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It was time. She'd fought against it for so long, that she had forgotten about how it felt to be so free .
Her family had always wondered how she turned out to be so dark . Well most of them did, but her father knew better; She carried that in her blood ( his own mother had been like that ), and one doesn't get off from being manipulated by a young almost-Dark Lord without some... er interesting habits.
Ginny had thought that maybe if Tim didn't fuck her over like he did, she might have been more- more- light? Maybe, sh- she still is not quite sure.
But then again what does it mean to be light? The ministry definition of a light wizard is someone who is against blood purity and harmful types of magics .
You know the magic that Ginny just happens to practice, and is more interested in.
An even more lovelier coincidence is that Ginny's (alive) family are full of light wixen, with their absolute mostly bull right and wrong view of the world.
Personally Ginny thinks that she would have wouldn't have minded to claim she was a light wizard if it weren't for the old, looking like he was on his last breath, utter arsehole of her dearly disliked (by her; Her family likes to kiss his old wrinkly arse) Headmaster.
(Supreme Mugwump, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Shagger of Dark Lords.)
Alright that last one was one time, but still.
Oh, another favorite one which was giving by the Boy-Who-Lived himself;
"That utter old, twat who keeps fucking with my life."
Ginny honestly couldn't agree more with the truth of that statement.
Speaking about Harry, why on Merlin's saggy ball sack did people think she likes Harry. Well, technically she does like Harry but more as a best friend.
Also more concerning is that people think she likes blokes.
Which is weird considering that people had seen her makeout with other birds in and outside of Gryffindor's common rooms many- many times.
It really makes her wonder if what Harry said was true.
"People tend to see what they want to see; To the point that they'll ignore reality even if it's shoved off their arse."
"Very wise Potter. Have you been hanging around Luna lately?"
"Shove off Ginny! But to answer your question yes. Yes I have, she's quite…"
Harry had stopped in that moment while walking (wandering) with Ginny, pondering how he should describe the blond ravenclaw. Luckily Ginny had helped him out.
"She's quite lovely, isn't she?"
"Yes, yes- yeah she is quite lovely!" Harry said with a grin on his face, until wait fuck-
"You like her, don't you Ginny-Gin-Gin?" He asked teasingly, his grin bordering on a smirk.
( She would literally let someone kill her before she admitted this, but over a various amount of time she grew fond of the nickname.)
Ginny felt herself going a bit red, which considering her white- gingered- freckled self, must have clashed horrendously with her new (stolen) orange Chudley Cannon jumper.
Still she bravely steeled herself in trying ( which was the most she could do ) to convince Harry ( and herself ) that she absolutely did not fancy Luna. Harry's cheeky grin suddenly looked awfully like a smug smirk.
Bugger.
This was going to be a lot more difficult than she previously thought.