Ginny Weasley Fan Art Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes and to my disappointment my sight was blurred with tears. No, Ginny, not now. But the tears continued to pool in my eyes but somehow I held them back. My eyes sought Leo. He wasn’t laughing like the others, neither was Lindsay. If anything Leo looked annoyed that I was being laughed at. But I guess that’s expected, he knows me as Ginny, the girl with the piercings, I have never been without my piercings since I turned 16.

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.

Ohh what timing! “It’s a young female,” Luke immediately whispers, flicking his head toward the sound. Goddess I need this wolf of mine to hurry up so I can be sneaky! How cool is that? I open the door to see Ginny, wearing a cheerleader outfit in our school’s colors. She’s homeschooled and probably won’t even go to our high school but she looks awfully cute. She fluffs a pom pom in my face.

Half an hour later, Chloe appeared in front of everyone holding Ginny's hand. Joseph's eyes flickered with surprise. Ginny was a sheltered child. Despite not being mischievous, she was timid, especially around unfamiliar people. It seemed to him that Chloe possessed some commendable traits. At the very least, she knew her way around kids. Ginny went around the crowd, showing off to everyone her new hairstyle. It had been tied up in a pair of symmetrical buns, each on one side of her head. It accentuated her adorable features, making her look like a little fairy.

Although that ass of hers looked phenomenal in her leather leggings. She pulled away and nodded at the girl beside her. “This is my best friend Ginny. I think you guys met a while back at some of the old races.” “I remember,” I said. “Nice to see you, Ginny.” “You too,” she said. Her cheeks were bright pink. She was a cute little package with short brown hair, fair skin, and more freckles than a man could count. She looked everywhere but at me as I turned to Laina.

Rachel and Howard exclaimed at the same time, both wrapping their arms around Ginny while she cried. “Ginny, don't say such a thing. No matter what happens, we won't disown you.” Rachel spoke softly, making me scoff. Ginny’s cries grew even louder, her sobs rattling the room as tears pooled at the corners of her eyes, dripping down her already flushed face. She clung to Rachel and Howard desperately, shaking as though she might shatter if they let her go. Before either of them could stop her, Ginny pulled herself free from their arms. She stepped forward and then, thud!

*pop* Susan called and with a small pop, a robust looking male house-elf, that had some sawdust in its hair, appeared by her side. "How can Woody help Lady?" "Hello Woody. The rest of the bookshelves that I asked can wait a little. Right now, I need some artistic engraving work to be done to the wood in the new sections. Lord Ravenclaw is not very good with that. Could you do this for us?" Susan asked Woody, and Erik let out a harrumph when she talked about his low artistic sense. Woody, one of the two house-elves of Hogwarts specialized in carpentry, nodded his head with enthusiasm at the request.

Probably staring at the sky,a place he would never go. Even in death he was still mad at me, I spent half of my life trying to please him till I turned fourteen. That's when I met Gwen, She inspired me. I saw her yelling at the apples on the orchard cause they won't fall off. I was thrilled and amused . Dycan had set standard for girls, yelling at the apples was not so ladylike, but Gwen didn't care. She never cared about what anyone thought, she never lived her life for anyone. Non regardless of the fact that she was an omega wol

Just the page that according to the book's table of contents was under the section labeled portions. "I... I need your help with something," I said, trying to sound casual. Ginny was not only Grayson's sister but also a valuable resource when it came to pack history and lore. Sometimes I forgot she was also an important member of the council. "Of course, what is it?" She asked. I heard shuffling in the background and realized she must have been resting in bed. I apologize for disturbing but she simply waved it off. I waited for her to get to somewhere private, like I'd requested. At this point, I wasn't willing to take any chances. I heard a screen door slide and then the sound of flipflops.

She had to respect his wishes, especially when he had kept her safe for so long. She sighed and went back to bed, finally dozing off after chatting with Luna and Bonnie for a bit. The next morning, she received a call from Winson when she woke up. He sounded rather excited on the phone as he said, "Gwen, I'm at an art exhibition. Do you want to come? I saw a painting drawn by Mister Theo Allen here, and I think you're in his painting!" Gwen frowned. "Which art exhibition?" She was aware Theo had drawn a painting of Luna when Luna was studying in high school, but when did Theo paint her?