Chatoyant

•Chapter 1•

"If you're going to dance,
then darling,
make the world spin"
~Madalyn Beck

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'Mum', Ginny screamed. 'I am getting late! Can you please tell Ron to hurry up and move his heavy arse out of the bathroom? I need to shower, for Merlin's sake!'
'Language Ginny', Molly, her mother, replied in a stern voice. 'And remember, I better not get any complaints from any of the professors!'
'Fine', Ginny huffed.
Stomping up the stairs, she went inside her room and closed the door with a loud bash.
They never understood. The anger, the vexation inside her. They were always trying to supervise her, correct her. They didn't know that the darkness lurked around, ready to lash upon.
She always thought the anger was a result of her teenage nerves. But she wasn't a teenager anymore. She was sixteen.
Abruptly, she pulled out a pair boxing gloves from under the bed. She had smuggled it, last summer, from her father's old storage where he usually kept his 'muggle-fascinations'.
The gloves were a means to escape the reality. Punching the dashboard not only calmed her nerves but also made her stronger each passing day.
She figured she'd take them to Hogwarts with her.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a renowned institution for the young and budding wizards and witches of Britian.
Ginny was going back this year, to complete her sixth year.
A loud bang caused her to break out of her trance. She pulled out the gloves and returned them to their safe haven.
The door creaked as she opened it slightly to see who was causing the ruckus.
Ah, it was the golden boy. A trunk in hand, Hedwig(his owl) in another, he stood there talking animatedly to Ron, her brother.
She felt a tug in her heart. She realized again, that she was never going to be over him. Nothing could change that. Not even the endless and tiring sessions of boxing.
Tears welled in her eyes. They had been together last year. They were happy. She was content. Everything seemed fine, until he decided to break it off.
'Gin..I'm sorry. But this is for your own good, trust me. I love, and i let you go.'
Those were his words last summer. He didn't know how much grief he had caused. The uncountable nights Ginny cried herself to sleep, the immeasurable amount of work she did, just to keep her mind off him. He didn't know at all. The wreckage he had caused inside her heart.
And here he was standing, chatting away, as if nothing happened. As if, he was completely oblivious to every plea she made. No, Ginny would never forget that. She might forgive him with time, but she won't forget.
She looked at him, and made this promise to herself.
As if on cue, Harry flinched. He turned around and their eyes clashed for the first time in months.
Memories clouded her vision. When they shared their first kiss... when they cuddled under the tree...and when they fought but still went back to each other. Laughter boomed in her ears. Tears sprung in her eyes once again. Everything flooded back in with a rush. Every touch, every smell.
"Hi Gin.." The Golden Boy whispered.
She felt a hot wet tear slide down her cheek.
She hastily pushed the door close and slid down against it. Burying her face in her hands, she cried. And cried. Till the moon's light dimmed. Till her her tears stopped brimming. Till her eyes were weary and her sighs were full of exhaustion.