Фотографии Ginny_Weasley_girl : Sarah Michelle Gellar

Вечеринка Упиванцев.
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Приходит Петунья домой, она ездила по магазинам, и спрашивает Дадли:
- Что, мой хорошенький, ты полезного сегодня сделал?
Дадли гордо:
- Я... посуду мыл!
- Какой ты у меня молодец! - угощает его шоколадкой мама.
- И я... посуду вытирал!!!
- Умница! - дает ему печенье.
Петунья заметила Гарри, стоящего в сторонке.
- Ну, а ты что сделал?
- Я подмёл осколки и вынес ведро...


Приходит Снейп в больничное крыло:
- Мадам Помфри, у меня проблема. Я разговариваю сам с собой!
- Hу это не страшно, многие разговаривают сами с собой.
- Hо я такой нудный...



Осмотр Снейпа в больничном крыле:
- Что-то вы мне не нравитесь!
- Да и вы, мадам Помфри, не красавица!



Просыпается значит Гарри Поттер с бодуна.
Башка болит - хоть помирай.
А рядом с кроватью на тумбочке стоят девять одинаковых колбочек с прозрачными жидкостями.
И лежит записка: "Рассол не в левой с конца колбе и не в середине. Серная кислота не справа.
Царская водка не около синильной кислоты. Два из этих утверждений ложны.
С добрым утром, мистер Поттер!"



Драко жалуется маме:
- Что же это такое - обе мои девушки мне изменяют!



Приходит как-то Нарцисса к Северусу и жалуется, что Люц к ней охладел. Снейп, добрая душа, предложил ей зелье одно - экспериментальное. Прибегает счастливая Нарцисса через два дня:
- Сев, о, Сев, это чудо!!!Помогло!!! Как принял-через пол часа сразу два раза, потом ещё трижды вечером, ночью два раза просыпался, утром перед работой, в обед - даже поесть не успел, с работы пришел - сразу разок, потом перекусил чуть-чуть и перед смертью ещё дважды...



У Рона спрашивают, что такое, по его мнению, облом:
- Это, когда ты на Святочном балу в своей новенькой парадной мантии идешь через весь зал к Гермионе, чтобы пригласить ее на танец, а к ней подходит Малфой, и она уходит танцевать с ним.
Спрашивают у Гермионы:
-Облом - это когда к тебе через весь зал идет Рон, чтобы пригласить тебя на танец, а Малфоя все нет и нет...



Лето. Азкабан. Заключенного Роквуда привели с допроса обратно в камеру. Он стучит в стенку Долохову:
- Тук, тук, Тони, проснись!
- Ну чего тебе?
- Поздравляю с новым годом!
- Ты чего, офигел, лето ж на дворе.
- Я только что с допроса, тебе еще год накинули.



Гермиона привела Гарри к психиатру.
- Доктор, у Гарри после Хогвартса совершенно нарушилась психика. Он всех считает педерастами, что делать?
Доктор показывает Гарри картинку, на которой изображен журавлиный клин:
- Кто это? - спрашивает у Гарри.
- Педерасты.
- Почему?!!!
- Летят, друг другу в зад смотрят...
- Хорошо, - показывает картинку с тремя охотниками на привале: - Это кто?
- Педерасты. Ночь, трое мужиков, женщин нет...
- Хорошо, а я, по-вашему, кто?
- Педераст.
- Но почему?!!!
- А откуда у вас такие картинки?



Плох тот дворник, который не мечтает стать чемпионом по квиддичу!



Врач-психоаналитик Снейпу:
- После вашего обследования у меня для вас две новости - хорошая и плохая. Плохая - вне всякого сомнения, вы скрытый гомосексуалист.
Северус:
- Какая же может быть хорошая?!
Врач подсаживается ближе:
- Вы симпатичный!



Пьяный в ж... Добби врывается в кабинет к Малфою и прямо в лицо охреневшему хозяину выдаёт: - Fuck you!
Люциус в шоке: - Да как ты смеешь, эльф поганый?..да я тебя!..
Добби: - О, простите-извините...Fuck you...SIR!



Снейп в расстроенных чувствах вбегает в кабинет Дамблдора:
-Директор! Вы знаете, что вся школа говорит обо мне за моей спиной?! Вы не поверите, но... Они говорят: «Классная попка!»



Зелья. Драко и Гермиона работают в паре. Драко, лениво:
- Э-эх, Грейнджер...Ты, конечно, грязнокровка, но ну очень мне хочется тебя трахнуть...
Невинная Гермиона, само собой, краснеет, бледнеет - и со всех ног выбегает из класса.
Незаметно подошедший профессор Снейп, наблюдавший за этой сценой, тихо:
- Мистер Малфой, коли вам до такой степени невтерпеж, могу помочь. Каждый вечер Грейнджер проводит в библиотеке, за столиком у окна. Оденьте там парик, назовитесь Поттером - а дальше, сами понимаете...
Вечером Драко, на скорую руку намалевав на лбу зигзагообразный шрам и нацепив парик, приходит в библиотеку и прячется за стеллажом. Вскоре туда приходит и Гермиона. Драко, громким шепотом:
- Гермиона! Это я, Гарри! Я давно тебя люблю, еще дольше - хочу, и ты должна мне отдаться прямо сейчас!
Гермиона, как настоящий друг:
- Ладно, только я хочу сохранить девственность, ну, ты понимаешь... Понял, да?..
После секса Драко срывает парик и злорадно орет:
- Ха-ха, а я Драко Малфой!
Гермиона тоже снимает парик:
- Ха-ха. А я профессор Снейп.



Люциус - Снейпу:
- Северус, не глупи. Ну чего ты такой кислый? Устал, что ли? Пойдем ко мне, выпьем...
- А-а, пить, опять пить...
- Ну почему обязательно пить? Посидим, закусим...
- А-а, жрать, опять жрать...
- И Нарцисса будет тебя рада видеть. Читать далее...

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Verse 1
And I
Never thought I'd feel this way
And as far as I'm concerned I'm glad I got the chance to say
That I do believe I love you

And if I should ever go away
Well then close your eyes and try to feel the way we do today
And than if you can't remember.....


Chorus
Keep smilin'
Keep shinin'

Knowin' you can always count on me
for sure
that's what friends are for

In good times
And bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

Verse 2
Well you came and open me
And now there's so much more I see
And so by the way I thank you....


Ohhh and then
For the times when we're apart
Well just close your eyes and know
These words are comming from my heart
And then if you can't remember....Ohhhhh


(Repeat chorus 3x)


(Stevie talking)
Mmmhmm thats what friends are for mmmhmm yea

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Фотографии Ginny_Weasley_girl : Me...

Title: Where I Belong

By: Mari Riddle-Potter (a.k.a. malfoys_girlfriend)

Date: April 25, 2003

Summary: Sometimes all a person needs is the feeling of belonging and being loved…Harry/Ginny, Draco/Ginny.

Disclaimer: I don’t own them. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.

Authors Note: This has to be the saddest fiction I have ever written. I don’t think I’ll ever write anything like it again. So just read on and leave a review.



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Ginny’s P.O.V.



I lay in my bed, a fluffy quilt wrapped tightly around my naked body. I stare at the ceiling trying to clear my mind of all depressing thoughts, attempting in vain to enjoy this special moment. I wanted to feel satisfaction for what I had done even though it went against my beliefs. This is what I had always wanted to do…with Harry. He was here next to me, sound asleep. I can’t bear to look at him, so my eyes remain locked on the ceiling. Don’t get me wrong, I love him, but what I was looking for tonight was a feeling of belonging. I wanted to feel as though I was meant to be with him. Of course, I’m not, because he doesn’t love me the way I love him. His feelings for me run more along the lines of friendship and gratitude. My place is not with him but somewhere else. Or maybe there’s just no place for me at all. I have never belonged anywhere. I am the only girl in a group of six brothers, raised in a house that has always treated me as the anomalous one. I thought my first year at Hogwarts would help matters. I pictured it as a place where I would finally feel wanted and at home. It turns out I opened the Chamber of Secrets, let out a lethal Basilisk, and got a bunch of people petrified. My classmates weren’t too fond of me after that. Nobody wanted to talk to me or even be in the same dormitory with me. The girls I shared a dorm with tried to convince Professor Dumbledore to give me a separate room. He refused to do so and for that I was thankful. Now in my fifth year I have a couple of friends, or whom I am more likely to refer to as people who feel sorry for me. As all these random thoughts float around I feel tears stinging my eyes. I would normally suppress them, but I don’t feel like going through the trouble.



One specific memory makes a violent sob escape my throat. I remembered the first person to show romantic interest in me. You would think it was Neville or Seamus, maybe even Colin- but no. He was tall and blond with silver colored eyes and a muscular body- Draco Malfoy. He began flirting with me early in my fourth year at Hogwarts. I thought his intention was to be funny but I was wrong. He confessed his feelings for me on the Astronomy Tower one day in February. Draco said that he had attempted to ignore it but no matter how hard he tried, the truth was he loved me. What hurt me wasn’t that he uttered those exposing words, it’s that I believed him. After that he became my sun and earth- my main motive for living. We would meet in the Astronomy Tower often, sometimes in the library or in the corridors late at night. We went as far as exchanging house passwords. This continued for the rest of my fourth year, all of my summer (we sent each other quixotic love letters), and the beginning of my fifth year. Our relationship ended in a harsh and spiteful way. I was in the Gryffindor Common Room around three in the morning when an idea occurred to me. I decided to go see Draco in his room and maybe even play around a bit. He and I hadn’t had sex because it was against my beliefs. I wanted to wait until I was married and oddly enough he respected that. Whispering the password to the Slytherin Dungeon, I pushed open the door. I crept silently up the stairs to the boys’ dormitories. Draco had his own private room his father bought him. It was located at the end of the hall and had a sign up that said “Do Not Disturb”. I reached for the doorknob to his bedroom and slowly turned it, grinning at the thought of how surprised he was going to be when he saw me. My smile quickly faded as I took in the scene before me. Draco was in bed but he wasn’t alone. A girl with long black hair and the body of a supermodel was on top of him, kissing him with a passion I had only seen in movies. They were both naked, savoring each other and looking as though they were having a blast. He didn’t see me or the look of hurt on my face or my pale features. I closed the door and left as silently as I had come.



That’s just the way it ended for us. I sent Draco an owl telling him I couldn’t be with him anymore and why. He never answered it, we just simply stopped speaking. I cried myself to sleep for months even though I tried hard not to. In front of people I acted as though everything was perfect- nobody knew I had been Draco’s girlfriend, which would’ve caused a scandal of massive proportions. I tried to help myself get pieced Читать далее...

Author: Raven Summary: Ginny contemplates the war. Disclaimer: This is so not mine. If it were, man, I’d be flying high.

Ginny Weasley took a sip of her now cold coffee and stared glumly out the window of her childhood bedroom at the Burrow. The news had just arrived. A simple white envelope. Dark red ink. Severus never did like using the color black in his letters. She supposed the red was how he showed his sorrow. After all, that was the color of the blood they had shed.

Before, Harry wrote the letters. She had begun to dread his cramped handwriting. He had written when her mother died. When her father died. When Hermione died. When Ron died. When Bill died.

She had never thought, ‘Who will write the letters when he dies?’

It had seemed impossible that he would. But hey, these days, anything was possible. Except for survival that is. Well it seemed she had found the answer to her unasked question. Severus would. A week ago Harry’s death had been announced. First, privately to her. Second, publicly in the Daily Prophet. It almost wasn’t a surprise.

Today, Severus’ barn owl had brought another letter. It had a blood red seal. It was addressed in red ink. No... not Charlie too.

The last brother.

Trembling hands had broken the seal with a will of their own. She didn’t even have to read the whole thing. The first five words told her enough. “We regret to inform you...”

She had drunk all the booze in the house. Not enough. Dad had insisted on a huge party before they all left. Left for war. Left for death. Left her behind. Too bad. She would love to be completely shattered right now.

Wouldn’t anybody? Ginny mock-saluted the sky and raised her chipped mug in a sarcastic toast. “Thanks, God. Thanks a hell of a lot.”

Then she downed the rest of her coffee.

Ginny Weasley was found dead in her bedroom yesterday morning. Suicide by poison.
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