Second chances *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (harry potter x reader)

Cormac and Lavender's Terrorism: The Saga

I gave another gut wrenching hurl into the toilet. Ginny stood holding my hair out of my face.; her hand gentle but firm, offering a sort of motherly feel.

I'd just pulled my head away when image of Ron's – or rather Cedric's – body flashed through my mind again, sending another wave of nausea through me and resulting in my head back in the toilet bowl.

"Reminds me of last year," Ginny says, trying to lighten the mood. It was true. This was the state of Ginny and I almost every night last year due to all those parties. "Can I assume you're sober?"

I clutched the rim of the toilet, my knuckles turning white, and closed my eyes tightly, trying to push the image away. But it was no use; it was seared into my mind, a horrific image that I couldn't seem to escape. I was drowning in it.

I leaned back, wiping my mouth with the tissue provided by Ginny, then leaning my head in my hands.

"You alright?" she asks, pursing her lips.

"Yeah," I sigh. "Thanks..."

"...Was it really that gross?" she asks. By now, all the Weasleys had been informed on their relative's accidental ingestion of poison. Ron was admitted to the hospital wing almost immediately and has been there ever since.

Once that had been settled, and we knew he was okay, I broke off to settle the second biggest problem I'd been facing: and it was currently being flushed down the toilet.

"No... it just looked uh... familiar," I decide to say. Ginny knew it. Ginny had heard it all last year, because unfortunately drunken words are sober thoughts.

And I just couldn't seem to shut the fuck up.

"Oh..." she says softly.

Without another word, Ginny sits down beside me on the floor of a bathroom stall. We both had our legs brought into our chests. She wraps her arm around my shoulder and brings me in for a side hug, which I lay into completely.

Sitting on the bathroom floor was disgusting, yes. But what can you do?

"So... not one of Ron's better birthdays?" we heard Fred say as we joined the majority in the infirmary after a few glasses of water and mints.

It was evening; the hospital wing was quiet, the windows curtained, the lamps lit. Ron's was the only occupied bed.

Harry and Hermione were sitting around him; Ginny and I joined them.

We had spent all day waiting outside the double doors, trying to see inside whenever somebody went in or out.

Madam Pomfrey had only let the group enter at eight o'clock. Fred and George had arrived at ten past. Once everything was in order, Ginny and I had left.

"What happened?... You look ill..." Harry says softly as I take a seat beside him, putting a hand on my forehead.

"Breakfast didn't sit well for me," Ginny replies on my behalf, holding her abdomen and shaking her head.

I laughed slightly, appreciative of her ability to keep a secret, but it was just Harry... I could tell him.

"Later..." I say softly to him. He looks at me with a mix of skepticism and concern, before dropping it.

"This isn't how we imagined handing over our present," said George grimly, putting down a large wrapped gift on Ron's bedside cabinet and sitting beside Ginny.

"Yeah, when we pictured the scene, he was conscious," said Fred.

"There we were in Hogsmeade, waiting to surprise him —" said George.