to themselves, but no one minded much. Ginny was most bored at these times. All her lovely beaux were discussing war, and she was left to talk with the girls who were so rude to her, she had stopped talking to most of them.
Hermione was the center of attention, of course. She never had to try among girls, that Hermione. She was so sweet and plain, that no one was jealous of her, but every one fond of her. Even some of the Slytherins didn't mind her so much. Ginny watched as Hermione smiled graciously and bent her head in modesty. Ginny groaned lowly and looked around for a chair which to sit.
Her glance however, caught the most beautiful pair of gray eyes she had ever seen. It was the tall and broad - shouldered form of Draco Malfoy, who was grinning at her in an almost crude manner. She did nothing for a moment, not entirely sure what to do. Her Weasley pride instincts took over and she glared at him.
But instead of scowling and doing something mean as he had normally done, he chuckled and turned on his heel to saunter over to the growing group of young men who were discussing politics. Ginny was a bit shocked, but paid no mind. It was unusual, but nothing she couldn't handle.
The music had started, but no one was dancing. The boys kept talking, and so did the girls, but the boys seemed much more passionate in their arguments. At some point, Draco was smiling as he left the circle of young men, while the others glared at his back. Ginny watched the scene with a cocked eyebrow and a keen interest. A moment later Harry left as well, going out the same hall as Draco. Ginny stood quickly. Why, she had almost forgotten why she was even at this party at all! It was Harry she wanted to talk to. She followed him as best she could, for he had left quickly.
Ginny soon found him; his deep footsteps were easy to follow. He was standing and staring out a second floor paned window when she caught up to him, slightly breathless. She licked her lips before he had a chance to turn around. Smiling quickly she spoke.
"Harry! I'm so glad I caught up with you. I was afraid I wouldn't. I need to talk to you about something important." she said softly, more nervous than she had ever been.
"Of course Ginny." he said simply, smiling broadly. Ginny gulped and looked away for a moment. She turned back to him.
"Oh Harry! I just - I don't know if I can - I mean - what I mean is-" she stopped and caught her breath. "What I mean is, that I love you Harry." she finished proudly. She watched his face intently, watched his eyes and hoping to see what she wanted. And for a flicker she did, it was happiness.
"Ginny, haven't you enough boyfriends? You have every heart in the castle, and you've always had mine, you've cut your teeth on it!" he said grinning. Ginny didn't smile.
"Harry, don't joke, please." she said softly. Harry's face feel and her turned away from her.
"Oh Ginny, why must you make me say things that will hurt you?" he asked wearily.
"You - you don't love me?" she asked, her voice cracking. Harry turned around swiftly and took her by her arms, his tall frame towering over her five foot one.
"I do though. I love the passion for life you have, that sheer life that's coiled up inside you - all of the life I never had." he finished softly, caressing her arm slightly.
"You do love me!" she said, knowing she had seen it in his face. Harry seemed to be having an inner battle with himself. He was frowing deeply, and pulled himself away from her.
"We mustn't say such things. Mione and I - well - were engaged." he said almost in a desperate tone, as if convincing himself of this. Ginny frowned too.
"But you said - " she began.
"Ginny, we can't do this!" he said fiercely. His eyes blazing with a sort of impotent furry.
"You don't love her. You just want to marry a girl who only opens their mouths to say 'yes' or 'no'! Why, your afraid of marrying me! Of loving me even!" she said loudly. Harry looked angry and slightly hurt.
"You coward!" she hissed, turning to leave. Harry grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.
"I love Hermione!" he said in a low tone. Ginny was crying now and jerked away from him.
"I hate you!" she said and swung her hand across his face. Harry didn't even flinch. She stood there and sobbed, trying desperately to stop the tears which leaked from her face.
Harry looked both incredibly sad and angry. He walked past her and Ginny waited till his footsteps died before she let herself into a open alcove which served as a small living room. It was for students who needed a quieter place to study, but now it's purpose was for a peaceful place to sob into a handkerchief. She stopped finally and looked around the small room. Harry wasn't her's. He loved her, but he wouldn't marry her, and it made her sick with rage. How unfair it all was. She was perfect for him, made herself perfect for him, and yet he wanted a demure little plain girl like Hermione. She looked down and caught site of a small glass vase that was normally filled with flowers.
Without thinking, Ginny picked up the vase and threw it with all her might at the small fireplace near and couch which faced it. It hit the stone fireplace with a satisfying crash, and broke easily. She was however, most shocked when a blonde head rose out of the couch easily. She sucked in a breath.
"Has the war started already?" Draco asked grinning slightly. Ginny felt even more sick as he rose and walked towards her.
"You - you - " she sputtered weakly.
"Forgive me for over hearing you - er - conversation - with Potter." he said, still grinning his mocking grin. Ginny wanted to slap him too, but refrained.
"You should have made your presence known!" she said with furry in her tone.
"But that wouldn't have been very tactful would it? I was just trying to get a nap when your conversation began, and then the next thing I knew I was practically getting bombarded with vases." Draco said coolly, still smiling.
"You are not gentlemen Malfoy!" she spit out. Draco chuckled.
"And you, my dear, are no Lady." he retorted easily. Ginny flared.
"How dare you!" she said instantly.
"But I mean it as a compliment. You see, I never cared much for ladies." he said easily. Giny sputtered again, but could find no retort. Instead, she simply turned her back to his chuckle and walked down the hallway, wanting to get back to her dorm before the engagement was announced. The thought made her sick.
Once she reached the great hall, there seemed no need to escape from everyone else, for everyone else was leaving, and in a hurry. The young men, from sixteen up, were racing about, getting ready to apperate or floo to the Ministry of Magic. It seemed, in a furry of wizarding partiotizsim, they had all decided to join the army. She groaned inwardly. Ron was going, she could see him flooing before she could get to him. Oh damn! She thought, the seriousness of the issue just getting to her. She looked on at the site with horror. The teachers trying to remain calm, as sweethearts kissed good - by. She was just watching Harry and Hermione kissing when a voice interrupted her.
"Gin - Ginny?" the voice said. Ginny turned around face to face with Colin Creevy. She cringed slightly and turned back to Harry and Hermione.
"What Colin?" she asked softly.
"Well you see - it's - well - I'm going to war and - and - well, I want a wife before I go. We've always gotten along Gin, and I could love you well. But everyone knows a man has to have a wife before he goes incase he - well - incase something happened." Colin explained. Ginny rolled her eyes. She knew perfectly well of the custom of wizards marrying before a war. She watched with dying hope as Harry kissed Hermione and parted, flooing with Seamus.
"I suppose you want to marry then?" she said.
"Yes!" Colin practically squeaked.
"Alright then." she said softly. Colin yelped with happiness.
"I'm going to the Burrow right now to ask your father for your hand, dear." he said slowly, trying out the term of endearment.
"The sooner the better." Ginny said softly, wanting to get Harry back as soon as she could. It would hurt him, and she knew it, if she married Colin.
"Bye then. I'll be back by night fall, dear." he said sweetly. Ginny nodded mutely and watched him go with a mixture of confusion and anger. He was so damn pitiful. Why had she said yes? To get back of Harry, but still, it seemed a bad way of doing it.
Ginny watched Colin floo and groaned.
The wedding had been a day after Harry's, and her heart had seemed to scream at her the entire ceremony. Her dress was made of silk that had somehow survived the beginning war. It had been huge, with yards and yards of fabric. She made a pretty picture of a bride, and Colin looked handsome in a black tux. The marriage had taken place in a muggle church, seeing as how Colin's family was quite religious. She had been fine with this, but her family was a little less so. A whole week of acting as if they were muggles had undone them, and by the time they returned to the Burrow, Ron was itching to do a spell, and apperated just to get into the house.
Harry and Hermione's wedding had been at Hogwarts with a huge attendence of students. Hermione had cried with happiness, and Harry had looked almost sadly proud. Ginny had cried too, trying to pass it off as tears of joy.
The next week arrived and Ginny sobbed as almost all of the young men she knew left for the war. The front lines were indistinct, but there, and the Ministry needed every man they could get. Ginny had kissed so many cheeks by the end of the recruiting day, that her lips felt raw. Boys she had known for years, some even her whole life, were going to fight with nothing more than the wands in their hands. Magic was powerful, but it didn't seem to be enough against Death Eaters.
In only two months Ginny was married, and widowed. The news came during her first lesson of the day on a cold December morning, not far from Christmas. Colin had died from a muggle disease that she had never had to guard herself against called pneumonia, not even on the front lines. She felt sadness at losing him, for he had been a friend, but she had also felt that he had it coming, seeing as how he was so weak all the time.
Ginny's only true depression about being widowed was that she had to wear black constantly, and this was to last nearly two years! Her mother had sent her a veil to wear as well, but Ginny had flat out refused. The whole school was already sympathizing for her, crying at her feet practically, and Ginny hated playing the part she did. Hermione had cried and had hugged Ginny tightly, saying she hoped Harry was safe.
She hated being a widower! It was ridiculous! A girl looks cute and pretty her whole life, charms many men, and in two months she catches and man, and is widowed. She cried every night, and wrote to her mother every day, wishing she had her mother to help her through the hard time.
Ginny awoke feeling as if she had been smiling all through the night, and her poor face could simply not take the extra weight any longer. She blinked a few times, and rose, fully ready to prepare for the Halloween ball.
She was going to wear the most beautiful pair of dress robes she had ever laid eyes on. Her father, being the proud man he was, had given her them for her sixteenth birthday, making it clear they were for balls only. The robes were maid entirely out of thick silk, a luxury in wizarding society every since the Voldemort had risen. They were the most vibrant and perfect blue, and matched her eyes to a fault. Ginny had dreamed of wearing them many times, and now seemed to be the perfect opportunity, especially as she had to talk with Harry that day.
It was nearly three by the time she had finished dressing and doing her hair, and the ball was to start by three fifteen. She looked, with some malice, at her dorm mates, who all had shabby dresses on. For so many years, she had been the one with the awful robes. Now, in a turn of fate with her father's job, she was wearing the finest, while the others wore the robes they had had for a year.
Ginny felt as if she were floating as she descended the stairs of her dorm. When she entered the common room, several male jaws dropped slightly in amazement, and many female scowls were in place. Ginny spotted Harry and Ron by the portrait hole, and felt like laughing at the sight of her brother. She made her way quickly over to them, and smiled her best and most dimpled smile.
"Why, don't you two look handsome today." she said sweetly. Harry grinned and took her hand in his.
"And we needn't even bother on saying how you look. You already know your beautiful." Said Harry gracefully, patting her hand softly. Ginny smiled even wider, and tried not to look to guilty of her affections. Ron snorted but was smiling all the same.
Then, as if he could sense her coming, Harry grinned even wider as he spotted Hermione coming down from the dorms. He left Ginny quickly and walked towards his fiancé. Hermione looked plain, but pretty, in robes of silver satin, which did compliment her eyes. Ginny however, could not help thinking she looked so much more prettier. Harry took Hermione's hand in his and lead her over to Ginny and Ron.
"Well, let's go then, shall we?" said Ron hurriedly, as if wanting to keep Ginny away form Hermione.
The four began to walk down the hallway, Ginny on her brother's arm and Hermione on Harry's. Oh damn that Hermione, Ginny thought, if she wasn't in the way, I'd have Harry. Ginny smiled her well practiced sweet smile as Hermione complimented her on her robes.
"Oh Ginny! They're simply beautiful." She said a bit breathlessly over her shoulder, looking at Ginny smiling.
"Hermione, you mustn't say things you don't mean!" She laughed as if Hermione's comment was absolutely silly. "Besides," she continued smiling "your robes are so much prettier, that gray just looks perfect on you!"
Hermione continued to smile her plain, yet genuine smile. Harry looked back at Ginny as well.
"No one could ever accuse Mione of saying a something she didn't mean." said Harry, almost defensively. "Could they darling?" he asked, patting her arm affectionately. Ginny smiled at the scene, trying her best to mask her jealous and depressed feelings.
The four entered the Great Hall and found it with a polished, oak floor instead of the stone they were accustomed to. And while Ginny knew it was for the dancing, she still couldn't believe how much it had shocked her. Never before had the Hall looked so lovely.
Ron and Harry departed, saying the needed to attend to some business, which Ginny didn't mind at all. Business was for men, and she didn't care that she wasn't included. Hermione however, seemed to mind a great deal.
"I hate it when they leave." she said as she took Ginny's arm and lead them towards the circle of girlfriends they both knew. "I just know that they're all sitting there, discussing the war and when they're to leave." she finished glancing at the crowd of boys beginning in a corner.
"I don't mind." said Ginny airly. "Men have to tend to those sorts of things Hermione. But I am getting sick of all this war talk. It's ruined every party since last Christmas! War, war, and more war!" said Ginny in a exasperated tone.
The pack of girls from all houses stood and spoke in demure tones, wanting to look like the ladies they were brought up to be. The Slytherins, of course, kept to themselves, but no one minded much. Ginny was most bored at these times. All her lovely beaux were discussing war, and she was left to talk with the girls who were so rude to her, she had stopped talking to most of them.
Hermione was the center of attention, of course. She never had to try among girls, that Hermione. She was so sweet and plain, that no one was jealous of her, but every one fond of her. Even some of the Slytherins didn't mind her so much. Ginny watched as Hermione smiled graciously and bent her head in modesty. Ginny groaned lowly and looked around for a chair which to sit.
Her glance however, caught the most beautiful pair of gray eyes she had ever seen. It was the tall and broad - shouldered form of Draco Malfoy, who was grinning at her in an almost crude manner. She did nothing for a moment, not entirely sure what to do. Her Weasley pride instincts took over and she glared at him.
But instead of scowling and doing something mean as he had normally done, he chuckled and turned on his heel to saunter over to the growing group of young men who were discussing politics. Ginny was a bit shocked, but paid no mind. It was unusual, but nothing she couldn't handle.
The music had started, but no one was dancing. The boys kept talking, and so did the girls, but the boys seemed much more passionate in their arguments. At some point, Draco was smiling as he left the circle of young men, while the others glared at his back. Ginny watched the scene with a cocked eyebrow and a keen interest. A moment later Harry left as well, going out the same hall as Draco. Ginny stood quickly. Why, she had almost forgotten why she was even at this party at all! It was Harry she wanted to talk to. She followed him as best she could, for he had left quickly.
Ginny soon found him; his deep footsteps were easy to follow. He was standing and staring out a second floor paned window when she caught up to him, slightly breathless. She licked her lips before he had a chance to turn around. Smiling quickly she spoke.
"Harry! I'm so glad I caught up with you. I was afraid I wouldn't. I need to talk to you about something important." she said softly, more nervous than she had ever been.
"Of course Ginny." he said simply, smiling broadly. Ginny gulped and looked away for a moment. She turned back to him.
"Oh Harry! I just - I don't know if I can - I mean - what I mean is-" she stopped and caught her breath. "What I mean is, that I love you Harry." she finished proudly. She watched his face intently, watched his eyes and hoping to see what she wanted. And for a flicker she did, it was happiness.
"Ginny, haven't you enough boyfriends? You have every heart in the castle, and you've always had mine, you've cut your teeth on it!" he said grinning. Ginny didn't smile.
"Harry, don't joke, please." she said softly. Harry's face feel and her turned away from her.
"Oh Ginny, why must you make me say things that will hurt you?" he asked wearily.
"You - you don't love me?" she asked, her voice cracking. Harry turned around swiftly and took her by her arms, his tall frame towering over her five foot one.
"I do though. I love the passion for life you have, that sheer life that's coiled up inside you - all of the life I never had." he finished softly, caressing her arm slightly.
"You do love me!" she said, knowing she had seen it in his face. Harry seemed to be having an inner battle with himself. He was frowing deeply, and pulled himself away from her.
"We mustn't say such things. Mione and I - well - were engaged." he said almost in a desperate tone, as if convincing himself of this. Ginny frowned too.
"But you said - " she began.
"Ginny, we can't do this!" he said fiercely. His eyes blazing with a sort of impotent furry.
"You don't love her. You just want to marry a girl who only opens their mouths to say 'yes' or 'no'! Why, your afraid of marrying me! Of loving me even!" she said loudly. Harry looked angry and slightly hurt.
"You coward!" she hissed, turning to leave. Harry grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.
"I love Hermione!" he said in a low tone. Ginny was crying now and jerked away from him.
"I hate you!" she said and swung her hand across his face. Harry didn't even flinch. She stood there and sobbed, trying desperately to stop the tears which leaked from her face.
Harry looked both incredibly sad and angry. He walked past her and Ginny waited till his footsteps died before she let herself into a open alcove which served as a small living room. It was for students who needed a quieter place to study, but now it's purpose was for a peaceful place to sob into a handkerchief. She stopped finally and looked around the small room. Harry wasn't her's. He loved her, but he wouldn't marry her, and it made her sick with rage. How unfair it all was. She was perfect for him, made herself perfect for him, and yet he wanted a demure little plain girl like Hermione. She looked down and caught site of a small glass vase that was normally filled with flowers.
Without thinking, Ginny picked up the vase and threw it with all her might at the small fireplace near and couch which faced it. It hit the stone fireplace with a satisfying crash, and broke easily. She was however, most shocked when a blonde head rose out of the couch easily. She sucked in a breath.
"Has the war started already?" Draco asked grinning slightly. Ginny felt even more sick as he rose and walked towards her.
"You - you - " she sputtered weakly.
"Forgive me for over hearing you - er - conversation - with Potter." he said, still grinning his mocking grin. Ginny wanted to slap him too, but refrained.
"You should have made your presence known!" she said with furry in her tone.
"But that wouldn't have been very tactful would it? I was just trying to get a nap when your conversation began, and then the next thing I knew I was practically getting bombarded with vases." Draco said coolly, still smiling.
"You are not gentlemen Malfoy!" she spit out. Draco chuckled.
"And you, my dear, are no Lady." he retorted easily. Ginny flared.
"How dare you!" she said instantly.
"But I mean it as a compliment. You see, I never cared much for ladies." he said easily. Giny sputtered again, but could find no retort. Instead, she simply turned her back to his chuckle and walked down the hallway, wanting to get back to her dorm before the engagement was announced. The thought made her sick.
Once she reached the great hall, there seemed no need to escape from everyone else, for everyone else was leaving, and in a hurry. The young men, from sixteen up, were racing about, getting ready to apperate or floo to the Ministry of Magic. It seemed, in a furry of wizarding partiotizsim, they had all decided to join the army. She groaned inwardly. Ron was going, she could see him flooing before she could get to him. Oh damn! She thought, the seriousness of the issue just getting to her. She looked on at the site with horror. The teachers trying to remain calm, as sweethearts kissed good - by. She was just watching Harry and Hermione kissing when a voice interrupted her.
"Gin - Ginny?" the voice said. Ginny turned around face to face with Colin Creevy. She cringed slightly and turned back to Harry and Hermione.
"What Colin?" she asked softly.
"Well you see - it's - well - I'm going to war and - and - well, I want a wife before I go. We've always gotten along Gin, and I could love you well. But everyone knows a man has to have a wife before he goes incase he - well - incase something happened." Colin explained. Ginny rolled her eyes. She knew perfectly well of the custom of wizards marrying before a war. She watched with dying hope as Harry kissed Hermione and parted, flooing with Seamus.
"I suppose you want to marry then?" she said.
"Yes!" Colin practically squeaked.
"Alright then." she said softly. Colin yelped with happiness.
"I'm going to the Burrow right now to ask your father for your hand, dear." he said slowly, trying out the term of endearment.
"The sooner the better." Ginny said softly, wanting to get Harry back as soon as she could. It would hurt him, and she knew it, if she married Colin.
"Bye then. I'll be back by night fall, dear." he said sweetly. Ginny nodded mutely and watched him go with a mixture of confusion and anger. He was so damn pitiful. Why had she said yes? To get back of Harry, but still, it seemed a bad way of doing it.
Ginny watched Colin floo and groaned.
The wedding had been a day after Harry's, and her heart had seemed to scream at her the entire ceremony. Her dress was made of silk that had somehow survived the beginning war. It had been huge, with yards and yards of fabric. She made a pretty picture of a bride, and Colin looked handsome in a black tux. The marriage had taken place in a muggle church, seeing as how Colin's family was quite religious. She had been fine with this, but her family was a little less so. A whole week of acting as if they were muggles had undone them, and by the time they returned to the Burrow, Ron was itching to do a spell, and apperated just to get into the house.
Harry and Hermione's wedding had been at Hogwarts with a huge attendence of students. Hermione had cried with happiness, and Harry had looked almost sadly proud. Ginny had cried too, trying to pass it off as tears of joy.
The next week arrived and Ginny sobbed as almost all of the young men she knew left for the war. The front lines were indistinct, but there, and the Ministry needed every man they could get. Ginny had kissed so many cheeks by the end of the recruiting day, that her lips felt raw. Boys she had known for years, some even her whole life, were going to fight with nothing more than the wands in their hands. Magic was powerful, but it didn't seem to be enough against Death Eaters.
In only two months Ginny was married, and widowed. The news came during her first lesson of the day on a cold December morning, not far from Christmas. Colin had died from a muggle disease that she had never had to guard herself against called pneumonia, not even on the front lines. She felt sadness at losing him, for he had been a friend, but she had also felt that he had it coming, seeing as how he was so weak all the time.
Ginny's only true depression about being widowed was that she had to wear black constantly, and this was to last nearly two years! Her mother had sent her a veil to wear as well, but Ginny had flat out refused. The whole school was already sympathizing for her, crying at her feet practically, and Ginny hated playing the part she did. Hermione had cried and had hugged Ginny tightly, saying she hoped Harry was safe.
She hated being a widower! It was ridiculous! A girl looks cute and pretty her whole life, charms many men, and in two months she catches and man, and is widowed. She cried every night, and wrote to her mother every day, wishing she had her mother to help her through the hard time.