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Until I Met You Chapter 2: HOLY CRAP HE'S DEAD!
Ginny, The letter began.
I'm not having any luck finding what I need. It's all I'm focused on now and it's frustrating that I can't find them! But the real reason I'm writing this letter is because I just want to apologize for leaving like that. That was just wrong of me. I didn't even say good bye to you…I mean, you really do still mean a lot to me and I hope you can forgive me. I am killing myself for doing this to you. Anyway, I must ask you NOT to write me back. I do not want anyone to find out what has been going on about… well you know. I know you still know how I feel. I just can't let anything happen to… well…you. But I'm all right. I hope you and everyone else is doing well. Good bye and Good Luck at Graduation! And please forgive me.
Harry
Ginny smiled. There was no need for him to ask forgiveness. She loved him too much to hate him. Figures, yes? Despite the fact that he was not finding anything, he was okay. At least he had not been hurt… yet. A small bit a relief lifted from her heart. The smile on her face shined like a thousand suns, showing all of her glee. And the best part of the letter: he said he still cared about her.
See. I told you he still loved me
Bullshit! It just says, "I can't let anything happen to you."
Mhmm. You're just wrong about this one.
…Whore.
After re-reading her letter several times, she got up and went to start her day of classes. Of course, most of them were dull. Putting the year in review always sucks. But for the first time all year, she paid attention in every single one of them.
"Ginevra Weasly." Headmistress McGonagall said.
Ginny walked up to her headmistress to receive her diploma. The day had finally come for her to leave Hogwarts. The redhead was at last finished with school. She took the rolled up parchment and looked into the audience of parents crying over their children, who (at least most of them) would never live at home again. Ginny looked absolutely stunning wearing a red and gold robe; her hair flowed down her back, sparkling with jewels she clipped in. It was such a shame her own parents could not be there to see their beautiful daughter at the graduation she knew they would want to come to.
Big surprise. Ginny thought as depression struck her again.
I just knew it. She looked over at Luna, who smiled and waved. Ginny smiled back and went back to join her fellow Gryffindors, irritated by the girls acting like they were at a photo shoot in front of the flashing lights of cameras.
After Headmistress McGonagall called all of the names, Ginny began walking back to the castle and prepared to pack up her things. Luna noticed Ginny leaving and began running towards her.
"GINNY! WAIT! WAIT DAMMIT!" Luna yelled, throwing a rock at her but missing her completely.
"What for? There's no one here from my family I can celebrate with. You were wrong about celebrating the good times. I'm going." Ginny began to walk off.
"Where are you going?"
"To Diagon Alley. I've decided to open up a book and wand shop." She kept walking, not looking back.
"…..Wait a second." Luna hugged her. "Come and visit me sometimes and I'll visit you, okay?"
Ginny hugged her back. "Alright. Bye Luna."
Ginny packed up her many things, being careful not to forget the letter Harry wrote. If she lost everything, she would make sure she had that letter. She took one last look around the dorms and the common room. She made sure she looked at the door where she and Harry had their first kiss with each other. And after revisiting that wonderful memory, she left.
It was a couple weeks after her graduation on an oh-how-I want-to-kill-myself-but-it-is-against-my-religion kind of day that Ginny finally opened her shop. It stood in the same place Ollivander's had. No one ever found Ollivander after he disappeared, and it was the only place available. Anyway… she changed a few of the details. She painted the inside gray and replaced the floors with black tile. She placed pictures of her family on the walls as a simple reminder to herself that they were still alive. Anyway, her shop was doing miraculously well. Every witch and wizard was surprised that it was beating out Flourish and Blotts. Of course, Ginny being as sad as she was, she was still unsatisfied with her life.
"Thank you so much. Come again." Ginny said pulling off a happy act. The elderly woman she was talking to was not fooled.
"Are you alright, dear?" She asked.
"Oh yeah, I'm just fine. A little tired is all." She smiled, again pulling the happy act.
The woman looked skeptical, but left. Ginny wondered if she really looked as sad as the woman let on. She paid no mind to it and continued to help the next customer. Every once in a while she would look at the new shiny silver shelves and noticed she had a lot less items than earlier that morning. Half of the books were already gone. She even was able to sell all of the things she ordered from Fred and George.
By the end of the day she was ready to lock up and go up to her rather large flat on the floor above. She saw all of the books on the floor. And muttered a spell to put them all back on the shelves. Just as she was about to go to her warm, soft feather bed, she heard muffled tears. Ginny became anxious. She silently walked to her desk and pulled out a large, metal baseball bat.
"Hello?" she called. There was no answer. The crying continued.
Ginny walked closer to the noise. The sound got louder with every step she took; and with that she got slightly more scared. She gripped her bat tighter and tighter, not paying attention to its immense weight. The crying got louder, almost sounding like a wail. Ginny slowly crept around and looked behind a bookcase. Surprisingly, a man wearing all black robes and platinum blonde hair was sitting in front of a bookcase, his hands over his face, sobbing his eyes out. The man suddenly stopped crying and looked at her.
"AHHHHH!" Ginny accidentally dropped the 8-pound bat on his crotch.
"OWWWWW! …. Oh God…Oww…. Eh…" The man rolled over on his side covering his groin with his hand. The tears he cried were now of pain, not of what Ginny had assumed to be sadness.
The man closed his eyes and Ginny walked over to see the man's face to get a closer look at his face. She got quite a surprise.
Draco Malfoy! What the hell?
…Maybe he got lost?
Yeah right. He looked like he was hiding.
Hey, he doesn't seem to be opening his eyes does he?
... HOLY CRAP! HE'S DEAD! OH MY GOD I DIDN'T THINK DOING THAT COULD KILL HIM! OH MY GOD!
It's okay! Look he's still breathing!
Oh God! I'll…I'll just put him somewhere upstairs... Yes that's what I'll do.
Ginny used a spell to bring Draco upstairs. Her flat looked fantastic. However, very messy. The walls were purple, and most of the furniture gold. They were her favorite colors. The furniture was finely built; able to hold the many boxes she had temporarily stacked on them. The floor was covered in paper, bills and loans she had to pay for buying the shop.
She looked around for a place to set Draco down, being careful not to put him on something she liked too much. She always said evil spreads like fungus. Gross. She picked the couch in the room before her bedroom and covered him with the blanket her mother had knitted for her when she was fourteen. He lay there peacefully, his breathing was even. It brought a lot of comfort to Ginny to know that she did not kill him, even though it seemed damn near impossible to kill someone from dropping a bat on their crotch... she just insured that he would have retarded children. Ginny felt a little guilty about hurting him like that, but yet it gave her some feeling of accomplishment. She moved some of his silky blonde hair out of his face and pulled the blanket up more. She looked at him noticing all of his matured features, much more defined than what she remembered before.
Wow… He's gotten a lot more handsome over the years.
WHAT ARE YOU THINKING! He was cruel to your brother AND Harry all those years.
Oh my God you're right… I can't be thinking he's good looking... He's... just... A DEATH EATER. Death Eaters aren't handsome... well...he is... God what's wrong with me...
Ginny went to bed remembering the intricate details of his face and wondering why he was in her store. Especially her store! And crying! He hated her family and all of her friends. It just did not make sense. After her last thoughts, she said a few prayers, mostly for Harry...and some for Draco, and drifted off into another dreamless sleep.
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