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Title: Bloody Valentine Author: everythinggreen Rating: PG-13 for some strong language and sensual moments. Note that all words bleeped on TV with be written like this: ex. "F you!"
Summary: Ginny Weasley is now very confident of her 16 year oild self. But since her first day of her 6th year and Hogwarts, she's been getting strange love letters. On Valentine's Day, it gets a little to personal for her liking.
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Chapter One: First Day
Ginny Wealsey smiled. Her head rested on the window pane of the Hogwarts Express, her forehead numb with the cold. It was raining very hard, and hadn't stopped since 3:00 AM. Ginny didn't mind. She loved the rain. She always loved the idea of water falling, just sort of dropping form the sky.
She heard the compartment door slide open, and she looked to see who had entered. "Ginny!" her best friend, Marshall Sanders, said. "Hey, girl," Ginny said. (A/N Marshall is a girl) The brunnette sat across from the redhead, and smiled. "I have been looking for you forever!" the hyper 16 year old said, "Some dude on the train gave me a letter for you. Said that his friend gave the letter to him from his friend's friend's cousin." Ginny, being a girl, knew excatly what she had said. Marshall took a letter out from her jean pocket and handed it to Ginny. Ginny's eyeborws were furrowed in confusion. She opened the letter. It read:
Dearest Ginny,
I've watched you from day one at Hogwarts. As soon as I saw you, I knew I had to have you as my own. I have longed for so long to run my hands through your hair, to taste your lips. For 5 years, I haven't had the guts to tell you. But now, that will all change. You will discover who I am, but not right away. No, you will not know until later this year. But believe me, you will know. And no one will stand in my way.
With love,
Your secret admirer
Ginny bit her lip, and looked up at Marshall. "What's it say?" Marshall asked. Without waitning for a reply, the girl snatched the letter from Ginny's hands. Ginny watched as Marshall read, and could see her eyes widen. "No one will stand in my way?" Marshall quoted, "Sounds like he wants you pretty badly." Ginny sighed. "What guy would, well, 'want' me?" Marshall's mouth dropped open.
"Ginny! I hope you just jumbled up your words because- what guy WOULDN'T want you?" she cried. "What?" Ginny asked, confused. "Have you looked in the mirror lately? You are the talk of the train! All I heard when I asked where you were was, "When you find, tell her her ass is awesome," and, "What happened over the summer? She's beyond hot!" Marshall quoted. Ginny's eyebrows shot up. "Really?" She felt- somewhat- strange, having everyone talk about her.
Suddenly, the train came to a sudden stop. Ginny fell to the floor, while Marshall hit her head on the wall above the seat. "What the hell-"Marsahll mumbled, rubbing the back of her head. "Ginny? Ginny, are you alright?" Marshall looked at the floor and saw Ginny, crumpled at on the floor. "Ginny!" Marshall jumped to the floor and flipped Ginny over, laying her head in her lap. Marshall saw a large gash on the top of her forehead, blood gushing from it. "Ginny, wake up!" Marshall cried, shaking her friend. Ginny eyes fluttered open. "Ginny, thank god." Ginny smiled, and pulled herself into a sitting position. "What happened?" she muttered. "Don't know," Marshall answered her. Ginny put her fingers to the gash, and withdrew them to see blood.
"Here, let me help you," Marshall said, getting out a hankerchief from her other jean pocket. Ginny smiled her thanks, and took it from herfriend, rasing it to her forehead. The two girls sat down on the seats again, and watched the train start to move again.
"Why's it stop?" Ginny asked. "I told you, I don't know," Marshall answered. Ginny shrugged, and removed the hankerchief. "Did it stop?" Ginny asked Marshall. The brunnette nodded. "Keep the hankerchief." Ginny laughed. "Well, we should get dressed." Marshall nodded in agreement.
10 minutes later, the two girls were dressed in their black Hogwarts robes with the Gryffindor seal on them. 2 games of exploding snap and 30 minutes later, the train stopped, gracefully this time, and the girls got off the train. They had to walk single file to fit in the large crowd, and Ginny in the rear held on to the back of Marshall's cloak to keep up with her friend. Suddenly, Ginny was pushed to the ground when someone stumbled into her. She tried to stand, but was rudely knocked down again. Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of her. "Let me help you." She didn't recognize the voice, so she assumed she didn't know them. She placed her small hand in the person helping her, and that person pulled her off the ground. She smiled at the person, but it vanished when she saw who it was.
"Oh. It's you, Wealsette," Draco said. "Well, if it isn't the bouncing ferret," Ginny said coldy. The two had a staring contest for 10 seconds, then Draco said, "Well, hope you have a horrible year." Ginny glared. "If you hate me, why did you help me?" she called after him, but her only response was a fanit smirk before he was enveloped into the crowd. Ginny smiled and thought, 'So Draco Malfoy has manners. Maybe not with me, but they are there.'
After the sorting ceremony, Ginny was very tired. She had learned why the train had stopped though. The conducter had stayed up very late packing his things for Hogwarts, and fell asleep, pushing the break. Ginny shivered. She was glad he fell on the break and not something else.
Ginny walked into her dormitory, alone since her friends were getting aqqainted with the 7th years boys. Ginny chuckled. Knowing Marshall, she'd have them on the couch making out with her within 5 minutes. She saw her stuff neatly put at the end of her bed, her pet owl, Sophia's, cage empty.
Ginny walked to her bed, and saw a piece of parchment. It was the same kind of parchment Ginny had gotten earlier on the train. She picked it up, sta down on her bed, and began to read.
My Dearest Virginia,
I saw your little tumble on the train. I wanted to rush in and help you, but I would have risked my identity if I did. I hope that gash on your head will heal quickly, and wasn't to deep. May I remind you, that I will let you know who I am soon enough. I wrote this poem for you. I hope you like it:
I love your soft kisses. I love your soft touch. I love the way you bite your lip. I love you soooooo much.
I love the way you look at me. I love the way you smile. I love the way you're shy sometimes, Every once and a while.
I love it when you look at me, When I'm not looking at you. You think I do not realize it, But really...I do.
I love the way you cuddle. I love the way you sleep. I love the way you rub your neck, when you are thinking so deep.
I love all of you, Your nose, your lips, your hair, your feet. I will never stop loving you. You are so amazingly sweet.
I love that I love you. I have loved you from the very start. I LOVE ALL OF YOU, I now hand you the key to my heart.
I hope you know now how much I love you.
Your secret admirer
Ginny smiled slightly. "Wow," she whispered. That poem was no sad love poem. It was long, and touching. For the first time in her life, Ginny felt wanted, and loved. But she felt this guy was coming on a little to fast. She had to meet him! But he said she would have to wait. But he also said she'd know. Ohh, how she wished she knew! She layed down on her pillow, and closed her eyes. Within minutes, she was asleep.
Ginny's eyes fluttered open. It was dark, and had to be past midnight. The letter was still on her bed, indicating she had slept soundly. She found herself very thirsty, and decided to go get a glass of water. These were always availible in the common rooms to students at night. She threw back her curtains and tiptoed to Marshall's bed to see if she was there. She peeked through the curtains. Ginny saw a large lump in the sheets. Ginny rolled her eyes. Marshall had attempted the pillow trick. Ginny, having done this several times to play pranks on Ron with Fred and George, knew what it looked like. She threw back the covers, and sure enough there were 3 pillows shaped like a body. 'Where is she?' Ginny asked herself. She quickly brushed off the thought. Marshall was always up to no good. Ginny threw the covers back over the pillows, and tiptoed out of the dormitory.
She gulped down the glass of water, and put the glass back on the counter, and disappeard to head for the kitchens. She turned, and saw a sight she wished she hadn't seen.
Marshall was lying ontop of Ginny's ex-boyfriend, Joey Hartsaid, and kissing him. His hand was up her shirt, and her hands were inside his pants, doing something Ginny didn't want to think about. It was Joey who had broken up with her, and she still had feelings for him. Tears filled Ginny's eyes, and she ran upstairs, making noise as she went. But that did not stop the ahem activities on the ccouch.
Ginny threw herself on her bed, and cried herself to sleep.
Title: Bloody Valentine Author: everythinggreen Rating: PG-13 for some strong language and sensual moments. Note that all words bleeped on TV with be written like this: ex. "F you!"
Summary: Ginny Weasley is now very confident of her 16 year oild self. But since her first day of her 6th year and Hogwarts, she's been getting strange love letters. On Valentine's Day, it gets a little to personal for her liking.
Now, finally, the story! Wahoo!
Chapter One: First Day
Ginny Wealsey smiled. Her head rested on the window pane of the Hogwarts Express, her forehead numb with the cold. It was raining very hard, and hadn't stopped since 3:00 AM. Ginny didn't mind. She loved the rain. She always loved the idea of water falling, just sort of dropping form the sky.
She heard the compartment door slide open, and she looked to see who had entered. "Ginny!" her best friend, Marshall Sanders, said. "Hey, girl," Ginny said. (A/N Marshall is a girl) The brunnette sat across from the redhead, and smiled. "I have been looking for you forever!" the hyper 16 year old said, "Some dude on the train gave me a letter for you. Said that his friend gave the letter to him from his friend's friend's cousin." Ginny, being a girl, knew excatly what she had said. Marshall took a letter out from her jean pocket and handed it to Ginny. Ginny's eyeborws were furrowed in confusion. She opened the letter. It read:
Dearest Ginny,
I've watched you from day one at Hogwarts. As soon as I saw you, I knew I had to have you as my own. I have longed for so long to run my hands through your hair, to taste your lips. For 5 years, I haven't had the guts to tell you. But now, that will all change. You will discover who I am, but not right away. No, you will not know until later this year. But believe me, you will know. And no one will stand in my way.
With love,
Your secret admirer
Ginny bit her lip, and looked up at Marshall. "What's it say?" Marshall asked. Without waitning for a reply, the girl snatched the letter from Ginny's hands. Ginny watched as Marshall read, and could see her eyes widen. "No one will stand in my way?" Marshall quoted, "Sounds like he wants you pretty badly." Ginny sighed. "What guy would, well, 'want' me?" Marshall's mouth dropped open.
"Ginny! I hope you just jumbled up your words because- what guy WOULDN'T want you?" she cried. "What?" Ginny asked, confused. "Have you looked in the mirror lately? You are the talk of the train! All I heard when I asked where you were was, "When you find, tell her her ass is awesome," and, "What happened over the summer? She's beyond hot!" Marshall quoted. Ginny's eyebrows shot up. "Really?" She felt- somewhat- strange, having everyone talk about her.
Suddenly, the train came to a sudden stop. Ginny fell to the floor, while Marshall hit her head on the wall above the seat. "What the hell-"Marsahll mumbled, rubbing the back of her head. "Ginny? Ginny, are you alright?" Marshall looked at the floor and saw Ginny, crumpled at on the floor. "Ginny!" Marshall jumped to the floor and flipped Ginny over, laying her head in her lap. Marshall saw a large gash on the top of her forehead, blood gushing from it. "Ginny, wake up!" Marshall cried, shaking her friend. Ginny eyes fluttered open. "Ginny, thank god." Ginny smiled, and pulled herself into a sitting position. "What happened?" she muttered. "Don't know," Marshall answered her. Ginny put her fingers to the gash, and withdrew them to see blood.
"Here, let me help you," Marshall said, getting out a hankerchief from her other jean pocket. Ginny smiled her thanks, and took it from herfriend, rasing it to her forehead. The two girls sat down on the seats again, and watched the train start to move again.
"Why's it stop?" Ginny asked. "I told you, I don't know," Marshall answered. Ginny shrugged, and removed the hankerchief. "Did it stop?" Ginny asked Marshall. The brunnette nodded. "Keep the hankerchief." Ginny laughed. "Well, we should get dressed." Marshall nodded in agreement.
10 minutes later, the two girls were dressed in their black Hogwarts robes with the Gryffindor seal on them. 2 games of exploding snap and 30 minutes later, the train stopped, gracefully this time, and the girls got off the train. They had to walk single file to fit in the large crowd, and Ginny in the rear held on to the back of Marshall's cloak to keep up with her friend. Suddenly, Ginny was pushed to the ground when someone stumbled into her. She tried to stand, but was rudely knocked down again. Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of her. "Let me help you." She didn't recognize the voice, so she assumed she didn't know them. She placed her small hand in the person helping her, and that person pulled her off the ground. She smiled at the person, but it vanished when she saw who it was.
"Oh. It's you, Wealsette," Draco said. "Well, if it isn't the bouncing ferret," Ginny said coldy. The two had a staring contest for 10 seconds, then Draco said, "Well, hope you have a horrible year." Ginny glared. "If you hate me, why did you help me?" she called after him, but her only response was a fanit smirk before he was enveloped into the crowd. Ginny smiled and thought, 'So Draco Malfoy has manners. Maybe not with me, but they are there.'
After the sorting ceremony, Ginny was very tired. She had learned why the train had stopped though. The conducter had stayed up very late packing his things for Hogwarts, and fell asleep, pushing the break. Ginny shivered. She was glad he fell on the break and not something else.
Ginny walked into her dormitory, alone since her friends were getting aqqainted with the 7th years boys. Ginny chuckled. Knowing Marshall, she'd have them on the couch making out with her within 5 minutes. She saw her stuff neatly put at the end of her bed, her pet owl, Sophia's, cage empty.
Ginny walked to her bed, and saw a piece of parchment. It was the same kind of parchment Ginny had gotten earlier on the train. She picked it up, sta down on her bed, and began to read.
My Dearest Virginia,
I saw your little tumble on the train. I wanted to rush in and help you, but I would have risked my identity if I did. I hope that gash on your head will heal quickly, and wasn't to deep. May I remind you, that I will let you know who I am soon enough. I wrote this poem for you. I hope you like it:
I love your soft kisses. I love your soft touch. I love the way you bite your lip. I love you soooooo much.
I love the way you look at me. I love the way you smile. I love the way you're shy sometimes, Every once and a while.
I love it when you look at me, When I'm not looking at you. You think I do not realize it, But really...I do.
I love the way you cuddle. I love the way you sleep. I love the way you rub your neck, when you are thinking so deep.
I love all of you, Your nose, your lips, your hair, your feet. I will never stop loving you. You are so amazingly sweet.
I love that I love you. I have loved you from the very start. I LOVE ALL OF YOU, I now hand you the key to my heart.
I hope you know now how much I love you.
Your secret admirer
Ginny smiled slightly. "Wow," she whispered. That poem was no sad love poem. It was long, and touching. For the first time in her life, Ginny felt wanted, and loved. But she felt this guy was coming on a little to fast. She had to meet him! But he said she would have to wait. But he also said she'd know. Ohh, how she wished she knew! She layed down on her pillow, and closed her eyes. Within minutes, she was asleep.
Ginny's eyes fluttered open. It was dark, and had to be past midnight. The letter was still on her bed, indicating she had slept soundly. She found herself very thirsty, and decided to go get a glass of water. These were always availible in the common rooms to students at night. She threw back her curtains and tiptoed to Marshall's bed to see if she was there. She peeked through the curtains. Ginny saw a large lump in the sheets. Ginny rolled her eyes. Marshall had attempted the pillow trick. Ginny, having done this several times to play pranks on Ron with Fred and George, knew what it looked like. She threw back the covers, and sure enough there were 3 pillows shaped like a body. 'Where is she?' Ginny asked herself. She quickly brushed off the thought. Marshall was always up to no good. Ginny threw the covers back over the pillows, and tiptoed out of the dormitory.
She gulped down the glass of water, and put the glass back on the counter, and disappeard to head for the kitchens. She turned, and saw a sight she wished she hadn't seen.
Marshall was lying ontop of Ginny's ex-boyfriend, Joey Hartsaid, and kissing him. His hand was up her shirt, and her hands were inside his pants, doing something Ginny didn't want to think about. It was Joey who had broken up with her, and she still had feelings for him. Tears filled Ginny's eyes, and she ran upstairs, making noise as she went. But that did not stop the ahem activities on the ccouch.
Ginny threw herself on her bed, and cried herself to sleep.