A Step Beyond (Ginny)
Title: A Step Beyond
Author:
digthewriter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ginny, Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: "Compass"
Word Count: 585
Summary: Ginny continues a conversation with her new friend at the party.
Notes: This is part 14 of the "Twisted Secrets" Story (AO3 LINK) written for prompts from
femslashficlets
"So tell me about your heartbreak," Vinny said when they found a corner table to sit at with their drinks.
"How do you know I had one?"
"You had one."
"Fine, you got me, but I have to call you something else, I hope that's okay. Because thinking of you in my head as Vinny is really kind of creepy."
The woman laughed and Ginny liked the sound of it. She seemed so carefree and it was attractive. Not that Ginny was attracted to her - not that she wasn't. It was just different. Ginny could see herself being friends with this woman if nothing else.
"My ex used to call me Anne, as part of Vianne - I suppose you can try that on your tongue."
Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"And now I realise how dirty that sounds…"
Anne laughed and Ginny laughed with her. "It's all right. I have to tease you if teasing is due."
"Indeed you do," Anne said, taking a sip of her wine. "So you were saying…"
"I wasn't," Ginny said.
"Wow, you're going to make me work hard, aren't you?" Anne said with a wink. "But, go on, do call me Anne. I want to hear how it sounds."
"Anne," Ginny said.
"Ah, not bad. Doesn't sting as much as I thought it would."
"And why do I suspect there's a story there?" Ginny asked, feeling like her life was already becoming centred. Anne, Vinny, whatever was becoming a compass stabilising her feelings without even trying to. That was certainly special.
"There's a story everywhere, sweetheart. I'll give you the quick and dirty version. She's rich, I'm rich. But her family is the type of rich that looks down on my family's wealth. We were hard workers, lottery winners, traders whilst she came from a family which had been independently wealthy for ages. Turns out, her family's insults weren't bothering her as much as they were bothering me so we called it quits. She still tries to call me at home but when she's looking for Anne, my housemaid simply says wrong number and hangs up."
"Ouch," Ginny said, trying not to grin. "That's a bit harsh?"
"It's not her fault. Everyone knows me as Vinny and Cecile isn't all that smart there."
"It's what you get when you don't have to work hard for your money."
"Exactly!" Anne said with a smile. "Now, if you call on me, you'll have to make sure you're looking for Vianne, not just Anne."
"I'll make a mental note of it," Ginny said, finishing the last of her drink, knowing fully well it was time for her to talk.
"And don't tell me you're going to skip out on your turn because you're out of a drink!"
Anne waived at someone and a woman dressed in all black, carrying a tray approached them. Ginny had no idea they had service people walking around the party, she'd only seen everyone go up to the bar to get a drink.
"May we have another refill please. And it'll be on my tab."
"Certainly, Ms Greenberg."
"They know you here?" Ginny asked, impressed.
Anne shrugged. "I've come to a charity even here once or twice, or twenty times."
"So you know Harry and Draco, then?"
"Of course, we're the oldest of friends." Ginny smiled at Anne's reply. "What? What did I say?"
"Nothing. It's just funny, is all. I had no idea Harry had such interesting friends."
"He doesn't," Anne said. "Draco does."
"Naturally," replied Ginny.
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Author:
digthewriter
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ginny, Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: "Compass"
Word Count: 585
Summary: Ginny continues a conversation with her new friend at the party.
Notes: This is part 14 of the "Twisted Secrets" Story (AO3 LINK) written for prompts from
femslashficlets
"So tell me about your heartbreak," Vinny said when they found a corner table to sit at with their drinks.
"How do you know I had one?"
"You had one."
"Fine, you got me, but I have to call you something else, I hope that's okay. Because thinking of you in my head as Vinny is really kind of creepy."
The woman laughed and Ginny liked the sound of it. She seemed so carefree and it was attractive. Not that Ginny was attracted to her - not that she wasn't. It was just different. Ginny could see herself being friends with this woman if nothing else.
"My ex used to call me Anne, as part of Vianne - I suppose you can try that on your tongue."
Ginny raised an eyebrow.
"And now I realise how dirty that sounds…"
Anne laughed and Ginny laughed with her. "It's all right. I have to tease you if teasing is due."
"Indeed you do," Anne said, taking a sip of her wine. "So you were saying…"
"I wasn't," Ginny said.
"Wow, you're going to make me work hard, aren't you?" Anne said with a wink. "But, go on, do call me Anne. I want to hear how it sounds."
"Anne," Ginny said.
"Ah, not bad. Doesn't sting as much as I thought it would."
"And why do I suspect there's a story there?" Ginny asked, feeling like her life was already becoming centred. Anne, Vinny, whatever was becoming a compass stabilising her feelings without even trying to. That was certainly special.
"There's a story everywhere, sweetheart. I'll give you the quick and dirty version. She's rich, I'm rich. But her family is the type of rich that looks down on my family's wealth. We were hard workers, lottery winners, traders whilst she came from a family which had been independently wealthy for ages. Turns out, her family's insults weren't bothering her as much as they were bothering me so we called it quits. She still tries to call me at home but when she's looking for Anne, my housemaid simply says wrong number and hangs up."
"Ouch," Ginny said, trying not to grin. "That's a bit harsh?"
"It's not her fault. Everyone knows me as Vinny and Cecile isn't all that smart there."
"It's what you get when you don't have to work hard for your money."
"Exactly!" Anne said with a smile. "Now, if you call on me, you'll have to make sure you're looking for Vianne, not just Anne."
"I'll make a mental note of it," Ginny said, finishing the last of her drink, knowing fully well it was time for her to talk.
"And don't tell me you're going to skip out on your turn because you're out of a drink!"
Anne waived at someone and a woman dressed in all black, carrying a tray approached them. Ginny had no idea they had service people walking around the party, she'd only seen everyone go up to the bar to get a drink.
"May we have another refill please. And it'll be on my tab."
"Certainly, Ms Greenberg."
"They know you here?" Ginny asked, impressed.
Anne shrugged. "I've come to a charity even here once or twice, or twenty times."
"So you know Harry and Draco, then?"
"Of course, we're the oldest of friends." Ginny smiled at Anne's reply. "What? What did I say?"
"Nothing. It's just funny, is all. I had no idea Harry had such interesting friends."
"He doesn't," Anne said. "Draco does."
"Naturally," replied Ginny.
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/639422.html. Thanks for reading