China Roses
Angel's Tears
/Who can tell me if we have heaven,
Who can say the way it should be;
Moonlight holly, the Sappho Comet,
Angel's tears below a tree. /
Ginny Weasley sat on the park bench. Tears streamed down her face. She doubled over with grief, her entire body shaken by her racking sobs.
She hated her life.
For the past seventeen years, her overprotective brothers had overshadowed her, smothering her with their insistent protection. Ginny had never seen the world through independent eyes. Finally, when she had graduated, her brothers had dispersed, and were now spread across the world, occupied with their own work.
That was when Ginny had met him.
His name was Nicholas. He was one of the most attractive men she had ever met- he had deep, soulful eyes, a voice that still echoed in her mind, a beautiful gravelly tenor. He was a Quidditch player, meaning that he was as Quidditch players came- well built and very athletic. Nicholas was charming, too. Ginny visualized one of his heart-melting smiles, causing more tears to flow.
She had been with Nicholas for two years, an unexpectedly long period of time for a relationship with Nicholas, she had later found out. He was a womaniser; unable to resist any beautiful woman he came across. He had met Ginny at a bar, and he had ditched her at a bar, too.
At first, Ginny lived with Hermione, but then Hermione had married Harry a few months later, and Ginny had to move back to her mother's. She wasn't an ingrate, she didn't detest living with her mother, but it hurt her to see her mother worrying about her all the time, and Ginny could also notice the way her father would get all worked up at the mere mention of Nicholas.
So Ginny had once again moved out. She finally landed a job at the Ministry of Magic, in the Department of Magical Transportation. She had believed that it would keep her mind off a certain Quidditch player, but she was tragically wrong.
She had been posted to Faction E, assigned to be in charge of regulating broomsticks, and ironically, it landed her right where she least wanted to be: around dozens of Quidditch teams.
That was indirectly the reason why she was sitting at the park bench crying, during her lunch break. Her sandwich had already been charitably donated to the ducks at the pond.
She recalled bitterly what had happened fifteen minutes ago.
/Ginny walked nervously into the locker room of the Chudley Cannons, knowing what would happen next. One of the players looked up from their tactic discussion.
"Kipling, the Ministry rep is here!" he told his captain.
Nicholas looked up. As he saw her, he arched an eyebrow. Not getting up from the bench, he smirked, "Why hello, Ginny. It is wonderful to see you."
Ginny felt anger boiling up inside her. "Oh, I almost thought you were someone else, Nicholas. Was that a raccoon you stuffed up your collar?" she quipped sarcastically.
The players looked on apprehensively, sensing the evident tension between Ginny and their captain.
Ginny tapped her foot impatiently. "Well, hurry up, I haven't got all day. Brooms please. Faction F will be coming round soon to do a robe regulation check."
One by one, the players got up and let her check their brooms. Finally, it was Nicholas' turn.
"Never thought you would get this job, Weasley. Or maybe one of your many family members rigged it," he sniggered.
Ginny kept silent, clenching her teeth while performing another charm on the broom.
"Do you know what I was doing last night, Weasley?" his voice was soft.
Ginny did not answer.
"I was shagging dear little Leticia Greene like nobody's business."
Ginny turned red.
"My, you're blushing. Pity you didn't have the chance to shag me. You're too stupid for your own good. God, Leticia Green can kiss good." He had lowered his voice to a whisper.
Ginny performed an anti-jinx charm so forcefully Nicholas' broom might have shattered into a million pieces.
"Angry, are you? Wish you had the chance, didn't you? Well, you could have a chance. You just need to shag your way back into my good books-" Nicholas' husky whisper was rudely interrupted as Ginny slapped him with as much force as her brother, Ron, employed when he was hitting bludgers for Puddlemere United.
The entire team looked on, shocked, as they saw their captain being sent sprawling on the floor by a fragile-looking broomstick regulations officer.
With gritted teeth, Ginny shouted angrily, "To shag you would be the most self-degrading thing I could do, Kipling!"
She turned around and threw Kipling's broom to the player that had noticed her when she had come in.
"The last broom. Good day." Ginny felt so numb that she couldn't even say anything nice to the other players.
Stepping over Kipling, she made her way out of the room, tears stinging her eyes. /
Ginny slowly stood up. She would go to the nearby floo station to get transport to the Puddlemere station. Once she reached there, she would stop at the toilet, wash her face, reapply her makeup, and make her way to the Puddlemere United Quidditch home ground. Maybe she should tell her brother what happened. And then again, maybe not.
A/N:
There! Done! Two and one third pages, and the nice people haven't even appeared. This is so unlike me... Grin. Anyway, a quick disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me (Rowling would have a fit if she saw them in this state), except Nicholas. Heh. I only create jerks. This is for my beta reader, coolone007, who has not written back yet. (April 8th, 2003)
Angel's Tears
/Who can tell me if we have heaven,
Who can say the way it should be;
Moonlight holly, the Sappho Comet,
Angel's tears below a tree. /
Ginny Weasley sat on the park bench. Tears streamed down her face. She doubled over with grief, her entire body shaken by her racking sobs.
She hated her life.
For the past seventeen years, her overprotective brothers had overshadowed her, smothering her with their insistent protection. Ginny had never seen the world through independent eyes. Finally, when she had graduated, her brothers had dispersed, and were now spread across the world, occupied with their own work.
That was when Ginny had met him.
His name was Nicholas. He was one of the most attractive men she had ever met- he had deep, soulful eyes, a voice that still echoed in her mind, a beautiful gravelly tenor. He was a Quidditch player, meaning that he was as Quidditch players came- well built and very athletic. Nicholas was charming, too. Ginny visualized one of his heart-melting smiles, causing more tears to flow.
She had been with Nicholas for two years, an unexpectedly long period of time for a relationship with Nicholas, she had later found out. He was a womaniser; unable to resist any beautiful woman he came across. He had met Ginny at a bar, and he had ditched her at a bar, too.
At first, Ginny lived with Hermione, but then Hermione had married Harry a few months later, and Ginny had to move back to her mother's. She wasn't an ingrate, she didn't detest living with her mother, but it hurt her to see her mother worrying about her all the time, and Ginny could also notice the way her father would get all worked up at the mere mention of Nicholas.
So Ginny had once again moved out. She finally landed a job at the Ministry of Magic, in the Department of Magical Transportation. She had believed that it would keep her mind off a certain Quidditch player, but she was tragically wrong.
She had been posted to Faction E, assigned to be in charge of regulating broomsticks, and ironically, it landed her right where she least wanted to be: around dozens of Quidditch teams.
That was indirectly the reason why she was sitting at the park bench crying, during her lunch break. Her sandwich had already been charitably donated to the ducks at the pond.
She recalled bitterly what had happened fifteen minutes ago.
/Ginny walked nervously into the locker room of the Chudley Cannons, knowing what would happen next. One of the players looked up from their tactic discussion.
"Kipling, the Ministry rep is here!" he told his captain.
Nicholas looked up. As he saw her, he arched an eyebrow. Not getting up from the bench, he smirked, "Why hello, Ginny. It is wonderful to see you."
Ginny felt anger boiling up inside her. "Oh, I almost thought you were someone else, Nicholas. Was that a raccoon you stuffed up your collar?" she quipped sarcastically.
The players looked on apprehensively, sensing the evident tension between Ginny and their captain.
Ginny tapped her foot impatiently. "Well, hurry up, I haven't got all day. Brooms please. Faction F will be coming round soon to do a robe regulation check."
One by one, the players got up and let her check their brooms. Finally, it was Nicholas' turn.
"Never thought you would get this job, Weasley. Or maybe one of your many family members rigged it," he sniggered.
Ginny kept silent, clenching her teeth while performing another charm on the broom.
"Do you know what I was doing last night, Weasley?" his voice was soft.
Ginny did not answer.
"I was shagging dear little Leticia Greene like nobody's business."
Ginny turned red.
"My, you're blushing. Pity you didn't have the chance to shag me. You're too stupid for your own good. God, Leticia Green can kiss good." He had lowered his voice to a whisper.
Ginny performed an anti-jinx charm so forcefully Nicholas' broom might have shattered into a million pieces.
"Angry, are you? Wish you had the chance, didn't you? Well, you could have a chance. You just need to shag your way back into my good books-" Nicholas' husky whisper was rudely interrupted as Ginny slapped him with as much force as her brother, Ron, employed when he was hitting bludgers for Puddlemere United.
The entire team looked on, shocked, as they saw their captain being sent sprawling on the floor by a fragile-looking broomstick regulations officer.
With gritted teeth, Ginny shouted angrily, "To shag you would be the most self-degrading thing I could do, Kipling!"
She turned around and threw Kipling's broom to the player that had noticed her when she had come in.
"The last broom. Good day." Ginny felt so numb that she couldn't even say anything nice to the other players.
Stepping over Kipling, she made her way out of the room, tears stinging her eyes. /
Ginny slowly stood up. She would go to the nearby floo station to get transport to the Puddlemere station. Once she reached there, she would stop at the toilet, wash her face, reapply her makeup, and make her way to the Puddlemere United Quidditch home ground. Maybe she should tell her brother what happened. And then again, maybe not.
A/N:
There! Done! Two and one third pages, and the nice people haven't even appeared. This is so unlike me... Grin. Anyway, a quick disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me (Rowling would have a fit if she saw them in this state), except Nicholas. Heh. I only create jerks. This is for my beta reader, coolone007, who has not written back yet. (April 8th, 2003)