Book Ginny Weasley Novels & Stories

I mean, I don't, but… Ginny squints her eyes "Sadly I would have, but with l your signed contract, Liam knows some pretty good lawyers, and also you might want to step you game with being that loving wife," "Yeah, loving wife and taking references from ' Given" Hannah winks, making Ginny and I gasp in unison. Given is a really erotic picture book that shows drawn pictures of really weird and out of this world sex poses. "You shallow girl!" Ginny points at her and says with some weird accent. The three of us share a laugh, with mine coming off weak, but it's really nice to laugh with them again. If only they didn't leave me the night I got kidnapped.

Her aunt's perception was off the charts, after all. Theo had been like a good big sister to her since her parents died. She used to be her Dad's secretary, but now works as the Internals VP to AR Corp. Tina would be lying if she said that Aunt Theo's eccentricities didn't freak her out, though. The woman is Professor McGonagall in Harry Potter magnified. Tina would not be surprised if her aunt turned into a cat one of these days.

Dorian asks as we wait for the elevator. “I would love a water,” I say and turn to Ginny. “Is it too early for whiskey?” Ginny laughs at her own joke but we don’t. “Just a water please.” Dorian nods and we get on the elevator. In the room I shake Mr. Sterling’s hand. Ginny smiles and sits next to him. She has her blouse open a button too far and her legs are on full display. “Mr. Sterling,” Ginny gives him the same flirtatious voice she tries on me. “Mr. Laine as put together a great proposal. I think you will be very impressed.”

Anyone who could drink something like that must be vicious by nature. Ginny grumbled inwardly, but on the outside, she was smiling. “Sir, your coffee is here.” The drink was hot, though not overly so. Noel tipped his cup, and drank it all up. For some reason, Ginny naturally had a good feeling about Noel. Perhaps because he was just too good-looking. At that moment, she wasn’t in a rush to leave. She stood right there, looking at Noel. Noel looked up, and saw that she was still there and hadn’t left. He said politely, “I’ve already paid for it.”

I thought about last night the whole way to class. The reading room had felt warm and safe under Seraphine's ward—kind of golden, like she'd added that on purpose because she could. Ginna showed up alone. She sat across from us and somehow looked smaller. Not weak or anything, just... real. Dark hair, those silver-green eyes, and this tired determination carved into her face like she'd been carrying it for eight years straight. She listened to the whole acknowledgment offer without jumping in. Asked three sharp questions about High Witch Council rules that proved she already knew the system inside out. Then she went quiet for a long stretch.

Ginny had gathered a few really nice collectables on the wall, an old Hawaiian picture frame, a nice Persian rug which she hung up on the wall and a beautiful pendulum that was not quite functional but aesthetically pleasing. "Yes, she's very kind, and I think I take undue advantage of that kindness sometimes," I replied. It was my honest thought. Sometimes I wish I could find a way to at least pay her back in some form. She was just too nice to Alvin and me. Speaking of Alvin, he was not here, Ginny was not with him, and I could not hear his cries from the living room. I decided that he must have been asleep then, but it was too early for him to, seeing as he slept soundly the whole night.

Atlas, were here right here and right now and everything was exactly all I ever wanted. Our messy story was perfect. I looked into the mirror and shifted the little curls from my face. The door opened and Ginny walked back into the room. She was in her braidsmaid dress. A very pretty pink gown just like the other bridesmaids and her hair was packed into a bun with tiny curls falling on her face. She was eaten a doughnut and she looked so happy and hungry at the same time.

" She said. She was quite flustered as she complied and took a drink the elf handed out to her. Reluctantly she downed the bitter liquid and popped the cup back on the tray. I winked at the elf, he beamed slightly at me in return as he left. I and Gwen made our way into the inn, different noble men had whores clustered on their bodies. They laid exposed under the lights. They were cards strewn all over, gamblers fighting for their spoil. The place reverberated with noise and activity that could wake even the dead. I looked at Gwen, the drink had begun to take effect. She squinted her eyes, shaking her head frantically at intervals, struggling to remain conscious. The wine was going to knock

She bowed her head and rested it against the cold wall as she breathed through her nose. Ginny didn't dare to move an inch as she waited for him to move. She heard a mechanical whirring noise and stiffened as she waited. A metal hook came down from the ceiling. It was something that she had never seen before and wondered what he would be using it for.

I gasp and jump back, "Whatever you're thinking, it's tumulting me. You getting all depressive is not cool, you should be proud of yourself. I love how being around you feels, like there's nothing to hide because you bring a tornado with you and it all comes to light. You might not like to be called a goddess... but I still think you are. Goddess of Chaos. Personally, I love that about you." "Yeah, me too," Ginny adds with a big smile and looking at me with sparkly eyes, like she still thinks I hang the moon, "That's what you were born for. But to be completely honest, I don't even get it. You've been nothing but fun to be around... and nice. Like, so nice to all of us, it’s a little weird.