A/N- This idea has been in my head for awhile. It's starts out Ginny/Harry,
but will eventually be Ginny/Draco.
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Ginny bounced down the hallway, whistling a happy tune. She was on her way to Harry's Head Boy room, to celebrate Valentine's Day. Gifts had been received that morning in the Great Hall during breakfast, and she had happily gotten a single red rose and heart-shaped chocolates delivered by Harry's snowy owl Hedwig.
She had given Harry a gift she had made herself, a ceramic heart she had created the Muggle way over the summer while visiting her Squib aunt, who was an artist in the Muggle world.
A little something extra was put into the clay heart once Ginny had been preparing to give it to Harry. She thought back to the time she had cornered Hermione to ask for help during one of the rare moments the brunette wasn't being flanked by lanky Ron and green-eyed Harry. When Ginny had asked Hermione to help her find a spell to put the spirit of a person's heart into an inanimate object, the brilliant witch had paled a bit and asked why she would need a spell to do that.
Ginny had answered that it would be a Valentines Day gift for Harry, but that she had researched and couldn't find the proper spell. Hermione knew it because she had done an extra credit project on it and the risks of using it in Charms in her 6th year, and eventually told it to Ginny, after much prodding and threatening by the red-head.
After the spell was complete, the ceramic heart slightly glowed and pulsed a little bit if you squinted and held it in your hands long enough. Ginny thought it was the perfect gift for her perfect boyfriend, and couldn't wait to give it to him on the morning of February 14th.
Ginny shook her head to clear it of the thoughts as she came upon reaching his door, didn't bother to knock, and just entered after saying the incredibly predictable password, "Quidditch." Ginny rolled her eyes as she remembered trying to get Harry to pick a different password. He had insisted that he needed something easy to remember.
Peeking inside, she started saying, "Happy Valen–," until the sight that her eyes registered in her brain. Harry. Hermione. No clothes. Together. Everything blurred, and she stumbled back in shock. Harry quickly stood up, sans clothes and glasses, holding a blanket up around his waist, reaching out to Ginny in an attempt to explain. She didn't wait for an excuse, just ran away, trying to escape what she knew would change everything.
As Harry watched her sprint down the hallway, he knew he had made a mistake. In a fit of anger and regret, he took to nearest breakable thing and chucked it against the wall by his room. Not waiting to see what fragile object he had shattered, he turned back into his room, ready to brainstorm with Hermione all the possible ways he could apologize to Ginny.
The softly glowing pieces of Ginny's ceramic heart lay in pieces outside of Harry Potter's Head Boy room as the giver of the gift lay sobbing, broken, in her curtain-enclosed bed.
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Ginny bounced down the hallway, whistling a happy tune. She was on her way to Harry's Head Boy room, to celebrate Valentine's Day. Gifts had been received that morning in the Great Hall during breakfast, and she had happily gotten a single red rose and heart-shaped chocolates delivered by Harry's snowy owl Hedwig.
She had given Harry a gift she had made herself, a ceramic heart she had created the Muggle way over the summer while visiting her Squib aunt, who was an artist in the Muggle world.
A little something extra was put into the clay heart once Ginny had been preparing to give it to Harry. She thought back to the time she had cornered Hermione to ask for help during one of the rare moments the brunette wasn't being flanked by lanky Ron and green-eyed Harry. When Ginny had asked Hermione to help her find a spell to put the spirit of a person's heart into an inanimate object, the brilliant witch had paled a bit and asked why she would need a spell to do that.
Ginny had answered that it would be a Valentines Day gift for Harry, but that she had researched and couldn't find the proper spell. Hermione knew it because she had done an extra credit project on it and the risks of using it in Charms in her 6th year, and eventually told it to Ginny, after much prodding and threatening by the red-head.
After the spell was complete, the ceramic heart slightly glowed and pulsed a little bit if you squinted and held it in your hands long enough. Ginny thought it was the perfect gift for her perfect boyfriend, and couldn't wait to give it to him on the morning of February 14th.
Ginny shook her head to clear it of the thoughts as she came upon reaching his door, didn't bother to knock, and just entered after saying the incredibly predictable password, "Quidditch." Ginny rolled her eyes as she remembered trying to get Harry to pick a different password. He had insisted that he needed something easy to remember.
Peeking inside, she started saying, "Happy Valen–," until the sight that her eyes registered in her brain. Harry. Hermione. No clothes. Together. Everything blurred, and she stumbled back in shock. Harry quickly stood up, sans clothes and glasses, holding a blanket up around his waist, reaching out to Ginny in an attempt to explain. She didn't wait for an excuse, just ran away, trying to escape what she knew would change everything.
As Harry watched her sprint down the hallway, he knew he had made a mistake. In a fit of anger and regret, he took to nearest breakable thing and chucked it against the wall by his room. Not waiting to see what fragile object he had shattered, he turned back into his room, ready to brainstorm with Hermione all the possible ways he could apologize to Ginny.
The softly glowing pieces of Ginny's ceramic heart lay in pieces outside of Harry Potter's Head Boy room as the giver of the gift lay sobbing, broken, in her curtain-enclosed bed.