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[11 Aug 2005|01:54am] |
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Beware: Emo-ness ahead. Includes Harry's refusal of toast, pyjamas, and a deserted Hogwarts. Sa-weet.
Harry's heart pounds hard in his chest, and it's the only thing the he can hear or feel. Everything else is muted, numb: the growl of his always-empty stomach, the scratch of his bed sheets, the sting of his eyes. ( He doesn't eat, doesn't sleep, doesn't breathe. )
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[11 Aug 2005|01:46am] |
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This one starts immeadiately after the last one. Includes evil!hamsters, tinge of Ron/Hermione, collarbones, and awkwardness. Ah yes.
"No, Ginny, you don't understand," Harry said, fiercer than he'd meant to, and shook his head. He pressed his fingertips to his eyelids, determined not too look at her, stick-thin and frail and too stubborn to ( just leave it as it was. )
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[11 Aug 2005|01:37am] |
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Forgive Sam and I for this, but we just had to do some Harry/Ginny. I mean, c'mon, it's canon. This involves a stack of books, ointment, Horcru's, and unauthorized snogging. Huzzah.
Ginny walked down the hall, her white cotton gown trailing behind her. Last summer she'd filled it out nicely, perhaps not as nicely as Fleur had filled out hers, but even she had noticed that she was changing. This summer, it hung loosely on her a testimony to the weight that she'd lost over the past couple of weeks. Her appetite had disappeared along with the idea that she was ever going to have a normal sixth year with the events of last term. She stepped down the stairs leading to the kitchen and sighed when the vision of a half eaten wedding cake came into view. She still couldn't believe Bill was married to Phlegm. She shook her head and reached out a thin finger ( for a bit of frosting. )
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