Harry Potter Oneshots

brutal |g.w.|

summary : talking about some shit & insecurities with Ginny, based on brutal

pairing : non / platonic!ginny weasley x fem!reader

warning(s) : mentions of anxiety/being left out, some swearing, tons of dialogue, food

word count : 1.1k

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Hermione came up to me in the library to tell me that Ginny was in one of her moods. I was quite shocked considering breakfast had only just started, so many students were finally fully waking up. She looked exhausted, the purple under her eyes must have been a mix of a lot of studying for the next thing the trio plans on getting themselves into, and also out of attempts to cheer the Weasley girl up.

In all actually, Ginny didn't take her emotions out of everyone else most of the time. She'd much prefer to lock herself up in her dorm until someone dragged her back to reality. I took the role of that duty most of the time due to the fact that I'm her best friend.

I folded up my textbooks and piled up my papers so I could go make my way up to get. Hermione mentioned that she wasn't sad, just that she was upset about life.

Before stopping at Ginny's dorm I made sure I had some exploding bon bons - Ginny's kryptonite. Some would have said that it's too early but a few can't hurt.

I made my way up to the girls' dormitories and knocked on Ginny's, the only response was a groan that closely resembled no.

She must have locked the door once Hermione left, whispering a quick alohomora spell I pushed into the room. Which resulted in a pillow to the head the second I stepped both feet in.

My books now paid across the floor as I picked the pillow up and aimed it right back at her own head. She rolled away last minute with a laugh.

"Hermione told me you were upset, but you don't look like it," I popped a chocolate into my mouth.

"Well maybe it's because I'm now in the presence of my dearest love, exploding bon bons," she said, grabbing at the box.

"I don't remember saying they're for you," I smiled and laid on my back, "no, but seriously, what's up?"

Ginny said something through the food in her mouth, but I couldn't hear what she said between the pops and the fact her mouth was full.

"Huh?"

"I said," she started, "I'm just so sick and tired of everything." I hummed to let her know I was listening. I understood her entirely. In fact, I was also starting to feel like that at this time of the year.

It was mid-February, the time of year when the joy of the holidays is gone, but the harsh cold has no plans of leaving yet. We're all ready for it to become warm again. Or at least for the snow to melt away from being the brown slushee mush it currently was.

"Like it's all so unfair. I seemed to be dragged into so many of Ron and Harry's messes and yet I don't get any of the good times out of it. Yeah, I know there are more important things at hand but why can't anything entertaining happen to me?"

She unwrapped another candy before starting again, "I get so caught up in the news of everything that happens and not much of it do I get any credit for. Like I'm not gonna lie, it makes me feel so insecure sometimes."

She took a bite and waited to swallow before speaking. "Oh and Ron never even allows me to just have some fun. Anytime there's a party he comes swooping in to make sure I'm not drinking, at this point I'll probably die before I get to drink."

The rest of the candy went into her mouth and sat up to start on my own part of the argument. "I get that totally, like so much has happened at Hogwarts the past few years that I'm anxious all the time. Who knows what's around the corner, you know," Ginny nodded in understanding.

As I went to talk again a letter was dropped at the window. Hedwig brought it. I got up to get it and shimmied my shoulders and "oo" -ed at her.

"Oh, please don't start," she laughed half-heartedly, grabbing to open the letter.

"What's it say?" I hop back onto her bed while I wait for a response.

"I don't know! I just started reading it." She continued to read for a couple of seconds, then said, "He wants to see if we want to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow."

"Like just the three of us? That's kind of weird."

"No, no. I guess there's a small group and they wanted to go at least one more time before we can't anymore this year," she clarified for me.

"Ohh, okay. Yeah, I guess." She definitely didn't buy my fake enthusiasm. As much as I loved Hogsmeade, and as much as I can sometimes love interacting with the bigger group, I didn't connect to them the same way they did with each other.

"You don't seem to want to go."

"It's just that I feel like I'm the least liked person there. I know you're my friends and all but only I have like two real friends. And lately, I'm a nervous wreck, I get too into my own head. Sometimes I think that they perceive me weirdly," I played with my fingers partially out of stress from revealing that, and partially out of habit. I normally would keep that to myself just cause I knew some of it was just my anxiety.

"Easy fix, I won't leave your side then," she laid her hand on my knee reassuringly.

"But then I'm holding you back from interacting freely."

"Okay, then you can switch between me and whoever your only other best friend is." Ginny and Hermione were the people that got me. Ginny pushed me to the best me socially, and Hermione pushed me to be the best me academically. I was the perfect in-between for the 2 of them, we all worked incredibly together.

"Which is Hermione by the way. I assume you guessed though," I laughed a bit.

Ginny grabbed both my hands now, forcing me to look up into her face, "See! Perfect, you won't have to worry about a single thing!"

Now on the thought of Hermione, "How come Harry sent you a letter instead of having Hermione do it? Or he could have asked at breakfast" Oh no, Breakfast. "Shit, Gin, we're gonna miss it." My stomach growled as the realization hit.

"Oh, I bet my wand we're gonna miss it," Ginny said, rushing to get up. We raced out of the dorm and through the halls in a way that if we were to get caught, we'd be in big trouble.

We reached the great hall and found students already on their way out and the room full of half-empty tables, "God, it's brutal out here," I said, the air completely knocked out of me. Through heavy pants and grumbling stomachs, we saw Draco and his little posse walk past us.

"Are you good?" he mocked.

Ginny flicked him off, "Yeah, just having a really good time."