To all the wizards I have loved before

Chapter 12

Hey humans it's been a while since I updated but I'm trying and I hope most of you have stuck with me. So yeah I hope you have stayed and I'm really excited to finish this story I'll be updating more often so I hope you are as excited as I am. Okay please bear with me, I promise I'm doing my best. Love you all 💞
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It was rather odd to say the least to Ginny, seeing the change in Hermione.

She was happier it seemed at times, and other's more melancholy than ever.

One moment she'd be laughing in Malfoy's arms, him whispering sweet nothings in her ear, the next she was alone, always sneaking off to an old oak tree near the lake.

Malfoy's change was much more noticeable than hers though.

It seemed as though he wouldn't even attend any lessons if Hermione wasn't with him.

He would sneak off, reappearing rather late. In the few instances Ginny had been present for this, Hermione would just stare at him curiously before she centered a blank look and stalked off in a different direction to sit chewing on her bottom lip or running her long fingers through her frizzy coils of hair.

Something, something about these new instances just did not settle right within Ginny's gut.
The whole situation was just so queer.

Ginny had believed for a sweet, perfect fortnight that her friend had finally found happiness with someone. She believed that Hermione had softened Malfoy's heart of stone, even just a little.

She'd wanted her beliefs to be true.

She'd wanted it so bad.

But not only because she saw the chemistry between the two.

But because Malfoy gave happiness to Hermione that she had never known in the years she had fancied Ron.

Ginny knew what it felt like to be completely neglected, taken for granted by the one person you wished to see you the most.

She had bonded with Hermione over this.

So she wanted give something more to Hermione, who's heart had been ready to completely fall to pieces when Ron had brought the nerve to announce his obvious new relationship with the one girl who had never cared for Hermione.

She deserved better than Ron's pity, much too late, love confession.

Hermione deserved the universe for everything she had done for him, for all of them.

And more.

So Ginny had done what she could to give Hermione a fraction of the universe she deserved.

But Ginny knew it would never be enough.

At least not until Malfoy completely grasped what had been so freely given to him.

Not until Malfoy proved he wasn't the least bit like Ron and would never be.

Ginny loved her brother, she did.

But her brother was a right prat, even she could see that.

Only a prat could not catch a glimpse of Hermione for who she was a first sight.

A fox.

Fragile, frail looking but fierce.

Beautiful the way a fire burned, mesmerizing, but frightening at times.

Clever, sharp witted.

Unfriendly seeming but sweet, kind and trustworthy.

Perfectly imperfect.

Hermione Jean Granger was a mess, but an artistic mess.

She needed someone who could understand this and still know how to not pity her.

She needed someone to understand her ways, keep up with her wit.

Draco Lucious Malfoy seemed like the perfect fit.

They were like fire and ice.

She could warm his heart.

While he could cool her frenzy of thoughts.

They could save each other.

If only they saw what Ginny could.

Each one was trying to put the other out.

Fire and ice must be balanced.

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Oh yeah that is Ginny by the way so yeah idk do you like that or this one better?

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