for wendy. a love that never began.

he promised she could lean on him forever

they're not drunk, just tipsy. well, maybe he is a bit drunk. seamus & lavender and drunken conversations.

the only thing he needs to hear

the meaning of his name is one he has to live up to. but he can do it.

their love was never meant to last. it was always going to be this way.

She gnaws on her lip hard, trying not to cry. She hates this marriage. She would hate it even more if the man her sister was marrying was a jerk and not nice and polite and utterly handsome like Bill is.

She was so scared that she would open her eyes and be back in her old bedroom, and find that it was all a dream, that she had never meet the man holding her up, her husband, her love, her Teddy.

The waves lap up to her bare feet, leaving sand behind. And when she falls into the ocean, face first and eyes closed, she laughs.

Can you honestly say that you know one single Slytherin that possesses all of those qualities?” He shifted closer, his dark face looming over hers. “Yeah,” he stated, smiling, “I can think of someone."

Ginny let out a giddy giggle, twirling around her cramped room in happiness. She collapsed on the bed, pumping her legs in the air. The perfect dress was finally in her grasp.

Months ago, if she’d asked, he would have been with her. But it was too late. Months ago, he could have loved her. He’d made the hard task of trying to move on, to rid himself of the crush he’d felt for years now. It was too late.

“I want you to be my girl!” he exclaimed, and there was a few seconds of silence before her lips crashed onto his. He took that kiss as a yes.

Long fingers start to tickle her stomach and she twists and turns on the green grass in a state of bliss, bubbles of laughter erupting from her throat. Her whole life is an endless cycle of summertime. Ariana Dumbledore will live forever in the sun.

He was exhausted. No, exhausted wasn’t the right word. He supposed, for all intents and purposes, he was dead, the figure of a walking zombie. How had Mum dealt with eight? Drabble for bookwormofmassiveproportions.

Another one? Merlin, you Malfoy’s seem too produce vapidly these days." "We don’t vapidly produce, thank you very much. We’re not like the Weasleys, who have more children than they can afford." All Malfoys and the Sorting Hat. What will happen?

After all, she couldn’t let her best friend in the whole wide world go out with a boy that greatly resembled a monkey. She hated monkeys. Despised them with a serious passion.

So he pushed it to the back of his mind and forgot about it until he last looked into her black eyes. No, there was no sane reason why he admired her so.

A glass butterfly thumps softly against the window and shatters into tiny pieces, tears blinding her vision. She sobs softly, brown dye trickling down her neck. Bye, bye, butterfly.

In flashes of light, they are gone. For the Hemingway Six Challenge.