It has been too long since I have posted. Life sort of...took over.

Title: Dementor
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Notes: Pretty much opposite everyone else.
( Ginny is a brave little girl )

Title: Cold Comfort
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I do exist, I do I do. Business and life just hit, suddenly and without warning.

(At my journal)

Title: It was good for me; was it good for you?
Rating: PG-13 to R, for suggestiveness
Words: 100
Author's Notes: Possibly my last drabble for a while. Grad school is starting on Monday. But hopefully I will be able to find time to write 100 words on the weekends.

( The morning after )

Lily had seen her parents’ anger when James wandered off, and so when she looked away from the new Diagon Alley toy store’s display and couldn’t find them, she knew she was in trouble. Fear of punishment almost outweighed fear of never finding them. Suddenly, strangers didn’t seem friendly at all, and she couldn’t tug on someone’s robes and ask, “I ( Read more... )

Harry remembers the first time he saw Diagon Alley. That an entire community could exist in hiding; that magic could exist at all; that he was famous in this ingeniously hidden community; it blew his mind.

He worries that his children are not impressed enough, that growing up wizards has acclimated them to wonder, has made them blind to the magic ( Read more... )

Harry saw the bludger hit. “She’s been knocked silly,” Gwenog reported.

When he reached St Mungo’s, her cries of “Where’s Harry?” were replaced by nonsense - “It’s dark; I’m cold; help.” She barely seemed to see him. Harry’s life without Ginny’s wit, without her spark - without her - stretched hopelessly before him. He fought back tears, ( Read more... )

Harry insisted on covering her eyes as she entered the living room, and when she could see again, she saw every single one of her unruly brothers, most of her friends from Hogwarts, the rest of the Holyhead Harpies, and quite a few of the Aurors she particularly liked arrayed in front of her. She almost screamed for joy. “Surprise,” Harry ( Read more... )

Harry was fidgeting in his seat, staring at the pretty waitress, poking at his food - in short, doing anything to avoid looking at Ginny.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, as he said “I think we should end this.”

“What?” Her incredulous expression was becoming too familiar. “What is it this time?”

“I just need some time to define myself - not the ( Read more... )

“We should really go to sleep,” Harry mumbled - or would have, had Ginny not kissed him. She was rather distracting, he thought, and rather insistent. And close and warm and soft and…

“You have practice tomorrow,” he whispered, the next time she gasped for breath.

“I’ll be fine.”

“It’s four A.M.”

She leaned in again, and he lost track of time.
( Read more... )

“Ginny, m’dear,” Professor Slughorn said, just as she was leaving. Ginny turned around, frustrated. Five minutes to Quidditch. Slughorn smiled obliviously. “This Saturday, I’m having a party - to celebrate the end of the war. You’re more than welcome, of course.” Ginny nodded politely, thanked her professor, and turned to leave. “I’ve invited Harry ( Read more... )