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Chapter Two: Ginny's Story
Ginny Weasly entered the Gryffindor Common Room. She was wearing formfitting green and blue robes that accented her green eyes and set off her pinned up flaming locks (A/N: I am a girl so no over graphicness here). Over the past two years, she had really started being noticed more by guys. Today was no exception. Several of the boys sitting on various couches whistled in appreciation as the portrait hole closed behind her and she crossed to the merrily crackling fire. Ron shot these boys suspicious glares, but was quickly distracted as he was busy playing with his Styrofoam packing peanuts. Harry caught her eye and left Hermione's side (who was glaring jealously at Ginny). He rubbed up against her (Ginny gasping with indignation) and said, "Hey sexy, how's tonight?" That set off her red headed temper and she shoved him; he stumbled back and sat hard on the burning logs in the fireplace. Limping over to Hermione, he asked her for a spell for burn relief. "No way, you b******. It serves you right for trying to cheat on me." Ron called out, "Oy, 'arry. Put some Styrofoam powder on it!" "Er, no thanks Ron." he said with the crooked grin that had once made Ginny's heart flutter. For a moment, they were all smiling, and it was almost as it had been before. Sniffing huffily Hermione gathered her books and went to her dorm. And she's upset, Ginny thought. It was less than a year before when she had been going steady with Harry. She had thought she was truly happy, and then she found out that.. Tears sprang to her eyes at that painful memory. Afterwards, Hermione had tried to comfort her, but then Ginny found out that she was in league with Harry all along. Ron was so upset by his friends' cruelty and betrayal that he tried smothering himself in crackers (stoned wheat thins, to be exact). The boys in the dorm quickly ate the pile, though, so a devastated Ron had turned to Styrofoam for comfort. He was on equal grounds with all three of them and he had claimed that the packing material helped him to see that they were all the same inside (Ever try breaking open one of those things?) Ever since, he had been obsessed with the stuff and was bent on majoring in Styrofoam manufacture and usage in college. Reflecting on the whole situation, she thought, I really wasn't happy with Harry. I made myself think I was. I only wanted to make PERFECT Hermione jealous. I can live without him, or Hermione. I can do this! It was then that she noticed that everyone in the room was gone. Oh, right. Dinner. Just as she was about to climb the steps to the girls' dorm, a voice in the back of her head told her that she'd better go, the sooner she made new friends the better. So to dinner she went. As she descended the staircase with great composure and dignity, her thoughts turned to Draco Malfoy. Gosh darn it, (replace with similar words, get my drift?) he was hot. She had spied on him earlier that day, in the North Tower. Just sitting there enjoying the serenity she was (go Yoda). Then HE came. He was so hot, so beautiful, and so.so dangerous all at the same time. And there, in the magical darkness before dawn, her heart had dared to hope, dared to risk hoping, that he loved her too. Not the way Harry loved Hermione. The way that Cedric had loved Cho and had looked at her, with real caring and passion in their eyes. She watched them carefully and dreamed of a love as this. A chilled wind whispered across her face and she realized that while lost in her thoughts, her feet found their own way. She was in the North Tower. An urge came over her and she let her hair down, something she had not done since Harry. He had told her that he loved her hair down, and ever since she couldn't find the courage to wear it that way. She let the ornately carved jade pins fall to the floor. Thank God they were spelled against breakage. They were the last things that Ron had given her before. "Whenever you look at these you'll remember the good side of your best bro, eh Gin?" That was last Christmas. A year ago tomorrow. Ginny didn't know how she would survive the holidays without all of them happy and together. She stood there thinking about recent events and eventually lost track of time. She was in a surreal winter world of her own, one where she did not hear her name being called, or the lights in the castle windows going out one by one, or the slight rustling noise behind her. Eventually her numb feet brought her back to the present Ginny brushed snow off the windowsill and sat down to think and wait until her feet thawed (she didn't think to use a warming charm). How was she to know that the ledge beneath was covered in a thin layer of black ice? Too late she realized it and felt herself losing her balance. Panic gripped her and for a moment she struggled, but she finally slipped off the sill into the shadowy world outside and gave herself in to this fate. The last thing she saw was the crystal clear sky. The last thing she hoped was that her life was as simple and clear. The last thing she prayed was that she somehow survived. The last thing she felt was the dark closing in.
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Ooh I bet you're saying "Well, this is suspenseful and all, but she's got to survive or where's the story. Duuuuuh!" Well you just wait and see. I am the story master and can do as I please. Mwahahahahahahaha. Note: Next chappy written. R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R Tell your friends, read my bio and other stories. Have a go at my style I don't care just do it. Luv to Terry, thanx for the reviews. Here's my cracker idea, no good story to go behind it otherwise. Sorry for the inside jokes, all. IM is a wonderful thing!!!! Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button CLICK IT YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!!!!!!!
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Disclaimer: All characters and places are Rowling's.
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Chapter Two: Ginny's Story
Ginny Weasly entered the Gryffindor Common Room. She was wearing formfitting green and blue robes that accented her green eyes and set off her pinned up flaming locks (A/N: I am a girl so no over graphicness here). Over the past two years, she had really started being noticed more by guys. Today was no exception. Several of the boys sitting on various couches whistled in appreciation as the portrait hole closed behind her and she crossed to the merrily crackling fire. Ron shot these boys suspicious glares, but was quickly distracted as he was busy playing with his Styrofoam packing peanuts. Harry caught her eye and left Hermione's side (who was glaring jealously at Ginny). He rubbed up against her (Ginny gasping with indignation) and said, "Hey sexy, how's tonight?" That set off her red headed temper and she shoved him; he stumbled back and sat hard on the burning logs in the fireplace. Limping over to Hermione, he asked her for a spell for burn relief. "No way, you b******. It serves you right for trying to cheat on me." Ron called out, "Oy, 'arry. Put some Styrofoam powder on it!" "Er, no thanks Ron." he said with the crooked grin that had once made Ginny's heart flutter. For a moment, they were all smiling, and it was almost as it had been before. Sniffing huffily Hermione gathered her books and went to her dorm. And she's upset, Ginny thought. It was less than a year before when she had been going steady with Harry. She had thought she was truly happy, and then she found out that.. Tears sprang to her eyes at that painful memory. Afterwards, Hermione had tried to comfort her, but then Ginny found out that she was in league with Harry all along. Ron was so upset by his friends' cruelty and betrayal that he tried smothering himself in crackers (stoned wheat thins, to be exact). The boys in the dorm quickly ate the pile, though, so a devastated Ron had turned to Styrofoam for comfort. He was on equal grounds with all three of them and he had claimed that the packing material helped him to see that they were all the same inside (Ever try breaking open one of those things?) Ever since, he had been obsessed with the stuff and was bent on majoring in Styrofoam manufacture and usage in college. Reflecting on the whole situation, she thought, I really wasn't happy with Harry. I made myself think I was. I only wanted to make PERFECT Hermione jealous. I can live without him, or Hermione. I can do this! It was then that she noticed that everyone in the room was gone. Oh, right. Dinner. Just as she was about to climb the steps to the girls' dorm, a voice in the back of her head told her that she'd better go, the sooner she made new friends the better. So to dinner she went. As she descended the staircase with great composure and dignity, her thoughts turned to Draco Malfoy. Gosh darn it, (replace with similar words, get my drift?) he was hot. She had spied on him earlier that day, in the North Tower. Just sitting there enjoying the serenity she was (go Yoda). Then HE came. He was so hot, so beautiful, and so.so dangerous all at the same time. And there, in the magical darkness before dawn, her heart had dared to hope, dared to risk hoping, that he loved her too. Not the way Harry loved Hermione. The way that Cedric had loved Cho and had looked at her, with real caring and passion in their eyes. She watched them carefully and dreamed of a love as this. A chilled wind whispered across her face and she realized that while lost in her thoughts, her feet found their own way. She was in the North Tower. An urge came over her and she let her hair down, something she had not done since Harry. He had told her that he loved her hair down, and ever since she couldn't find the courage to wear it that way. She let the ornately carved jade pins fall to the floor. Thank God they were spelled against breakage. They were the last things that Ron had given her before. "Whenever you look at these you'll remember the good side of your best bro, eh Gin?" That was last Christmas. A year ago tomorrow. Ginny didn't know how she would survive the holidays without all of them happy and together. She stood there thinking about recent events and eventually lost track of time. She was in a surreal winter world of her own, one where she did not hear her name being called, or the lights in the castle windows going out one by one, or the slight rustling noise behind her. Eventually her numb feet brought her back to the present Ginny brushed snow off the windowsill and sat down to think and wait until her feet thawed (she didn't think to use a warming charm). How was she to know that the ledge beneath was covered in a thin layer of black ice? Too late she realized it and felt herself losing her balance. Panic gripped her and for a moment she struggled, but she finally slipped off the sill into the shadowy world outside and gave herself in to this fate. The last thing she saw was the crystal clear sky. The last thing she hoped was that her life was as simple and clear. The last thing she prayed was that she somehow survived. The last thing she felt was the dark closing in.
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Ooh I bet you're saying "Well, this is suspenseful and all, but she's got to survive or where's the story. Duuuuuh!" Well you just wait and see. I am the story master and can do as I please. Mwahahahahahahaha. Note: Next chappy written. R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R&R Tell your friends, read my bio and other stories. Have a go at my style I don't care just do it. Luv to Terry, thanx for the reviews. Here's my cracker idea, no good story to go behind it otherwise. Sorry for the inside jokes, all. IM is a wonderful thing!!!! Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button Shiny twinkling button CLICK IT YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!!!!!!!