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It’s No Surprise: for almond_joyz

I would like to welcome almond_joyz back to home (well virual home anyway) as she is back from her vacation! She requested Harry/Ginny and gave me the prompt of "Love Bites" by Def Leppard. So yeah I have no idea where this fic idea came from but I listened to the song several times and this is what popped into my brain. You can blame the evil bunnies for the lack of smut.

Title: It's No Surprise
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Genre: Angsty-ish Drama
Rating: PG (I know, I know *hangs head in shame*)
Warnings: lack of smut
Word Count: ~1200

It’s No Surprise

And then it was just the bitter sulfur of ashes in her mouth, replacing the hint of treacle tart, the taste of chocolate frogs. It had choked up from deep within her, drying her mouth as she watched him go. And in that moment she did not cry, because somehow it was right for him to walk away. It was not a surprise. And she knew that there would be no argument. That moment was so different from the time before when he had tried to leave her behind. Instead of joining him in friendship, she would have to stay and allow him to walk away, holding her heart.


She had seen the way he had been looking at her. No one has that many Bludger accidents. There were sparks of something within her then. The fire of hope? She was not sure. But it was a warm and delightful feeling. It licked at her heart and if she had dared in those moments it would have fed her soul. No, that particular deliciousness would come in later weeks.

It came, really, when she least expected it. She meant only to congratulate him, to hug him as she had her other teammates. Well, maybe not exactly as she had hugged her other teammates, but she had been leaving that up to Harry. And he had delivered. She had been hoping for possibly a kiss on the cheek, or maybe that his hand would slide down her arm and then she would feel his fingers lace with hers.

She had not expected him to plant his lips soundly over hers in front of her brother and seven years worth of Gryffindors. But he had and who was she to deny him?

It was then, as his mouth met hers that the tiny flame of hope exploded in her chest. There could have been fire flowing through her long hair and Ginny would not have been surprised. That was what she felt: as if her whole being were on fire, as if her heart had wings. Harry Potter had brought something to life within her, a feeling that Michael and Dean had never even come close to. And she knew that it was because it was Harry and that this was right and how it should be. And for those few precious weeks, in the stolen moments that they were given, she allowed it to consume her.


When Ginny attempted to Bat Bogey Hex Pansy Parkinson outside of the Great Hall (they had become perfect targets for each others anger, loneliness, and rage) and it seemed more like a Fly Bogey Hex if anything, Ginny was not surprised. She had after all watched Tonks with mousey brown hair and her normal nose for the largest part of the year before. And it was not shocking that she knew in that moment, thanks to Malfoy’s blithering idiot of a girlfriend, that she did not just fancy Harry Potter. Ginny loved him, and the taste of ash was again in her throat.

She choked down her lunch and tasted nothing of her food as whispers and gazes washed over her from her remaining schoolmates. She heard the words ‘lost her touch,’ and tried not to gag. Yes, she had lost her ‘touch,’ because she had lost her heart. It was out there somewhere with Harry as he met with Order members, plotted against Voldemort, hid from Death Eaters and dodged curses. And she might never get it back.


Christmas holidays brought little relief from her aching emptiness, and no relief from the war. Out on Order business, her parents had left Ginny in the care of Fred and George. She and George had been walking quickly back to the shop after a short visit to the one apothecary that was still open when it happened. She had known that Harry leaving would not make her less of a target than before. It was not a surprise. She was still a Weasley, a blood traitor and a child of the resistance after all.

And with the taste of smoke and dust in her mouth she had focused on long-gone feeling of flames filling her soul. Pulling joy back from the depths of her memory, she had conjured a Patronus to call Fred to their aid. He was there in an instant and the three Weasley children left two Death Eaters stunned and bound in the middle of Diagon Alley for the Aurors to collect.

It was only later, when they were safely ensconced at Order Headquarters, that Fred had a chance to fix her with a puzzled gaze. She averted her eyes and stared ahead into the flames of the fire. She was not ready to discuss this with Fred or George or any other member of the Order. Instead, Ginny silently sipped her tea with a taste of Ogden’s and hoped the firewhisky might some how ease the dry ache in her throat.


When Hogwarts did not reopen after Christmas, Ginny was not surprised. There had been more deaths and attacks, and her own parents admitted that they were going to keep her home regardless. But she was not even allowed to stay home. Headquarters were moved again to Number 12. And Ginny was back in her old room and back to being thrown out of the kitchen when meetings started. She was alone again with her anger and frustration, and no Slytherins in sight on which to vent her spleen.

It was not a surprise that Harry, Ron and Hermione would appear at irregular intervals. And it was expected that Harry would not meet her eyes. Meals were a tightrope of trying to appear normal, as if her tongue was not coated in the taste of blackened sulfur, as if there was still fire in her eyes and soul. It was not there, but it sat across the table from her, almost mocking her in its closeness.

Hermione did not seem surprised when Ginny finally told her, late one night as they readied for bed, about the attack at Diagon Alley. The other witch only nodded with a sad slow smile when Ginny said that her Patronus had changed. She told Hermione in the dark as they lay not sleeping, about the flames she had felt inside her, the ones that only Harry had been able to light. Ginny whispered how the fire had smoldered into ashes as he walked away from her at Dumbledore’s funeral; how the taste of soot and smoke was all that she had left. She told Hermione how her Bat Bogey Hexes now fell flat. She told her only friend what she had not spoken to anyone else about, what only Fred had seen: that a phoenix had erupted from her wand when Ginny had sent for help that day.

“You know what that means, Hermione.” Ginny spoke softly into the darkness, “I love him.”

“Fred told him about your phoenix. Harry knows, Ginny. He knows.” There was a heavy weight to the silence, Ginny tried to breathe slowly and licked her (always now) dry lips. She heard Hermione take a deep breath as well, before the other witch went on. “His Patronus has changed, too.”

There was a flicker of something within her. Ginny allowed herself to close her eyes and enjoy the single tongue of flame that seemed to circle her heart in the cold empty night.


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Aug. 2nd, 2006 03:29 am (UTC)

LOVE it! Really I do! Must remember to put the song on repeat whenever I read this.

Thanks honey!
Aug. 2nd, 2006 05:01 pm (UTC)
YOu are very welcome dear!

I am so glad that you approved of it!
Aug. 2nd, 2006 03:44 am (UTC)
Oh, what a wonderful story! The angst just kills me, but you write it so well! I love this line to death .... "Yes, she had lost her ‘touch,’ because she had lost her heart."

You paint a poignant picture, even without the smut! ;)
Aug. 2nd, 2006 05:02 pm (UTC)
Thanks, it had been awhile since I did anything angsty with H/G and it has been a really long time since I did something that was PG!!
Aug. 2nd, 2006 03:52 am (UTC)
gah. you guys are trying to kill me tonight.

i loved it. i've been trying to write something like this myself ... except with less ashes and the like. but i haven't been able to capture the tone. with stories like these, it's all about the tone. i love how you did this. she's wanting him, but she's not pathetic about it, you know? and i love that both of their patronuses (patroni?) changed.
Aug. 2nd, 2006 05:05 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the kind and thoughtful comment.

I do apologize for the near fatal angstiness.

I tend to come up with the best angst when I am PMS-ish. Just a note from one author to another LOL
(no subject) - eimajunknown - Aug. 2nd, 2006 06:48 pm (UTC) - Expand
Aug. 2nd, 2006 04:00 am (UTC)
That brought tears to my eyes, and you need to know that this does not happen often. This was beautiful, heart wrenching and just so bloody sad. Your descriptions are wonderful and have left me feeling like a dementor has visited me for a feast.
Aug. 2nd, 2006 05:20 pm (UTC)
Ha ha! The hardened mental health worker has CRACKED!!!

My ebil plan is well on its way!!!

*cough, cough*

I mean,

Thanks! Glad you liked it!! ;-)
Aug. 2nd, 2006 04:35 am (UTC)
Perfection....more more please??
Oh, oh...my heart clenched in my chest, and tears threatened. So so so good. Perfection in angst, with that touch of hope that makes good angst truly great. And I don't even like angst that much. Except when you do it. I love that Ginny's Patronus is a phoenix. Now, will we get Harry's POV to find out what his is?
Aug. 2nd, 2006 05:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Perfection....more more please??
I suppose I practically have to write Harry's POV now. LOL

I am glad that you enjoyed it dear!
Aug. 2nd, 2006 05:06 am (UTC)
I like this just fine regardless of lack of smut.

I could tell immediately when you described Fred giving Ginny a look that there was something about her Patronus, but the description of just how it changed still came with the surprised feeling of not having guessed an answer that's just right. And I liked the twist at the end about Harry's Patronus having changed too (to what, I wonder?), and the hope that stirs in Ginny.
Aug. 2nd, 2006 05:18 pm (UTC)
Oh thank you. I am glad that it was a surprise to you as a reader at the end. Because as the author you know where you are going and sometimes it seems very obvious as you are writing. So I am glad that you liked it.

Thanks for the very thoughtful review.

Ladytonks may force me to write Harry's POV, either that or she has threatened to write it for me LOL
Aug. 2nd, 2006 06:06 am (UTC)
Ohhhhh, you EVIL!

What. Is Harry's. Patronus.

You must tell me now.

(And I loved it by the way. Amazing, even without the smut, and that's saying something ;) )
Aug. 2nd, 2006 05:07 pm (UTC)
Go. Read. Visible Ink

Available on the All Fic listing in the side bar.
(no subject) - inanera - Aug. 3rd, 2006 01:06 am (UTC) - Expand
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Aug. 2nd, 2006 05:14 pm (UTC)
Thanks! It is nice to know that you enjoyed it even though it isn't necessarily your cup of tea.

That means a lot :D
Aug. 2nd, 2006 11:59 am (UTC)
So achingly beautiful. And, it is good for you to be smutless on occasion.

You know I want more...(smut and non smut alike)
Aug. 2nd, 2006 05:12 pm (UTC)
yes yes yes

It'll be along in the email beofre you know it.

And I know I don't have to write smut, I just like to :D I can stop any time!!!
Aug. 2nd, 2006 02:47 pm (UTC)
I really liked this. I do hope there's another part telling Harry's pov and how his patronus changed too. Or even his changes and moods seen through Ron or Hermione's eyes. But even as a stand alone, that was great!
Aug. 2nd, 2006 05:11 pm (UTC)
Oh there had already been discussion of such a fic in the works

Thanks to my lovely beta ladytonks
(no subject) - ninkenate - Aug. 14th, 2006 07:17 pm (UTC) - Expand
Aug. 2nd, 2006 04:45 pm (UTC)
oh delightful. stuff like this is why i ferreted out all your other fics from the vast internets and found your LJ and friended you. your post hbp harry/ginny is probably the only h/g i really love to pieces.

oh and i have to echo the great unwashed: what! is! harry's! patronus!??
Aug. 2nd, 2006 05:10 pm (UTC)
A hem "ferreted out all of my other fics"

Check out Visible Ink which is listed on my All Fic Listing in the sidebar and that should give you a pretty good idea of my theory of Harry's new patronus is. And its light and fluffy.
Aug. 2nd, 2006 06:45 pm (UTC)

*hugs you so damn tight*

Oh, wow. That was goregous. It made me feel really good. Romantic and lovely without being schmaltzy.

I've been trying to figure out what Harry's Animagus would be for the same reason as you (because it would be Ginny's Patronus), and of course it would be a phoenix, of course.

Aug. 3rd, 2006 05:44 pm (UTC)
Thanks dear!!!!

I am glad that you liked it as well as find my little theory believable :D

That makes enjoying the story so much easier.

Your comment made me smile widely. And that is always nice!!
Aug. 3rd, 2006 10:21 pm (UTC)
Just what I needed after my day :D

Hope it's okay to friend you?

Aug. 4th, 2006 05:52 pm (UTC)
Lovely, lovely, lovely!

The parallels with Tonks were great, and Ginny's path here is quite moving.

And what is Harry's Patronus now? A doe? A unicorn? A bat? ;-)
Aug. 4th, 2006 05:55 pm (UTC)
Yeah yeah yeah....

I am about 300 words in on that one right now.

It shouldn't be too much longer of a wait. :D
(no subject) - mickawber - Aug. 4th, 2006 06:49 pm (UTC) - Expand
Aug. 9th, 2006 05:09 am (UTC)
My favourite part:
Warnings: lack of smut XD

Seriously? Great job, it's a beautiful fic, and everything seems to fall into place, the ashes in her mouth, her Patronus changing, the lack of her Bat Bogey Hex... It's just brilliant!

I loved it... even if there was not smut. But you can always write more smut, right? ;)
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