Ginny Weasley (in_my_fashion) wrote in contentious, @ 2008-09-19 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | * complete, ginny weasley, percy weasley |
Who: Ginny Weasley, Percy Weasley
When: September 19, 2001
Where: St. Mungo's
What: Ginny and Percy are the only single Weasleys left. They need to support each other through this terrible affliction.
Warnings: Emoness?
Rating: PG-13, only because Ginny swears in her thoughts.
Status: Private/Complete
*****
Hospital beds were stupid and uncomfortable. And hospitals smelled... hospitalish. And Molly had been hovering. And Quintus was in the building. And Harry was in the building. And Demelza was going to go to the Nimble 8 without her. And she was still all splotchy. And Ron was declaring his love for Hermione on the journals. And, basically, Ginny hated everyone.
She grumpily picked at her blanket and hoped Percy would bring her sweets- though she figured there was little hope of such a thing- she might even consider making him her least hated person, even if he had dobbed her into Molly. Jerk.
Percy had worked late, which was nothing new, but it was late even for him by the time he closed up his desk in the outer offices of the Minister's office and headed over to St. Mungos. He had a headache pinching between his eyebrows that he kept hoping was merely tension and not anything to do with Jarvey pox. It had been a terrible week, all in all, and somehow, seeing Ron's entry to Hermione on her birthday had depressed him a terrible amount. His baby brother was unseemingly happy, and here he was... miserable and alone. It was well, vexing didn't begin to cover it. Pathetic was more like it. Not that he was in a hurry to settle down but... spending the night with Meg the other night had left him feeling acutely what was missing in his life.
On the way up he stopped in the gift shop. It looked like it had been ravaged by hordes of angry pixies, but he managed to salvage a box of chocolates in a red tin, possibly they were leftover from Valentine's day, but if they weren't stale he wasn't going to complain.
He headed up to Ginny's floor, which was the same floor Caine had been on, and he thought maybe he'd check and see if they were still there before he finally went home. In a completely unpathetic way of course. There were some assistant mediwitches giggling outside what he assumed to be Harry's room, and two doors down he found Ginny's, the door partly open.
Their Mum was inside, and Ginny looked to be sleeping. Percy suspected she might be pretending. After promising his Mum he'd stay till shift change, he talked her into going home and catching some sleep of her own. Once she'd left, he dropped down in the seat she'd vacated, moving some knitting aside, and then poked Ginny's foot.
"You can stop pretending."
Rolling over, Ginny half-glared, half-smiled at him. "You'd be pretending too. I love her desperately and everything... but she's driving me completely mental. I feel like I'm six and in bed with the dragon-pox all over again."
He had a box in her hands. Red. Tin-like. Godric's balls, had Percy actually brought her sweets? She peered at it, making her interest quite obvious.
"How are you?"
Ginny was eying his box with interest, so Percy kept it primly on his lap, hands folded over it. "Tired. Cross," he admitted. He raised one hand and rubbed it over his hair.
She looked better and he was glad to see it. "At least you look better. Give it a few more days and Mum will be back to obsessing over Ron and Hermione's wedding again.
"Why cross?" she queried with genuine concern. Not that is was uncommon for Percy to be cross, of course. But he was still her brother and she loved him.
"Yea," she sighed with a frown. "Wedding plans. Joy. What's in the tin?"
"Long story. Partly work related. Partly not." He looked from the tin to her and then smiled. "Chocolate. You want some?" He handed it over and leaned back in the chair. "You know I had to fight off two old women in purple hats for that in the gift shop. It was the last one."
"Want to talk about it?" Ginny took the tin, pulled the top off, and grabbed a chocolate. "I've decided to forgive you. You are now my least hated person. Not that that's saying much at the moment honestly, but still."
Percy pushed up his glasses and examined her through them, thinking quite possibly that was a first. No. There was the time when he was eight and he'd rescued her doll from the twins. That definitely had counted.
"That means a great deal, Gin," he said quietly. "And I'm glad you've decided to overlook the transgression." The last was said fairly seriously, although he did smile a quiet sort of smile.
"As for the other just." He looked over at her and shrugged, a little. "Guess it's partly sour grapes, at least a little. Seeing Ron and George and everyone so happy. I mean, I'm glad for them just...they're both younger than I am and here I am still well... here."
Ginny munched another chocolate. Yes. Percy was definitely forgiven.
She paused and put her chocolate down. Oh, she knew what he was talking about alright. Damn happy siblings. All married and engaged, and creating tiny, perfect people. Even when she had a boyfriend who loved her, they irked her slightly. And now that she'd rejoined the ranks of the loveless and lonely? Ugh.
"I get it. Ron's entry kind of made me want to jump out the window," she said quietly.
"Yeah." Percy reached for a chocolate in the shape of a cupid. It was moving a bit slowly, so apparently they were from Valentine's day, but they tasted alright.
"Me too." He ate the chocolate thoughtfully, then pulled his glasses off and cleaned them. "I like Hermione," he said after a moment. "She's a good girl." When he put his glasses back on, he looked at Ginny through them. "I think I fancy Meghan."
There. He'd said it.
"Hermione's lovely. Don't know what she sees in Ron." Ginny bit the chocolate again, taking Cupid's head off. Fucking Cupid. Sick, twisted bastard. Quintus Harper? Fuck you and your stupid arrows, Cupid. Seriously.
"Meg? Meghan McCormack?" She tried not to look shocked. Percy and a Quidditch Player. Well.
Percy looked over at the tone in Ginny's voice. Was it really that far out of the realm of possibility? After all, they'd been friends for years.
"Yes, that would be the one," he said, only somewhat testily. Really, even his own sister apparently thought he'd be a monk the rest of his life. He could have gone off to see naked Patils tonight, if he did that sort of thing.
"A bit out of my league, no?" He said it with just a bit of an edge to his voice, but it was far more regretful than bitter, if he only realized it.
"I wouldn't say that," Ginny said quickly, realising how he'd taken her comment. "I just meant, well, she not the kind of girl who you'd think you'd like, Perce. She's, you know, not a librarian. It's too bad things didn't work out with you and Pince."
She poked out her tongue so he's know she was teasing, then added, seriously, "She'd be lucky to have you." Most days.
His eyes went up and he made a face as she mentioned Madam Pince. "She's kind and funny and well beautiful," he said smiling despite himself. "And honestly, I feel more me around her than I do around most people. And apparently she doesn't mind that. Well, at least as a friend."
He shook his head. "Thanks. I doubt anything will happen with it, just was on my mind, and then seeing everyone else so happy." His eyes went back to her. "I still think you should talk to Harry. Maybe if you straighten things out with him you and what's his name will have a chance." He gave her a look, half teasing, but mostly serious.
"You should go for it," Ginny said. She was torn, it was nice to hear Percy feeling so romantic towards someone. But, at the same time, she was almost... jealous? At least Percy stood a chance with his interest. Percy. Percy stood more of a romantic chance than Ginny did. Wonderful.
"Maybe." She answered sadly, pulling her blanket up around her. "Not much point. He doesn't love me anymore, clearly."
He noted her suggestion but didn't really answer, looking at her instead. "Well, did he tell you that?" he asked, practically, leaning back in his chair and folding his fingers in front of him, restless for something to do with his hands. "What was said, exactly?"
She looked small and sad and on impulse, he reached out and squeezed her ankle. "And do you think he's worth fighting for?"
Ginny didn't want to talk about this. At all. But Percy had told her his secret... and maybe it'd hurt less if she talked about it. She'd never been much of a believer in that kind of emotional crap, but whatever. "He said I obviously had other people to cosy up with and maybe we shouldn't bother anymore. And I said fine."
She didn't answer his last question. Whether Quintus was worth fighting for or not was irrevelent. Ginny was too proud. And too scared that he wouldn't care if he did. Plus, why would she want him ANYWAY? Bastard.
Percy considered this. "Well. He was likely angry. We all say stupid things when we're angry. Believe me, I know." He took another chocolate. "Of course, you know, if you don't have anyone else to cosy up to, perhaps you should try telling him that. You never know. It might make a difference."
He shrugged. "And, I suppose, if he's not worth it, then you don't. And you move on. But if you'll excuse me saying so, you don't really look like you want to." It was said only slightly in the know it all Percy way. But it was obviously true.
"I told him it didn't mean anything, he didn't care," Ginny rubbed her forehead. "I don't want to talk about this anymore, Perce. I just need to get out of this place and I'll be fine."
He looked at his sister and nodded slowly, before reaching in his pocket and pulling out a pack of cards. "So. Exploding Snap then?" At her look he shrugged. "Hey. I'm single and pathetic if you recollect, it's not as if I have anything better to do."
"Sounds good," Ginny smiled.