For chibi_kitsune06
You always fold, just at the end.
Ginny sat on her side of the couch, pouting and annoyed. She heard Hermione, cooking in the kitchen, banging pots a little more than she needed to. Ginny gritted her teeth. She wouldn't be the one to give in this time.
Ginny always ended up being the one to give in. And people said she was stubborn! It wasn't her fault that Hermione was over-sensitive. She got pissed over small things and then wouldn't talk to Ginny until she apologized, and Ginny was normally lucky if she was even told what she had done.
So now, there she was fuming, with another pissed off Hermione in the kitchen, what to do?
She knew she should have gone for a bloke, she thought bitterly. At least they didn't PMS.
Ginny sighed. She wondered where her backbone wnet when she walked into the kitchen.
Her mione instantly started moving faster, trying to look busy. Ginny tried to snake her arms around the other womans waist but was pushed away.
"Hermione..." she whined and moved again, trying to get ahold ofthe brown-haired wonder's arm, trying to get the stubborn witch to look at her. Hermione pushed Ginny away from her and flicked her wand to show she was serious. Ginny shrieked, mostly in annoyance as Hermione walked coldly by her and Ginny was left, swatting at her head. "No fair, using my favorite hex against me!" she yelled after Hermione.
Ginny was equally pissed by now. "Fine! I'm outta here!" she yelled at the top of her lungs and Apparated to the Burrow. At least she was welcome there.
~*~*~*~
Ginny tried to seem interested in Charlie's stories but couldn't seem to concentrate. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Sorry, what'd'ya say?" she asked Charlie.
"I asked if ya were alright," Charlie said in an accent that he had picked up in his travels.
"Uh, oh, yeah. Fine," she said distracted.
"Another fight?"
Ginny sighed, feeling worn out. "Yeah."
~*~*~*~
"What the hell did you do?" Ron accused.
"Why do you automatically assume it was me?" Ginny asked, insulted.
"She came to my house crying, Gin!"
"Good riddance!" she shouted back, meanly. She knew she didn't mean it.
Ron stopped and looked at her, shaking his head. "Gin, I don't know what to do about you sometimes."
"I'm so sick of her. She starts fights and I never know why, then she sheds a single tear and then everything's my fault!" she said sinking to her knees, tears of her own slipping through her barrier.
Ron sat down cradeling his baby sister in sympathy.
~*~*~*~
When Ginny got the news, it was a week later. She was asleep in her bed, hair tangled, mascara running, eyes puffy. She had cried so many tears she wasn't sure she had anymore.
But when Bill came into her room later that day, she found she could. She damned it, the whole thing. She damned the wizarding world. She damned the stupid bastard who hadn't looked where he was going. She damned her stubborness, normally she walked Hermione to work everyday. She damned their luck, that the both worked in the most dangerous department in all of London and that she would die of something so trivial. And that Ginny, the "tough" girl, would end up to die of a broken heart.
~*~*~*~
And standing in her no-longer-second-hand black dress, watching her love being lowered, she wished she had just let some things go. She wished she had told her she loved her, just one more time.
The first thing she did when she got home was cut her hair, the one thing Hermione always loved them most. With tears in her eyes, she knew she was no long Ginny Weasley without her.