I would just like to say that although I love J. K. Rowling and all of her characters, imagry, storylines and the such, they have never been mine and will never be mine. Rowling has just given me a push to explore my own imagination.
A/N: This is my first fan-fic that I've ventured to write by myself. It's a Hr/G femme/slash angsty romance fic. I'm warning you of that right now before you read. Right now it's not too bad, but it may get that way in the future. I'm not sure if I'm confident with myself to write any sex scenes, so we'll see. I guess it depends on the kind of feedback I get whether I'll take it in that direction. I'm not too sure why, but I've been partial to Hr/G romances. I guess because it pushes the boundaries of what's "normal" and I've always loved those two characters. Hope you like it, thanks for reading!
Prologue
She watched as a lonely leaf drifted down towards the ground. It was the reddish brown color of the fading fall season. The leaf suddenly stirred as it was caught in a slight breeze and was now sailing gracefully towards a small group of people walking through the grounds. Ginny thought to herself, I know how you feel. You think you're thriving, you've got this great life. Warm breezes, sunny skies, long wonderful days... Then things change, you loose your strength, you start to wither and die, and then it's over. You're drifting down towards your final resting place. As she continued to gaze through the window, she now noticed who made up that small group of people. It was the inseparable trio, Ron, Harry, and Hermione. "Oh, if only..." she said softly to herself. "If only..."
Ginny was the kind of girl everybody loved. She was smart, fun, vivacious. She loved life and had a real humor about her that made everyone else around her feel warm inside. It was her sixth year at Hogwarts. With the sudden death of the well loved Dumbledore, everyone thought for sure the school would be shut down. The Ministry of Magic had tried their hardest, but in the end Professor McGonagall had persevered. The school would remain open, at least as long as there was one student who wished to learn. Ginny was glad for this one small victory. At first it had been because she would be able to see Harry, but after the summer she had experienced, it was for another reason altogether.