AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so here's Alternate Ending One: Snape-Ginny. If you don't like this pairing, don't read this ending. Read Alternate Ending Two. For those few of you who do like Snape-Ginny, enjoy.
BooBooKittyFuxs: Oh, no...Ginny wasn't going to sleep with Kingsley...at, least...I didn't intend her to...but who kows...she's a naughty little girl. She does seem like a bit of a whore, doesn't she? Hmm...chalk it up to sexual tension and enjoy. :)
SuckerForASweetTalker: No, no, no, no. You're not being mean or being a bitch. You're entitled to your own opinion, and in this case, I agree with that opinion...it's quite astute and valid. I hadn't meant to make GInny such a spread-legged whore...I didn't even think of her as seeming so promiscuous until I got all these reviews saying so...and by then it was too late. Just assume that Ginny's been shagged twice before that day and that was 'letting her hair down'. I know, flimsy excuse, but I really just wrote this for relief from plot, so it doesn't really go anywhere. Sorry. About the Ginny-Draco thing, I specifically categorized it as just a Giny fic because I wasn't sure where it was going. However, it probably screwed it up, so I'm sorry and I hope you enjoy Alternate Ending Two. Thanks for the helpful review.
To the anonymous hmmm...: I'm sorry! I can't believe I made Ginny into such a whore. And this really wasn't supposed to be so long...it was supposed to be short, plotless and comic relief. It didn't turn out that way. I want to say to everyone that which I've said many times before: I'M A BLOODY MORON! And I take pride in it. I royally screwed this story up by trying to make an ending for everyone. Don't worry...my other stories are better. Check out my newest story if you want plot.
Iviest: Not a chance. This is something else I wanted to say...I've never been in a romantic relationship so I honestly don't know how they work. Hell, I don't know how emotions work. I honestly think that during the whole birth-of-being part I was cheesed off in the hormones department. Which makes this story such an irony in itself. A sad, pathetic irony, but an irony nonetheless.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine unless it is, because then it doesn't belong to J. K. Rowling.
Hormonal Half-Wits
Chapter 27: Alternate Ending One
Oh my gods. I cannot believe it. Today is the day. Who would have imagined…I would be getting married to a Slytherin. Bugger that Parkinson bint…she won't leave me alone. She's been fussing with my hair for hours and I've only just managed to get her to go away…I swear she was trying to cut it without my noticing it…
So, I was going through all my old things…you know, preparing for the move and everything…when I came across this old rug that tried to bite me…well, I 'accidentally' cursed it into swallowing its own tongue (should rugs have tongues?) and when it finally coughed it back up, this weird gold and scarlet thing fell out of it.
And it was then that I remembered that hectic Boxing Day eight years ago.
Can you talk about overactive hormones? Jesus Christ. I was reading it (I see I referred to you as 'you'…a direct personality…no wonder I was such an outcast…I talked to my diary…come to think of it, I still am…how are you?) over while Parkinson was attacking my hair, and I just can't figure out which is worse…the males' actions, or my reactions.
I sound like a right little leg-spreading whore, don't I? Damn…it all seemed so aboveboard and…well…just natural. I guess I was just as sexually repressed as everyone else in that house. Honestly…looking back on us, we were all just shuffling around meekly waiting to get laid.
I mean, I had only slept with two men by the time I was twenty-three. Colin and Seamus, which was just weird for me. And pathetic. I don't know what happened that day…everyone else was acting strange…perhaps I was as well. I mean, I had always been so careful with my emotions after the Harry ordeal.
Out of character, I slept with Zabini. It was just a spontaneous, spur-of-the-moment thing when for once, I just decided I was old enough to deal with heartbreak. And maybe I knew all along it wouldn't work with Zabini…to be honest, I don't care and I don't regret it. It was a part of my life…and it's past me.
Snape, however…
Him I'm marrying in two hours.
After reading you (here we go again…), I figured I'd write a little something. My last entry as Ginevra Weasley. We caught up with those Death Eaters in Eastbourne eight years ago. We lost Kingsley and Luna in the crossfire and I've never stopped mourning either of two of my dearest friends.
But we found something there that eased my sorrow.
Severus. Just as we'd captured the last Death Eater, Hermione called us into this back room in the hideout. Tied to a chair and gagged, was Severus. My Severus. He's explained it all so many times, yet I still don't think even he knows entirely what happened.
It seems he went along on his suicide mission. Went to the Death Eater gathering. It came to the point where he would cast this spell that would wipe out everything within a mile, including him. He's told me over and over again that as he took his wand out, he was thinking how much he didn't want to die. How much he wanted to see me again.
And when he cast the spell, he closed his eyes. Thing was, he was able to open them again. It seems, from what Dumbledore and Severus have pieced together, that Snape was concentrating so much on me that he Apparated as he cast the spell, removing himself before the spell could take affect on him.
Of course, he was taken up by the Death Eaters who had seen the blast and had been in their hold for a good month or so when we found him. Seems they were trying to torture Order information out of him.
I was crying so hard when I saw him.
It was then that I realized how stupid I had been to let him leave. I latched onto him and told him he was never leaving me for as long as I lived. He laughed weakly and asked if that was a proposal. I told him to go shove it and I kissed him.
He proposed a month later.
And now here I am, still trying to ward Parkinson off. Why Severus chose her as his 'best man', I have not the slightest, but…to each his own. I chose Neville as my maid of honour, much to Severus's disgust. I told him I did it because Neville was sweet and my good friend.
Really, I just did it because I knew Severus would hate it. Gods, I love getting that man riled up. So, while Parkinson stabs me to death, I'm counting the minutes until I am no longer Ginevra Weasley…when I can finally call myself…
Mrs. Ginevra Snape.
I think Ron's going to kill himself.
