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Nothing Like Fairytales
HarryGinny
As a little girl, she'd always loved – well, wait a second.
Everybody knows this story.
Because she's Ginny Weasley, and of course she'd always had a crush on Harry Potter. That's just how the story – this story, though it's not really a love story – goes, isn't it? The sweet little girl dreams endlessly of the prince of the storybooks, they meet, fall in love, and live happily ever after.
(Well, she'd always been somewhat of an eternal optimist.)
Reality, though, is nothing like fairytales, nothing like any of the love stories she's read. It's much darker, harsher, worse. It's not at all bright sunshine and rainbows. It's war and blood and death; it's tears shed for fathers bitten by snakes and being brainwashed by a diary.
It's nothing like her dreams, and maybe that's why she retreats into them more and more.
In her dreams, her prince is still Harry, but he morphs into somebody less like Prince Charming and more like…more like Harry. He becomes the boy with ridiculously messy hair and ridiculously bright green eyes, with glasses and awkwardness and flaws.
He becomes the boy who catches her eye and laughs when nobody else does, and maybe that's when she actually falls in love with him.
Maybe she's always been dreaming of a hero, not a prince. A normal boy, with insecurities and passions, who wishes for friendship and love and a family, who does what he has to do for the people he loves. Just Harry, who kisses her by the lake and counts her freckles and tells her she's awesome at Quidditch.
Just Harry, who loves her for her in their happy ending.
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