#askginnymollyweasley

[misskassiepierce]

*goes up to her and Ginny's shared bedroom, only for her to scream suddenly as soon as she turns on the light*

[trevorthebamftoad-blog]

[wakes up and stretches, making little toad squeaks]

[harry-thechosenone-potter-blog]

I'll do a flashback with you

WOOT WHATCHA WANNA DO?!

[harry-thechosenone-potter-blog]

Harry! Please tell Ginny you think I'm better looking than she is. We have an epic bromance! I'm your Wheezy!

-blinks- Well, uh. I think...oh, look, a distraction! -watches a fuzzball floating around-

[darkly-exotic]

I want to know what you think of me. Don't be too mean my heart can't handle it. ;_;

You poop, you know how I/Blaise feel about you. ;p

OOC: She is my mother hen. And, oh lol, my Narnia lion. She brought me to the rp-ing world of tumblr through Wizard Renegades, and I still don't understand what made her message me that time. She is a loveable oddball who showers me with raspberry vodka (yes, she did. Really), and I love her Ninny rp since the day I followed her and Neville on my personal. So yeah. I think I shoudl stop before it gets anymore emotional. I'm joking... or maybe not. 

IC: Blaise likes teasing and making fun of her, especially about her lovely Longbottom. What's more, he finds it amusing that she can throw everything he said back at him and smirk like a Slytherin. He likes seeing her react, and sniggers inwardly when at times she was struggling to not react to his jibes. He thinks that they are friends, better friends than most of the Gryffindors that he met, and he knows that she thinks the same. She has to. Otherwise she wouldn't take for dealing with him for long times in the day. He appreciated it, appreciated the banters and childish mockery that ensue between them every time they met. For that, he was - dare he say it? - thankful.  

[themoaningmyrtle-blog]

askginnymollyweasley started following you

She gasps. "You're that girl, aren't you? That Weasley." She sneers, frowning at her. "I remember you! You kept coming in my toilet."

[harry-thechosenone-potter-blog]

ginnyweasley || Mourn Me

Harry and Owana sat together in the golden fold-out chairs in the church, heads bowed. The family was gathered around the body which left Harry, Owana, and Luna seated alone in the front row. Bill turned to look at them, "Harry. Owana. What are you doing, when they said 'family call' they meant you two as well. And don't argue just come on." They looked at each other, then stood, heading over to the coffin. Harry bowed over the coffin, sandwiched between Ron and Charlie and gazing down on the pale, freckled face of the youngest Weasley. The future matriarch. Ginny. Silent tears streamed down all of their faces, and Harry, like the Weasley's, had his hand on Ginny's body. Molly combed theough he rhair with her fingers while Arthur stroked her cheek with her thumb. Bill had his hand on her shoulder and Charlie had his on her bicep. On the other side of the coffin, Percy striaghtened her clothing over and over, though it laid flat and unwrinkled. He and Ron had each of her hands while Owana stood at the end, a hand rubbing her shin. None of the Weasley's had spoken, though several of them had opened their mouths in order to say something to Ginny. But before any sound could come out, their body would wrack with a silent sob and they would lapse again into silence. So Harry spoke. "I remember in my first year, after your mum had taught me how to get through the barrier and we all stood on the platform while Ron said his goodbyes, I met you then. You were awfully titchy, you know," Ron chuckled beside him, water still fresh on his cheeks, "and you kept pulling on Mrs. Weasley's sleeve, asking if I was really Harry Potter." "It's Molly, dear." Harhry smiled at her, and she smiled back, nodding at him to go on. "I never knew then, that you were going to be the war hero that you are today. I never imagined that you were going to mean so much to me, and I never thought you'd be my first love." The Weasley's all smiled at him and each other. He looked back at Luna and she nodded encouragingly. "We're all going to miss you, Gin. But I'm really going to miss our mock-bickering and our meaningless flirting. The subtle insults but really I'm going to miss the sibling bond I had with you. It was just as strong as the one I had with Ron--I was protective over you, and proud of your acconplishments, and I cried when you cried--and I'll really miss that." He was terribleat speaking in front of others, but looking around him the rest of the Weasley's seemed to approve of his words. Owana smiled and nodded at him, and he nodded back. "So, we're all really going to miss you; we've all lost a loving sister, and a fantastic friend, and I hope wherever you are you're listening because we both know how I hate talking to myself." The Weasley's all laughed a little, and Harry smiled, "I love you, Gin. Sweet dreams." The others all whisperd 'I love you's and 'goodbye's and 'see you around's. Harry was the last ro leave her side and he whispered something in her ear, then wiped his eyes, turning away to return to his seat. "What did you say just now?" Owana asked, handing him a tissue. He took it, dabbing at his eyes and shaking his head, "She heard me."

[harry-thechosenone-potter-blog]

ginnyweasley || Break Me

an AU portayal of their break-up because my brain is on the fritz and I can't think of any other angst betwixt them Harry chased Ginny, who ran down the corridor, crying; he tried reching her, but she was just too damn fast. "Ginny, please, let me ta--WHOA!" he dodged a jet of yellow light that came right for the middle of his face and nearly tripped from his effort of keeping his bogey's bat-free. "Leave me alone, Harry Potter! I want nothing more to do with you!" "Ginny, I wasn't kissing her, I was just--" "Comforting her with your tongue? Very sweet of you, Harry, really. The hero that can relate to the people!" She had finally stopped running, and ahe turned to face him. Through a hole in the castle wall, he could see the sun beginning to come up over the horizon. It had been only five hours since Voldemort had been killed, but it felt like days. Weeks. So much had happened, and so little was being grasped. Harry sat, on his knees, repairing the parts of the stone floor that the statues and suits of armour had broken and scuffed when he heard someone approach him. Still paranoid, he pointed his wand at them before his eyes had turned. "Whoa, whoa," a female voice said. Turning, he saw Lavender Brown standing, eyes wide with her hands up in surrender. "I come in peace, Harry." She sounded tired, and she looked horrible. They all did, but there was something..different about her. She didn't look like a love-crazed teenaged girl. She looked like an emotionally spent young woman. "Could you use some help?" She asked softly, gesturing towards a few of the craters in the floor, "I know the charms." He nodded, and she joined him on her knees, waving her wand elegantly around the chipped and shattered stone. They were silent for the longest time; Harry would have a guess at about half an hour, and finally she spoke. "That was a brave thing Hermione did. Saving me. I know she doesn't like me very much, because I dated Ron." She never took her eyes off of her work, but when Harry looked at her there seemed to be a tightness in her expression. "Hermione may not be a fan of yours, but she wouldn't let you die. She wouldn't let anyone die, unless it were a Death Eater of course. Or perhaps a Slytherin. But, no, that isn't the point. I guess I'm just trying to say--Ugh. I dunno. I'm tired." He sat back on his bum, taking a break from the work he had set upon himself. Seeing the damage, the blood stains, it brought back too many horrible memories. Itmade him sick to his stomach. Suddenly, his head began to swim and his stomach rolled, and he fought the urge to vomit. As if from far away,hear Lavende's voice panically call his name. "Harry? Harry? Are you alright?" He felt as if he were falling backwards, but instead of landing on hard stone, he fell on something soft and it cradled his head. "Harry, are you okay?" The voice was closer, and seemed to radiate from the thing that had broken his fall. "No," he answered honestly. "No, I'm not okay." He sighed, keeping his eyes closed and concentrating on his breathing. "That's good, Harry, breathe. Inhale, hold it, that's good, now exhale. Great,Harry,keep doing that." Following her instruction, he came back to full consciousness just a moment later. He realuzed he had his head on Lavender's knees, and she was bent over him, strojing her fingers in his hair. When she realized she was playing with his scLp,she pulled her hand away, making a face. "Harry, Harry I'm so sorry, I didn't mean--" "It's alright, Lavender. It felt...nice. It helped calm me, I think." She smiled again, but didn't continue combing his hair. "You know whatelsewas brave, Harry?" She asked, completely changing the subject. Instead of asking 'what,' he waited silently for her to finish her thought. "What you did out there--going to sacrifice yourself for us. That was brave." Her voice dripped with appreciation and emotion, and he sat up, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. "It was nothing, Lavender. Er...it was...Laven--" She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. His eyes stayed open, but her had fluttered shut, and though he knew it was wrong, the kiss felt...nice. No tongue was involves, and their mouths never opened. It was...sweet. He heard an audible gasp emit from behing Lavendar and he pulled away to look over her shoulder. "Ginny!" She turbed and began to run back down the way she had come, and Harry jumped to his feet. Lavender watched Ginny run out of sight and began to fret, "Oh! Oh, Harry, I'm so, so sorry! I don't know what I was thinking! Please, don't hate me--" "I don't hate you, Lavender,but I've got to go. Can you finish up here?" Without waiting for an answer, he sprinted down the corridor after his girlfriend. "Ginny, please! I love you..." "Yeah? Call me crazy, but when you live someone,you aren't supposed to go around snogging other people!" "Ginny we didn't snog! Please--" he reached forward and touched her arm, but she jerked away from him. "We're through, Harry. It's over. I'm done." "Ginny, ple--" "You're Chosen One. The Boy Who Lived. And now you're a war hero. Girls will be flocking to you, I mean, they've already started! Don't worry. I'm easy to forget about." She turned on her heel, ignoring Harry's spluttering arguments, and walked away from Harry forever.