"Prelude to Goodbye"
I have some more good stuff saved up to share, but first i wanted to post a little something I was working on. I'm not sure if I like this or not, I wrote it pretty late last night LOL. anyways let me know what you think.
"Non, non, non." Fleur's snooty older sister Marguerite sniffed and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she spoke. "You must hold ze bouquet like zis as you walk." She demonstrated the exact thing that Ginny had just been doing.
Ginny faked a coughing fit so that no one could see her roll her eyes. "All right," she said. "I'll do it that way." What were her chances of getting through this wedding without hexing someone? Slim to none. She looked over at Charlie, standing behind Bill on the other side of the church, who was faking a coughing fit to cover up his laughter, unsuccessfully. Did she look that obvious? Probably.
With a sigh, Ginny walked back to the back of the church again, so that she could practice walking in for the fourteenth time. Honestly, how many times could a person really practice walking into a room? She'd been walking into rooms her whole life and never had a problem before.
As she walked down the aisle again, she thought that all she really wanted was for this wedding to be over. She held her flowers stiffly just at waist height, as she'd been told to do at least three hundred times. She balanced carefully on her too-high heeled shoes, and she pasted a huge smile on her face that she knew looked incredibly fake.
"Zat was perfect, Geenee," Marguerite pronounced, clapping her hands and jumping a little. "Wonderful." Ginny let out a breath of relief. "I weel let you go get the hairs done now."
"Fantastic," Ginny muttered to herself, trudging back toward the house. "This day will never end." She opened the door to the Burrow's kitchen, then stepped inside and went directly to the cabinet where she knew her dad kept his hidden stash of biscuits.
"Hey, Ginny," a voice said.
She straightened up, hitting the back of her head on the inside of the cabinet. "Ow," she said, backing out of the cabinet a little more carefully with the ginger biscuits in hand. When she turned, she saw Harry sitting at the battered kitchen table with a half-full glass of pumpkin juice.
"Hi," she replied. She hadn't really talked to him at all since Dumbledore's funeral. The truth was, she'd been avoiding him, and she'd planned to go on doing it. He looked small, somehow, sitting alone at the huge table. So instead she held out the package of cookies toward him. "Want one?" she asked. Harry looked up at her in surprise and took the package.
"Sure," he said. He pulled one out and ate it, the crunching the only sound in the room for a minute. "How was the rehearsal?" he asked after a while.
"'Orrible," Ginny said, imitating Marguerite. "I don't know the right way to carry a bouquet, evidently."
"How many ways are there?" Harry wanted to know, looking mystified.
"It's more complicated than you think," Ginny replied seriously, before breaking out into a smile.
Harry smiled too, and Ginny felt a warm feeling spread through her.
He took another biscuit from the package and ate it thoughtfully. "Listen," he said. "We have to go soon."
"I know," said Ginny, because she did. He and Ron and Hermione had not exactly been subtle, going around collecting tents and sleeping bags and all kinds of things for a long trip.
"You can't come with us," Harry said.
"I didn't ask," Ginny retorted, getting angry.
"I know you didn't," Harry sighed. "Because, well, you know how it is. But I just wanted to say one thing." He reached across the table and took her hand, surprising her.
"I just wanted you to know that even though you're not there, I'll be thinking about you all the time," he said.
Ginny squeezed his hand. "Me too."
"Non, non, non." Fleur's snooty older sister Marguerite sniffed and flipped her hair over her shoulder as she spoke. "You must hold ze bouquet like zis as you walk." She demonstrated the exact thing that Ginny had just been doing.
Ginny faked a coughing fit so that no one could see her roll her eyes. "All right," she said. "I'll do it that way." What were her chances of getting through this wedding without hexing someone? Slim to none. She looked over at Charlie, standing behind Bill on the other side of the church, who was faking a coughing fit to cover up his laughter, unsuccessfully. Did she look that obvious? Probably.
With a sigh, Ginny walked back to the back of the church again, so that she could practice walking in for the fourteenth time. Honestly, how many times could a person really practice walking into a room? She'd been walking into rooms her whole life and never had a problem before.
As she walked down the aisle again, she thought that all she really wanted was for this wedding to be over. She held her flowers stiffly just at waist height, as she'd been told to do at least three hundred times. She balanced carefully on her too-high heeled shoes, and she pasted a huge smile on her face that she knew looked incredibly fake.
"Zat was perfect, Geenee," Marguerite pronounced, clapping her hands and jumping a little. "Wonderful." Ginny let out a breath of relief. "I weel let you go get the hairs done now."
"Fantastic," Ginny muttered to herself, trudging back toward the house. "This day will never end." She opened the door to the Burrow's kitchen, then stepped inside and went directly to the cabinet where she knew her dad kept his hidden stash of biscuits.
"Hey, Ginny," a voice said.
She straightened up, hitting the back of her head on the inside of the cabinet. "Ow," she said, backing out of the cabinet a little more carefully with the ginger biscuits in hand. When she turned, she saw Harry sitting at the battered kitchen table with a half-full glass of pumpkin juice.
"Hi," she replied. She hadn't really talked to him at all since Dumbledore's funeral. The truth was, she'd been avoiding him, and she'd planned to go on doing it. He looked small, somehow, sitting alone at the huge table. So instead she held out the package of cookies toward him. "Want one?" she asked. Harry looked up at her in surprise and took the package.
"Sure," he said. He pulled one out and ate it, the crunching the only sound in the room for a minute. "How was the rehearsal?" he asked after a while.
"'Orrible," Ginny said, imitating Marguerite. "I don't know the right way to carry a bouquet, evidently."
"How many ways are there?" Harry wanted to know, looking mystified.
"It's more complicated than you think," Ginny replied seriously, before breaking out into a smile.
Harry smiled too, and Ginny felt a warm feeling spread through her.
He took another biscuit from the package and ate it thoughtfully. "Listen," he said. "We have to go soon."
"I know," said Ginny, because she did. He and Ron and Hermione had not exactly been subtle, going around collecting tents and sleeping bags and all kinds of things for a long trip.
"You can't come with us," Harry said.
"I didn't ask," Ginny retorted, getting angry.
"I know you didn't," Harry sighed. "Because, well, you know how it is. But I just wanted to say one thing." He reached across the table and took her hand, surprising her.
"I just wanted you to know that even though you're not there, I'll be thinking about you all the time," he said.
Ginny squeezed his hand. "Me too."