NO! GINNY, DON'T! PLEASE, GINNY, DON'T!
PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!
GINNY!!!
*
Hermione wept as she laid a single white carnation on the pretty redhead lying in the glass coffin.
"Why, Ginny, Why??? Why did you do that? You could've just talked to me, you know I'd be more than willing to listen. You were my best friend...oh, I'm already speaking as though you're gone. You're not gone!! You can't be. I know your soul still lingers here somewhere. I'll always remember you, Ginny."
Ron held out a hand to Hermione, supporting her and leading her away. Harry and Luna came up with a single white chrysanthemum each, and laid them in the coffin next to the carnation.
"I'll always remember you." Harry mumbled as he tried to hold back his tears. Luna still had a dreamy look on her face, as she said her last goodbye to Ginny. They were, after all, great friends.
More people came, even the Professors from Hogwarts turned up, including Professor Snape, who mumbled a few words about how at least her potion work was isatisfactory/i and if she was alive, he could have given her remedial and she'd be fantastic at potions, after, of course, a lot of hard work.
*
With a wave of his wand, Professor Dumbledore made a stage appear in the centre, decorated in black, with more than enough seats for everybody. He stepped onto stage, and called everybody to attention. Then he started on his speech.
"This is, I regret to say, a very solemn occasion. But I feel like I just have to give a speech about the wonderful young Weasley who has...moved on. I understand that many people are feeling utterly upset, because so am I. As far as I've heard, she was a wonder to Hogwarts. And I have no doubt about that, either. The Professors often give me feedback on what a dilligent student she was. And I'm sure she's made you both proud, Arthur and Molly Weasley. Would any of you care to make a speech, then?"
So one by one, everybody went up onstage and gave a talk about what the late Ginny Weasley really means to them. Nobody noticed the silent footsteps going up to the coffin.
*
With a single red rose in his hand, a hooded stranger walked up to the opened glass coffin.
"Ginny..."He whispered, so softly that he could hardly hear himself. His voice was choked as he strained to fight back his tears.
Malfoys never cry.
"It's not meant to turn out this way...Hell, Red, I've was going to ask you out. You're really beautiful, you know. But why? Why did you do this to yourself? It's just...not right. I loved you, Ginny. I did. I've never loved anyone before. And yet you, of all people. iYou./i I'm supposed to be cold and heartless. I don't love, Ginny. I'm not supposed to. Father says true Malfoys don't have any feelings other than hate. I guess I'm not a true Malfoy then. Hell, I'd be soiling my family name just by being with you. But I'm willing to sacrifice my reputation. No, not that you're bad or anything. It's just...Slytherins aren't supposed to fall for Gryffindors. When I overheard Hermione and Ron talking about you, I knew something was wrong. So I followed you, that night, to the lake. And I wish I had done something, that I had stopped you. If only I did. Now I know how much I need you. And how much you mean to me. And hell, did you really love me? If you really did...why did you do this to yourself? Do you know how much it pains me, to see you like this? I can't live without you, Red. I can't. And I'll still love you forever, even if it's wrong. You haunt my dreams, you know. Everywhere I turn, I see your face. I really love you. If somebody told me last year I would someday fall in love with you, I would have sniggered and made a sarcastic remark. But now I realise it's true. I've been in love with you since I met you. And see this red rose? I thought you'd like it. See? Life is like a rose...there're thorns everywhere, and those are like, flaws in your life. Flaws, but they're still with you. Nobody's perfect, but I think you are. And the petals...those are signs of beauty. Just like you, Red. The color of the petals are just like your hair, red and so hauntingly beautiful. And you...you're really pretty. And a red rose is a symbol of love. I got this from Professor Sprout. She's been breeding these for a long time now, and she gave me two to breed recently. So now I'm giving one to you. And...Well, I just want you to know that ... I really love you, Ginny. I know I've said it before, but I'm saying it again. I love you."
He bent over and kissed her on her cheek, and his silver hair brushed against her cheek, a single tear falling from his grey eyes upon her beautiful features.
PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!
GINNY!!!
*
Hermione wept as she laid a single white carnation on the pretty redhead lying in the glass coffin.
"Why, Ginny, Why??? Why did you do that? You could've just talked to me, you know I'd be more than willing to listen. You were my best friend...oh, I'm already speaking as though you're gone. You're not gone!! You can't be. I know your soul still lingers here somewhere. I'll always remember you, Ginny."
Ron held out a hand to Hermione, supporting her and leading her away. Harry and Luna came up with a single white chrysanthemum each, and laid them in the coffin next to the carnation.
"I'll always remember you." Harry mumbled as he tried to hold back his tears. Luna still had a dreamy look on her face, as she said her last goodbye to Ginny. They were, after all, great friends.
More people came, even the Professors from Hogwarts turned up, including Professor Snape, who mumbled a few words about how at least her potion work was isatisfactory/i and if she was alive, he could have given her remedial and she'd be fantastic at potions, after, of course, a lot of hard work.
*
With a wave of his wand, Professor Dumbledore made a stage appear in the centre, decorated in black, with more than enough seats for everybody. He stepped onto stage, and called everybody to attention. Then he started on his speech.
"This is, I regret to say, a very solemn occasion. But I feel like I just have to give a speech about the wonderful young Weasley who has...moved on. I understand that many people are feeling utterly upset, because so am I. As far as I've heard, she was a wonder to Hogwarts. And I have no doubt about that, either. The Professors often give me feedback on what a dilligent student she was. And I'm sure she's made you both proud, Arthur and Molly Weasley. Would any of you care to make a speech, then?"
So one by one, everybody went up onstage and gave a talk about what the late Ginny Weasley really means to them. Nobody noticed the silent footsteps going up to the coffin.
*
With a single red rose in his hand, a hooded stranger walked up to the opened glass coffin.
"Ginny..."He whispered, so softly that he could hardly hear himself. His voice was choked as he strained to fight back his tears.
Malfoys never cry.
"It's not meant to turn out this way...Hell, Red, I've was going to ask you out. You're really beautiful, you know. But why? Why did you do this to yourself? It's just...not right. I loved you, Ginny. I did. I've never loved anyone before. And yet you, of all people. iYou./i I'm supposed to be cold and heartless. I don't love, Ginny. I'm not supposed to. Father says true Malfoys don't have any feelings other than hate. I guess I'm not a true Malfoy then. Hell, I'd be soiling my family name just by being with you. But I'm willing to sacrifice my reputation. No, not that you're bad or anything. It's just...Slytherins aren't supposed to fall for Gryffindors. When I overheard Hermione and Ron talking about you, I knew something was wrong. So I followed you, that night, to the lake. And I wish I had done something, that I had stopped you. If only I did. Now I know how much I need you. And how much you mean to me. And hell, did you really love me? If you really did...why did you do this to yourself? Do you know how much it pains me, to see you like this? I can't live without you, Red. I can't. And I'll still love you forever, even if it's wrong. You haunt my dreams, you know. Everywhere I turn, I see your face. I really love you. If somebody told me last year I would someday fall in love with you, I would have sniggered and made a sarcastic remark. But now I realise it's true. I've been in love with you since I met you. And see this red rose? I thought you'd like it. See? Life is like a rose...there're thorns everywhere, and those are like, flaws in your life. Flaws, but they're still with you. Nobody's perfect, but I think you are. And the petals...those are signs of beauty. Just like you, Red. The color of the petals are just like your hair, red and so hauntingly beautiful. And you...you're really pretty. And a red rose is a symbol of love. I got this from Professor Sprout. She's been breeding these for a long time now, and she gave me two to breed recently. So now I'm giving one to you. And...Well, I just want you to know that ... I really love you, Ginny. I know I've said it before, but I'm saying it again. I love you."
He bent over and kissed her on her cheek, and his silver hair brushed against her cheek, a single tear falling from his grey eyes upon her beautiful features.