"Margo, what was that?" The first thing Ginny had done when she had gotten home was throw the uncomfortable shoes in the pile by the door, and take off upstairs and vomit in the upstairs bathroom.
Harry had ran up after her quickly, and held her hair out of her face and sat on the cold tile floor, holding her while she sobbed.
Once she gathered herself, she chased Harry out of the bathroom and started the shower, and sat there in a tank top and a pair of loose shorts, letting the water soak her until she felt like she was cleaned mentally and physically.
She changed out of the waterlogged clothes, and into a pair of sweatpants that were cutoff above her knee and an old t-shirt that most definitely used to be Ron's, because it had 'Chudley Cannons' emblazoned on it in flaming letters.
Ginny and Harry were sitting on his bed, leaning against the headboard. Ginny was squeezing a pillow to her chest like it was her only lifeline.
"I don't think you would believe me if I told you." Margo stretched in the beanbag chair in the corner of Harrys room.
"Okay, Margo, let me tell you something. My soul is tied with this annoying guy right here," Ginny knocked on Harrys forehead, "and you, you are supposed to protect us with these weird silver 'pew-pew' powers. And with mind Telekinesis-which, is incredibly weird by the way-and you think that I wouldn't believe you?" Ginny said, looking incredulous.
Margo scoffed, but talked anyway. She told them all about how she had practically dived into Ginny's brain just by touching her shoulder.
"Okay. Do you know how you did it?" Harry asked, throwing an arm around the shoulders of his girlfriend and Bondmate.
"If I knew how I did it don't you think I would be testing it on other people? Namely my mother to see what her problem is." Margo muttered.
"Try it on me again. Just, think that you want to know what I'm thinking about," Ginny said, springing up from Harrys bed, "can't hurt to try."
"Okay."
Ginny called up a memory, the first thing she could think of that Margo didn't know.
Margo came up to her. "Don't think of something that'll make me vomit." Margo said, before putting her hand to Ginny's shoulder.
Ginny watched Margo. Her eyes sharpened and her pupils dilated and her face whitened. Ginny could tell that she had freckles now, a few along her nose that probably only showed when she was sun burnt or extremely pale, such as now.
Ginny turned her head to face Harry. "It's working, I think."
"Let's hope so."
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Margo was falling again, her shirt billowing up, and she felt like an underrated version of Marilyn Monroe but with tattered jeans on.
And she landed, her surroundings all jello like, the same as last time.
What's on for today, Ginevra? The damn echoing of her thoughts, that Margo really could've done without.
Ginny really just have wanted to make her vomit, because what she got s nice view of was Ginny and Harry snogging in a broom closet, probably in Hogwarts somewhere.
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Fanfiction"I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love-- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me." |-/ Everything was simple, for awhile. Then...
