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Chapter 3
~Ginny’s POV~
After talking things over with Harry and my brother, I decided it was a good time to check in on Lavender and maybe get a shower and a bite to eat. But the truth was, I never wanted to leave her alone again. I knew we shouldn’t have left. We weren’t even gone an hour and I knew something was wrong. She just seemed too indifferent. Not at all emotionally involved in the atrocities that had occurred in just a short amount of time. We thought it was shock. So many things went wrong last night and she wasn’t the cause of any of them. But she, just like when we were kids, was the one that paid dearly for them. It was really no wonder, I can’t say that I was surprised when I heard Lavender scream from the bathroom. Just heartbroken.
I popped by Hermione’s to grab some clean clothes before I went home and when I ran into the bathroom to grab her toothbrush I was reminded of the unfairness of the situation. An instant, that’s all it took for a girl that we trusted and let into our group to turn on one of our own. That’s all it took for that jerk to turn my most beloved friend’s life inside out. I spelled the bathroom clean and decided it was time for lunch with my girlfriends. Including Pansy.
No, I understand the confusion. Pansy wasn’t close with us until our last year of Hogwarts. That year, though, things changed for her. She saw the elitist old ways of life crumbling and she knew that being a pureblood wife with money at her fingertips was not her answer. Not anymore. So she turned to the only person that she knew would help her regardless of her past. Hermione. And Hermione didn’t care what we said. And believe me, we said plenty. However, the longer Hermione tutored and researched careers for the pug-faced cunt (I AM still upset with her) we also got to know her. She was sweet and sarcastic. She wasn’t outright mean, her sense of humor wasn’t dry, she had decent fashion sense and the ability to empathize with others. All in all the four of us became quite close.
“Oh, Pansy” I called via floo. She was home. She was hiding. She had a fair enough reason.
“GINNY!! Where is Hermione?! Is she ok? I went back to her place to apologize and I know that she has every right to hate me and to never forgive me but I needed to see her and there was blood…..” I needed her to stop. “PANSY. STOP. TALKING.” That worked for the moment. “I don’t care about your apology. I need you to get dressed and meet Lavender and I at The Lotus Café. I need you to do it now. Yes?” And because she knew I would accept no other response, she meekly replied, “Yes.”
I always loved this little tea shop. Its walls painted a dark chocolate from the floor all the way to the trim that lined the cathedral ceiling. Colorful freshly baked pastries of all kinds lining the white marble counters. The aroma of jasmine chamomile wafting through the air. Walking into the shop I immediately felt calmer. Which leads me to wander if there is a calming charm in the doorway. “Now that we’re all here, Pansy, explain to us what in the bloody hell you were thinking last night!” Ok, maybe there isn’t a calming charm after all.
“So I was drinking with Ron and Seamus and they bet me that I couldn’t do four shots of fire whiskey, so I had to do it. And after that I was feeling really out of it and I literally fell into Drake as he was leaving. He said that Hermione had found something better to do with her time and he wasn’t important to her anymore and that he needed some attention.” Taking a deep breath she continued. “So we apparated into their apartment. I honestly thought we were just going to talk, you know, just keep each other company until the sun came up and that was it. But then we started kissing and I don’t remember going into their room but we were there and then I ….” She started crying. How do you stay mad with someone who is just not able to handle things? “I know that he spelled our clothes off, I was laughing and he wasn’t. He was pissed. I got turned around and he grabbed my hips and pushed himself into me. I only remember how I knew it was wrong when I heard him talking and I looked back and it was her. She looked cold. I was in this room, with these two people that looked as though they were both absent of the feeling that gave them life.” Sobbing, she told us how he couldn’t get off. She said he pulled out of her and sat on the floor with his head in his hands and wouldn’t react to her. So she redressed and went to Hermione’s to beg forgiveness.
Lavender and I looked at each other, both of us thinking of Hermione.
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