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Through Her Eyes... by American Ginny
Chapter 7 : The Stroll and Confusion
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Bolded- My (Ginny’s) thoughts    ***- Skip ahead *****-A/N *-the end of…  ~~~~ -separates the spaces of the…


Chapter 7: The stroll and confession


I woke up the next day at 7 o’clock. I looked at the bed next to me and saw that Hermione fast asleep. I turned over and tried to go back to sleep.

 I tossed and turned for 5 minutes. I, finally, surrendered to the morning light and got up. I took a shower and changed into my clothes for the day. I looked at Hermione and decided to take a walk around the house as I realized she wasn’t going to be up anytime soon.

I turned to left and started to head down stairs to the living room. The room was a peach color with pictures spaced evenly 3ft apart from each other. In the middle of the room was a coffee table, the couch was 10ft away from it, the floor was off-white, and a piano was against the left wall. A fireplace sat in the top wall, and a big, black box sat on a cabinet that was also against the top wall.


I wanted to play the piano, but thought it not the best idea while people are still asleep. So I ventured off to the rest of their house.


After I had walked around the whole bottom level, I headed to the top. I decided it best not to venture upstairs while everyone else was asleep. So I headed back towards Hermione’s (and for right now mine) room.


I was walking by Casey’s room and as I passed, I heard noises coming from inside. I looked at the door to Hermione’s room and decided that I would be bored to death in there alone. So I knocked on Casey’s door. I opened the door a little and asked, “Do you mind if I come in?”


She looked at me with a smile and said, “Com’ on in.”


I walked in and shut the door behind me. There were papers all over the floor, and she was sitting on the floor writing something. I took a seat beside her. She kept her eyes on the paper and said, “Nobody will be up for another 2 hours.”


I looked at her and asked, “Do you always get up this early?”


She still kept her eyes on her paper and said, “Yeah, but I also stay up late so I don’t generally get much sleep. Do you always get up this early?”


I looked around and said, “Not always.”


I got up and started to look at all the drawings around the room. Some of them I recognized as what she thought Harry and Ron looked like. (They were extremely close!) Others were just drawings of animals, nature, and people.


“Yes, I did draw all those. I had a little help with the people though. I am not to good at people.”


I looked at her noticed that she had still not let her eyes waver from the paper. I started to look at the papers with writing on them that hung on the wall. I soon realized that they were stories that she had written.


I started to read one about a girl who had lost her best friend. I knew it was still in the works, but the prologue was excellent.


“That one is my favorite. I still have to work out a few kinks, but otherwise I think I have it already.”


I looked at her and saw that she had finally stopped writing and looked away from the paper at me. I looked at her shocked and said, “This….How….Where…Amazing. Absolutely amazing. This is an excellent story line so far. Do you write?”


She smiled and said, “Everything. I have been able to make up songs, but I can’t ever write them down.” She got a little depressed at this but continued, “I write stories, too. I just never finish them. I also write poetry.”


I looked at her and said, “You write poetry?”


She nodded, and I asked “Can I hear one?”

 She got up and walked over to her desk. She opened a binder and pulled a folded up piece of paper that bore a name I couldn’t read. She walked back over to me and handed it to me. I to it and read:


Oh, How I Regret…

Oh, how I regret,


Destroying your love for me.


Oh, how I regret,


Fearing the love I used to see.


 It scared me.


I didn’t know what to do.


I didn’t believe it to be.


So I broke it of with you.



But how it is all a regret.

A wish to change my past.


A memory caught in my net,

 But a wish that is more of a task.




Oh, how I regret,


Destroying your love for me.


Oh, how I regret,


Fearing the love I used to see.



Oh, how I regret everything…




I stared at it a while. Then I folded it up and handed it to her. She took it and said, “I wrote it 3 years ago. I realized a really big mistake I had made with a past boyfriend. I was upset that had did it. I was mad that I had feared something so stupid. I was mad that I messed up the best thing that had ever happened to me. I was regretting everything I had ever done to him.”


She walked back over to the binder and opened it to put the poem away, but as she was putting it away, she looked at it and said, “I wrote it to give to him because I knew he had written a song about us when we had gone out that, but I also knew that he had liked someone else since we broke up the year before. So I never could muster the courage to give it to him. It hurt when I broke up with him, it hurt when I wrote this, and it still hurts. I wish I could erase it, but then I remember it was written in sharpie. The hurt will always be there, and the memories will haunt me for the rest of my life.”


I heard her whisper the word Jake as she slid the poem back in the pocket. She turned around and looked at me. I opened my arms offering a hug. She smiled at me and walked into them thankfully. I could feel her shake as she silently cried on my shoulder.


 I comforted her as I could. I could feel a tear slid down my face (followed by more). After a few minutes, she calmed down, and I pulled away and asked (sympathetically), “Better?” She nodded, and I continued, “You have never showed or told Hermione that have you?”


She shook her head and said, “I never wanted to admit it to her because she told me that I was making a mistake, and I didn’t want to see her say ‘I told you.’”


I smiled and said, “I have known Hermione for 6 years. She wouldn’t do that especially to her sister.”


She looked at me in disbelief and said, “How can you be so sure?”


I let out a little laugh and said, “Because when I give up on my ex-boyfriend, she makes me keep going and no matter what doesn’t say anything except encouragement.”

She smiled and hugged me as she wiped the tears from her eyes. We broke apart, and I said, “Well, if you ever want to talk, I am always here.” She smiled at me.


There was a knock at the door, and Hermione stuck her head in and said, “Hey, I thought I would find you in here.” She smiled at me and continued, “Anyways, breakfast is ready.”


Casey and I nodded and headed down stairs for breakfast…




A/N: What’s up? Chapter 7 (1,317 words w/o A/N) and refried melons. Just kidding. So here is chapter 7 (with refried melons). I hope you enjoyed it. It was interesting writing it. I have no idea where it came from, but it came from something. (Maybe the fact that it was Home Coming? Oh well). Well, I am glad that I have this many reviews, but I still think that I could do better. So please R&R. I guess I can put another disclaimer here: I do not own any of the original Harry Potter characters or team names. I do own Casey, the plot, and the poem. (I did write the poem so I would appreciate it if you didn’t use it without my permission. Please and Thank you.) I am sorrry for not updating in a while i have been busy with school, the school play (i ran the lights) and all the issues i have been having in life....Any who, that is pretty much all I have to say for this (oh, except the quidditch starts in the next chap) so…S.Y.N.P.


With much love,


American Ginny

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