[HP] Three thousand days of innocence

When Ginny woke up the next morning, she had no idea where she was.There is no sound of Saturday morning traffic outside her window, or the annoying cuddling of the cows next door before her husband leaves for work.She woke up to see Gwenog Jones looking down at her from a giant Holyhead harpy poster, a disgusted sneer on her strong face.As soon as Gwenog saw Ginny get up, he turned and scored a brilliant goal against the tiny keeper in the background of the photo.

Ginny sighed, her skin tensed from dry tears.Gwenog Jones had been her inspiration and role model since she was a child, as Ginny had always admired her for proving that being a woman wasn't a weakness in this cutthroat game.When her brothers wouldn't let her play Quidditch with them, she told them that one day she would play with Gwenog and they would know.She is capable, strong, and independent.

She flipped over to face a poster of the Weird Sisters on the opposite wall, with the eight band members posing for photographers.Ginny smiled at them affectionately, surprised to learn that her mother had left her room largely the same after she moved out seven years earlier.Ginny stood up slowly, walked over to the poster, and reached out to touch Donahan Temlett, the fine bass player she had been infatuated with longer than Harry.She also remembered the fantasy she created for them: She went to the concert and Donahan would see her in the crowd.Their eyes meet, sparks fly—

She bent down suddenly, propped one hand on the wall, and tears streamed down her cheeks, because she thought of something that should not have been so sad.For example, St. James' Park in the summer evening, the simple black and white stripes on the Newcastle United jersey...

The fantasy is over.As far as Ginny knows, Donahan is married and, as far as Ginny knows, he and his lovely wife are expecting their first child.life goes on.

There was a knock at the door, and after a while Mrs Weasley entered, holding a steaming cup of tea. "Dear Ginny, I was going to wake you up," she said with a smile. "A cup of tea?"

"Thanks, Mom," Ginny said hoarsely, taking the cup and saucer.It's her favorite mint tea. "Mother--"

"Talk to me when you're ready, darling," said Mrs. Weasley, brushing Ginny's tousled hair with her hand. "You came back suddenly in the middle of the night. Merlin knew that your father and I were terribly worried, but...we'll talk about it when you're ready."

Ginny nodded. "I—I want to talk," she said. "I'm just—Mom—"

"It's all right, darling," said Mrs. Weasley, Ginny comfortingly, as she began to cry again.She led her taller daughter to the bed and they sat side by side. "Take your time. Have some tea."

Ginny took a sip obediently; her mother was right, she did feel better. "I'm in love, Mom," she said softly. "I screwed everything up—" she let out a sob.

Mrs. Weasley stroked her back reassuringly. "In love?" she repeated. "We're guessing that might be the case. What happened?"

"A - a serious misunderstanding," said Ginny slowly. "And—now it's over."

"Is it the boy you started dating a month ago?"

Ginny nodded.

"Ah." Mrs. Weasley sat quietly for a while while Ginny drank some more tea.

"Why is it so painful, mother?" she said softly. "It's - it's not physical - it doesn't leave scars or bruises that other people can see - but - it's more painful."

"My dear Ginny, people wouldn't give up everything to have it if it wasn't so painful," said Mrs. Weasley with a chuckle. "I guess it's the opposite of human nature, when we don't have them, or when they make us miserable, we want them more. But dear - if that's true - Ginny, there's nothing more All right." She pulled a piece of fluff from Ginny's rumpled trousers. "That's why I was so upset when Bill first brought Fleur home and announced they were getting married. I want you guys to have everything that me and your father have - I only saw Fleur on the outside."

"You think Bill is deluded by her Veela heritage?"

"Yes," said Mrs Weasley. "You can imagine my relief when I found out they were really in love. You could tell they loved each other right away."

Ginny paused, biting her lip. "Mom," she said. "I don't think I've ever loved Harry that much."

Mrs. Weasley sighed. "I think I already know that," she admitted. "I'm glad you know now, too. Harry's a nice boy, and he's always welcome in our house - but I don't think a twist is sweet." She looked down at Ginny. "If you know you don't love Harry, how do you know what you feel for another boy is love?"

Ginny's lips were trembling, and she looked down at her knees. "He made me whole," she said. "I feel -- when I'm with him, I'm my best self."

"I'm sorry, Kim," said Mrs. Weasley, hugging Ginny tightly. "If possible, I am willing to bear these for you."

"I'll get through it, won't I?" she asked. "I don't feel this way all the time, do I?"

"Time heals all wounds," said Mrs Weasley. "Maybe your favorite food would help too? I baked chocolate muffins for breakfast on the stove downstairs."

Ginny smiled slightly.Talking to her mother made her feel better. "Thanks, Mom," she said. "I'll wash my face and go downstairs."

"Take your time," said Mrs. Weasley.She picked up Ginny's empty teacup and went downstairs to the kitchen.

Ginny wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and got up to go to the bathroom.The face over the sink startled her—she looked haggard and pale, with prominent freckles on her nose and cheeks.Her eye circles were red, and there were tears all around her eyes.

That does not work.Ginny made up her mind, turned on the tap, and washed her face with cold water.She wouldn't be the affectated weeping damsel in distress who thought she'd die if she didn't get the man she loved.She has always looked down on those women. When she was young, there were many such women in the fairy tales her mother told her.No, she must be strong and firm, no one or anything can stop her.

Or even the idea of ​​that unnamed sous chef.

Mrs. Weasley's muffins were just as delicious as she remembered, and they ate and talked, only avoiding the topic of Draco.But when Ginny helped her mother clear the table, they brought up the subject again. "I won't tell you it's easy," said Mrs. Weasley suddenly, as Ginny dried her hands, "but you'll get through it. You'll meet someone else, Ginny, who will make your heart pound, Feeling ecstatic...it won't always be this bad."

Ginny refrained from saying that she had already met such a person.

"Go home and have a good cry," continued Mrs. Weasley. "A good cry does wonders. I think you're entitled to self-pity."

"Thank you very much, Mom," said Ginny, hugging her tightly. "I think I'm going back now."

"Oh, I didn't mean to send you away," said Mrs. Weasley immediately. "If you want, you can—"

"No, I have to go grocery shopping. I love you."

"I love you too, dear Ginny. Go and say goodbye to your father."

Ginny stopped at the carport in the back garden, hugged and kissed Mr. Weasley goodbye, and walked out of the Burrow's protective barrier into the surrounding fields.A warm breeze blew through her hair, and Ginny took a deep breath of the country air.Coming home always rejuvenates her.She hoped that Draco had gone to Brighton and could start over.She hoped that John and Simon would be by his side.

Ginny Apparated directly to her apartment in Loo Bloomsbury, feeling very uncomfortable.The last time she was in this room, it was with Draco.His heart wasn't broken then, and neither was hers.They are very happy.

The room was a blur, and Ginny was lying on the bed, crying wildly on the pillow.She didn't care what her mother called crying therapy; she wasn't feeling well.Her throat was dry and astringent, her nose was blocked, her skin was dry - all she could see was Draco's frustrated face when she refused his kiss.The disbelief on his face when she told him she didn't love him.

But I did!she thought miserably.I did, everything!

She fell asleep fitfully, dreaming that she was back in Draco's kitchen, it was night again.He held out one hand to her, a green and silver Slytherin tie in it. "Is this mine?" he asked, frowning at it.

"Yes, don't you remember?" she asked.

"I don't remember anything," he said. "remember?"

She took the tie from him, hung it around his neck, and tied it as before. "Okay, now do you remember?"

"Quidditch," he said immediately. "Wiltshire. Dobby."

She jumped up and down excitedly, the doors of the cupboards opened one after another, and the contents fell to the floor. "You did it!" she cried, crushing the plate under her feet. "anything else?"

"That's all," he said. "Where's your tie?"

"It's with John," she said, but she didn't know how she knew it was with him. "He's coming right away, he promised. Then we'll play."

There was a knock at the door, and both Draco and Ginny walked down the hallway and opened it.John stood on the doorstep, holding a gold and red tie.

"Not yet," John said.Although the door was already open, the knocking continued. "Not yet, Ginny, there is a way. I'll show you."

"Really?" said Ginny, the sound of her own voice waking her up.She was still in the bedroom of her flat, and Draco was gone in his Slytherin tie.

The knocking on the door continued.

Ginny tucked her head under the pillow.That damn cow next door banging against the wall every time she cums.This woman should really think about the other people in the building, whenever she can hear her—

Ginny sat up suddenly.Not the cow next door; this voice is different.Sounds like it's coming from...her living room?

With her heart pounding in her throat, she reached for her wand.Someone broke in.She'd heard horrific stories of people being robbed in broad daylight - after the worst day of her life -

Ginny tiptoed out of the bedroom, down the short hallway that led to the front of the apartment.She made it to the kitchen first, and she could now hear indistinguishable whispers of conversation.It sounds like there's more than one person.

They'll regret stealing from me, Ginny thought, and stormed into the living room.

John and Simon jumped up in surprise in front of the sofa.

"What the hell is going on here?" Ginny exclaimed. "you--"

"Ginny, we need to talk," John said calmly, walking forward.

Immediately she took out her wand and pointed it at him. "I'll curse you if you move again," she hissed. "I can--"

John made a complicated gesture before her eyes—a wand quickly appeared out of nowhere.He pointed it at her.

"Look!" Ginny exclaimed, dumbfounded, and Simon pointed at her. "Didn't I tell you, John? Didn't I tell you she was a witch?"