Harry Potter Costume Ginny Novels & Stories

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.

Human skin? Luke, however, seemed to know already. He walked up to Ginna and dropped to his knees. “Thank you,” he said quietly, looking up at the beautiful witch. She wore clothes that appeared to be entirely handmade: a dark green dress with long, vine-like decorations hanging down around the skirt, a belt with various bottles and a knife attached to it, and a leather shoulder piece on each side. Her hair was long and thick, and jet black. In the firelight, there was something both terrifying and beautiful about her. Enzo stepped away from Ginna and Luke and came to stand next to me.

The corners of my mouth were actually bleeding, and my hair was disheveled until the water helped tame it. I grabbed a comb and gathered my hair into a bun, applying heavy makeup with dark lipstick. Normally, I dislike heavy makeup, but I needed to hide my exhaustion and the marks Dragon had left on my neck. I went to my wardrobe to put on my white dress, specifically chosen for today. It was embroidered with a sun symbol, and beneath it was my name, Ginny. The dress was knee-length, with a cut in the chest area that accentuated my curves and tapered slightly at the thigh. I smiled with satisfaction and tied a simple scarf around my neck, ensuring that Dragon's marks were completely hidden.

She was there. Ginny Thorne. Leaning against the hood of a car that I didn’t recognize, she turned her head the moment she saw me and straightened with the sort of practiced grace that made my skin crawl. She was wrapped in a tight, overly expensive coat that was more for show than warmth, her hair styled like she’d spent hours on it. I wondered how she had not frozen with how cold it was. Thinking of which, I had to buy Rhea a coat. The ones she has now wouldn't block the cold away from her body.

“ Are you Derek? Hello, I am Ginny. I will be in charge of teaching you about the foundation of magic,” Ginny introduced herself to him, she was a very beautiful woman. With her red hair that floated behind her and brown eyes that were filled with warmth that he had never seen after the death of his mother.

This is going to be the first ball that I'm throwing as a luna, and I've been obsessing over it for a couple of weeks. I don't know why the feeling of not being good enough always threatens to wear me down, but I thank the goddess that I have Harry now. He's always here to slap some sense back into me—literally, of course, not figuratively. I adjust my neck jewellery and thread my fingers through the lace of my dark blue, shimmering gown. The sleeves are long, and it comes with a deep v-neck that's netted. The gown lengthens to my ankles. It's fitted from the knee above, then it's a bit free downward due to the slit at the front.

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.

A gust of wind hit me, and I doubled over, coughing until blood spilled from my mouth. Calmly, he wiped it away with a handkerchief. Then, out of nowhere, a figure appeared in front of us. It was Ginny. But she was no longer the delicate, refined girl she once was. Now she looked like a madwoman, filthy from head to toe, her hair stinking with rot. She grinned, her face twisted, and I froze when I saw the explosives strapped around her body. "Sean, Cass… surprised I found you?" she shrieked.

Sounds of chatter and laughter could be heard from the crowd. Ginny and Colette had both been discharged from the hospital. They were now back in the Warde manor. Even though Ginny's condition sounded terrifying, she was still the same as any ordinary person as long as her emotions were stable. She was done with her makeup and was currently sitting on the bedside. She looked at Colette who was all dolled-up. Smiling, Ginny complimented, "My Lettie is so beautiful." Colette was wearing a haute couture white dress. Her neck was adorned with a sapphire necklace.

“Maggie wouldn’t mind.” “Ginny! Where did you get that outfit?” Ginny beamed as she did a little swirl for them, holding out the ends of the short gown. She still had her piercings and her red hair was a wild bed nest. “How do I look?” she asked striking a pose. “That color looks so good on you,” Briggs said. “Ugh, I knew I should have taken one of the clothes I found in my closet. Stark said they weren’t our size.”