A/N: Hi! Someone in my algebra class loaned me a pencil one day and I got fascinated with the possibilities of a simple writing utensil. This is the story that came out of it.
Ginny walked into her old bedroom at the Burrow and looked around at all of her childhood possessions. As a nineteen-year-old, she was amazed at the amount of childish objects she had left in this room when she had moved into Harry's apartment two years ago. Now that she was married and moving to a real house, she had come here to pack everything up. She smiled as her gaze settled on a quill, still in perfect shape after all these years.
FLASHBACK
"Oh no! Why, oh why, did he have to break my last quill yesterday?!" Ginny cried out frantically. "And today being the last day of my OWL's, too! I am going to kill Colin when I get my hands on him!" she said furiously.
"Don't worry, Ginny," Hermione said soothingly. "I'm sure someone will have a spare quill for you to use."
"Why don't you just transfigure something into a quill," Ron said with the air of someone pointing out the obvious.
"Because, Ron," Ginny spat out the name angrily. "They don't let us use any quills that have any magic on them at all!" she yelled.
Ron, looking frightened by Ginny's outburst of anger, quickly stood up on a chair in the common room and yelled, "Oi! Who here has a quill my sister can borrow?" When no one answered, Ron looked fearfully at his younger, and now furious, sister and ran out of the room.
"Here's a quill, Ginny," a soft voice said from behind her. She spun around.
It was Harry.
She shakily accepted the quill from his outstretched fingers and quietly mumbled a thank you, before excusing herself and running towards the Great Hall.
All throughout the test, Ginny kept thinking of Harry and the fact that she was holding his quill. That evening, she ran up to her dorm and put it carefully in her trunk before getting ready for dinner.
END FLASHBACK
Harry walked into the room, watching his wife look at a quill lying on her desk.
"I always wondered what happened to that quill."
A/N: Awww, isn't that sweet? Now please review. I don't care if you flame, or not, because the only way I'm going to learn to write better is with lots and lots of criticism, good and bad.
