For Eternity
Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter.
A.N. I am so sorry, yet again. I am horrible at updating, but hopefully, as it's summer I'll have enough complete and utter boredom to post. Thanks so much to all who reviewed. Please don't abandon me, although I deserve it.
Chapter 6: Colin
Ginny was in tears when she arrived back in her room. Luna stood up and hugged her without speaking. There was really nothing to say. After a few moments of Ginny's silent crying Pavarti finally spoke up.
"Um, is there anyone else you still need to tell about the wedding," This, of course, just made the girl cry harder. "Sorry," Pavarti muttered into her robes.
Suddenly Ginny's tears subsided and an evil smile stretched across her face. "I haven't told Colin yet," she told them. The girls looked at her quizzically. "Lavender, get me a piece of paper out of that drawer."
Lavender looked like she wasn't entirely sure of Ginny's sanity, but she seemed to figure that now wasn't the time to upset and insane Ginny, and reached into the drawer to gave her what she wanted.
For a few moments the girls watched in shocked silence as Ginny scribbled some sort of message on the aforementioned paper, manically laughing.
"Here," she said proudly after about a minute and a half, holding her treasure up for the other occupants of the room to read.
It read:
Dear Colin,
I know this is sudden, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I am getting married. Although I still have a year of school left, my future husband and I have decided that we just can't wait any longer. The wedding will be held on the 16th of July, and it would be wonderful if you could attend. Please RSVP by the 8th.
Love,
Ginny
Oh yes, and my soon-to-be husband is Draco Malfoy.
About halfway through reading Luna started to snicker, and when she read the last time it turned into a full blown laugh. She was joined soon after by the other two.
"What do you think of my handiwork?" Ginny asked innocently.
"I can't wait to see the look on Colin's face," was the only reply, which came from Lavender.
Smiling maliciously, Ginny tied the letter to the leg of Errol, gave him a treat, and sent him on its way.
The next few hours were spent in talking, and by the end Ginny was feeling immensely better about her fate.
At 3:00 they had finally decided to go to bed when the doorbell rang.
"Wha," Pavarti trailed off, "What was that?"
"A doorbell?" Luna asked.
"Well, I got that much, but who would be ringing it in the middle of the night?"
"An Ax murderer?" Lavender suggested, turning white as a sheet.
"Oh yes, a polite ax murderer that thought it rude not to ring the doorbell," Ginny muttered sarcastically.
"Oh," Pavarti began sheepishly, "Yeah. But you never know!" she added.
"Come on," Ginny said, grabbing Luna's hand and dragging her down the stairs. Everyone else was asleep, so she doubted they had heard the bell.
She could hear a heavy breathing on the other side of the door, and trying not to think about what could be on the other side, she threw it open.
"Ahhhhh, It is an ax murderer!" shrieked Lavender, who had come down the stairs behind them.
"Um, no, I don't think so," Ginny replied. In fact, from what she could tell, it was a very wet, angry looking Colin who looked like he had the ability to become a murderer.
"Hullo Colin," Luna said casually.
A flash of lighting hit the sky behind Colin, making him look even more menacing.
"What…was…that…letter….Ginny?" he said, pausing between each word.
"Um," she stopped for a moment, "Come inside and I'll explain everything."
The murderous look on Colin's face had subsided somewhat by the end of her story, but her still looked quite upset.
"Bastard prophet makers," he muttered, standing in a rather large puddle of rain water, "What the hell do they know?"
Ginny smiled meekly at him.
"Isn't there any way you can get out of it?"
Ginny shook her head.
"How did you get here?" Luna asked suddenly, surprising them all. The all wondered how it had not occurred to them to ask.
"I ran," he said simply.
Ginny's mouth dropped open, "From where?"
"My house," he said as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
"But," she began, "You live like, 500 kilometers away. You would have had to have been going like, 90 km per hour."
He just shrugged, "It's amazing what adrenalin can do. If I die, it's your fault. I'm still not happy about that letter.
She smiled sheepishly, "Sorry."
