Author's Note: I DON'T OWN J.K ROWLING SO PLEASE DON'T SUE ME OR ILL HAFTA COUNTER SUE N IT WOULD GET REALLY MESSY!!!
Cat: no offense taken, though I don't quite understand what you meant by "chat" language, and also Ginny is a prostitute, and she's not shallow. The point of the story is for Ginny to come to terms with the past, so as the story moves along, everything would b much clearer, the story itself wont admit that Ginny's a prostitute because she's ashamed of it just as she won't admit who the man was that died because it still hurts, that's why it took until the third chapter for me to write that he had died, flat out saying it… thanx for the criticism tho, I'll take wat u said into consideration, I really appreciate it
Deaf
Chapter 4: Reality
It was morning. That much processed into Virginia's mind as her eyes fluttered open slightly. Her vision was too blurry to make out anything except the bright golden rays that floated through the room. With a stiff groan she rolled over in bed, letting her dark auburn hair fall around her head like silk. She opened her cinnamon colored eyes again and this time tried to regain focus. It took a few seconds, but the room finally came into vision. It wasn't her room.
Virginia sat up and looked around. The room was small, and painted a soft green color. It looked too clean to be a room used very often, which led her to assume it was a guest bedroom. The bed was large and soft, covered with a thick white comforter. It was comfortable enough, she supposed. But it wasn't home, in fact she didn't know where it was. She couldn't remember taking any clients last night. She couldn't remember much about the last night actually.
It came back to her quickly. Her father and Percy, Fred and George, and Hermione. That still didn't explain where she was though. As much as strained her memory, she couldn't figure it out. She pulled herself out of the bed regretfully (it really was very comfortable) and padded towards the door, vaguely noticing that she was wearing white silk pajama pants she couldn't remember owning and a black tank top that was definitely not hers either. She pulled open the door and walked into what appeared to be a living room. No one was in there, at the moment at least. She walked over to the small kitchenette and read the name on the morning mail.
George and Hermione Weasley
178 Northumberland Avenue, 27A
Blackpool
So she was in George and Hermione's apartment. That figured. Now if only she could figure out where they were or how she had gotten there. She walked around the apartment, taking in her surroundings. The apartment was a small 2 bedroom, but it was comfortable and well furnished. There were two doors leading off of the living room, one was most obviously the bathroom. The other, Virginia assumed would be George and Hermione's bedroom, though she didn't look, not wanting to walk in on something.
Instead, Virginia wandered over to the couch and curled up in a corner, letting her long hair fall around her. Looking at this woman now, you would hardly recognize her as the girl that bounced through the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her hair which had once been bright red had darkened steadily until it was closer to brown. It hung limply over her face, not having been washed in two nights. She was sallow skinned and had deep bags under her eyes, as well as lines of sadness and pain that etched their way across her cheekbones.
Despite her imperfections though, any idiot would notice the natural beauty that radiated from her. Her body was trim and petite, with sound curves. Her face, though pale and somewhat gaunt, was delicate. Had she smiled at all in time past, truly smiled, Virginia would be positively gorgeous. But she didn't smile. Her eyes never danced with delight anymore. Her expression was always flat, forlorn.
He had told her, before the war, that she was changing. She wasn't as lighthearted anymore, not as untroubled. The ghost of a finger slipped down her cheek, tracing a familiar path. Dramatics should be left to actors Gin, stop fighting reality, I hate seeing you like this. His voice had been smooth and soft, barely a whisper in her memory. When he had said it then, she hadn't listened. She still couldn't listen. Fighting reality gave her the only perspective of life that Virginia thought she deserved.
In the years after he had died, Virginia had closed herself into a small box, trying hard as she could to keep the past bottled up. But then all this had happened. She wasn't sure if she could hide much longer. And while some of that was pressure relieved, most of it scared her.
The front door opening startled Virginia out of her stupor as she turned her head around to look at the new arrival. George walked in a little worse for wear, looking like he hadn't slept in a long while.
"George?" she asked softly.
He looked up as if just recognizing his sister's presence in his house. "Ginny. Hey… I… you just scared me, I didn't expect you to be up yet." He gave her a tired smile that looked much too fake.
"Look, I'm probably in your way, and I have… umm… work, that I need to handle. I'm just going to go home. I only just woke up and was wondering where I was so I'd know how to get back." She stood up brushing her feathery locks from her face, pulling them back into a loose ponytail before realizing she didn't have an elastic. Her eyes found the ground, searching it for something to concentrate on other than George's face.
"Gin, it's really ok, you can stay here for a while. In fact I'd really like to have you here. I didn't get a chance last night to ask you what you've been up to lately." His smile was anxious, and still somewhat false.
"First of all, my name is not Gin or Ginny. It's Virginia, and second of all, if I wanted you to know about my life, do you really think I would have run away? George, I'm your sister by blood, but I can't go back to that place that I once belonged to! I can't go home. If they knew, if you knew, I couldn't bare it George! Can you please try to understand that? Can you try to comprehend the fact that I made a life for myself, it may not be my idea of great, I may hate it some days, but its mine George." Her eyes were misted over and her heart burned, with anger or pain or something else entirely Virginia couldn't figure out.
"Gi… Virginia. I don't care who you've become or what you've done. You were my baby sister for 19 years of your life, and no matter what you do you can't take that away from me." He sighed, running a hand through his hair, letting it fall gently back into place. "I love you Gin, I always will. I just don't know if I can let you walk out that door again. I saw you leave the first time, I don't want to see you leave again."
Virginia gaped at. "You saw me leave? But I… no, no you were asleep!"
"Nah Gin, I saw you. I watched through my window. You had your army bag slung over your shoulder and when you stopped at the edge of the yard and looked back, you were crying. I wanted to stop you, I wanted to go talk to you, but I knew it would be useless. You were going to leave whether or not I asked you to stay. So I let you go. I've regretted it ever since." George ducked his head, trying desperately to hide the pained look in his face.
"George I… I had to go. I couldn't just stay there after… I couldn't stay after He died. It would be like you staying in the one place that reminded you of Hermione after she died. It just hurt too much to be there. And I knew that if I told Mom, she'd go berserk. She would never have let me go. But it was what I needed to do, for myself. Do you understand?" her chocolate-brown eyes were pleading. She never had wanted to hurt her family like she had, but she had been left without a choice.
"I think I do Gin, but I don't think you do. You don't understand the pain you caused. You didn't see mum after… she lost it Gin. You missing, then Dad and Perce. She snapped. It wasn't easy for us, and I don't think you could ever really grasp that. You weren't there to see it."
Silence was the only sound in the room. Neither of them could fill the emptiness that had just fallen between them. They were siblings, blood relatives, and yet they hardly knew each other.
"Did you know that he told me he would come back?" Virginia's voice was small, but George didn't have a problem hearing it.
"What?"
"Right before he died, he told me he would come back. He was leaving to get help for me, so that I wouldn't be in danger anymore. I begged him not to go, I told him we'd be safe. But he wouldn't listen. All he was thinking about was making sure I was ok. So he left. I don't remember how long I waited for him to return for me, but I fell asleep. And when I woke up, he was still not there. I went back to the Burrow, I knew it was safe to move in daylight. And I stayed for a week. But after that, I couldn't take it. I knew that he wasn't coming back. And I was angry. I was angry because he had promised me and he had broken that promise. He was dead and I was angry and it was just too much! I didn't think about it. I just did it. And when I turned around and looked back, I knew I couldn't ever return. So I didn't."
Virginia's cheeks were flushed a deep pink and her eyes were brimming with tears that already ran freely down her face. Pain enveloped her eyes as she spilled out everything to her brother. She hadn't told anyone what had happened, always being afraid that if she did it would make it real. Once in while though, you had to visit reality and even if you wouldn't want to live there, it's a necessity.
"I'm sorry. I never, I never thought about how you might have felt. I guess I saw everything else but didn't stop to see you."
"I know George. But I guess you can't exactly have these touching family moments without family, so what do you say we both admit to our own faults and start this happy reunion over again? My skin gets all blotchy when I cry." She laughed a little bit, and wiped her eyes dry with one of her hands.
A shadow of a smile passed across Georges face, becoming gradually wider until he too laughed. They had had a lot of arguments in the past, gotten on each others last nerves, but this was the first fight that ever was about something real. And it was about something they couldn't change, the past. There wasn't anything left to do but laugh, all their tears having been washed away with the afternoon.
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A/N: I wanted it to be longer, but I guess you can't always get what you want… so deal with it you prudent pricks… neways hope u like… read review love me forever n check out Out of this world and coming VERY soon Walking in Darkness!!! Luv yas all lots byeeee