Sympathetic Ear
Author: munky
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Mainly Ginny/Cho; mentions of H/D, O/P, R/H, and C/C, hints of F/G twincest. *g*
Genre: Harry Potter femmeslash romance, Ginny POV, introspection, WAFF, and slight fluff.
Archive: MCY; Anywhere else, just ask me!
Author Notes: Ginny finds a sympathetic ear in someone unexpected. I decide to track down the muse and beat him senseless for inspiring this fluff-filled drek full of British slang.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue. If you do? Well, f*** you too!
Someone once told me that we all find the person we'll end up spending the rest of our lives with. Before I met Cho Chang, I wasn't so sure. Now? I'm hoping and praying with all my might that whoever said that was telling the truth. Because I would have probably been lost without her.
She's everything I wan-no, need to have in a partner. I used to be jealous about her and Harry, frightfully so. But since Harry revealed his secret; that he was gay and madly head over heels for Draco 'I'm so damn pretty' Malfoy, I realized that Cho's reassurances about her love for me were genuine. Nevermind the fact that 'The Boy Who Lived' had been drinking too much Butterbeer at the time...or that he was really talking to Hermione.
I can't help but feel somewhat guilty that I doubted her, even after all this time. I suppose all that mess with Tom Riddle's diary forced me to grow up faster than I should have. Made me a bit distrustful of the world around me. Still, I should have known Cho wouldn't lie to me. That's not who she is.
I really met Cho for the first time after the whole disaster at the Triwizard tournament. Harry had just brought Cedric's body back and I remember seeing Cho standing there on the hill, all alone. She was crying her eyes out and no one, not even Cedric's parents, seemed to care. I dunno what possessed me, but I walked up and held her hand, just a mere touch to let her know that someone cared about how she felt.
It's simple to figure out what's happened since. Don't start thinking our relationship's been all sweets and flowers though. We've had our fights and arguments, rough times and good times, and disappointments like everyone else. The amazing thing, in my opinion, is that we're still together.
I mean, here I am, about to graduate from Hogwarts in a week and she's got a busy job training as an Auror. She should be off, learning to track down some dark magician hiding in the countryside, but she's helping me move into her London-based flat and swears she wouldn't let hell or high water prevent her from seeing me receive my wizarding diploma from Dumbledore. How sweet is that?
That's what I see Cho is like. She's caring, kind, and considerate. Whenever I feel down and out depressed, she'll come up with something to do that chases away the blues. If I'm sick, she's the one who takes care of me, without asking for anything in return from me. With her being in London and me at Hogwarts, I've only had vacations to see her, but when we're together, she spends her time with me and no one else.
My family's known about my relationship with Cho since the summer after the Tournament. Dad was really worried to begin with, because of the fact that we're both women, but after Cho assured him that we'd be able to still mother children, he's seen her as a second daughter. Mum sat me down when she found out and asked me if this was something serious or not. I told her it was and she was fine with it, up to a point. She just figures that she has to lecture me about dental dams and monogamous relationships now, instead of using birth-control spells and such. It's downright embarrassing when she starts lecturing me at the dinner table about safe sex.
My older brother Ron was gobsmacked when he first found out; not because of the fact that I was dating Cho Chang, but because he'd walked in on us having sex in the Gryffindor girls dorm. We'd planned our tryst while the rest of the girls were at lunch and I hadn't bothered to let down the curtains around the bed. He came in and figured on borrowing my quill for class. Ron certainly didn't expect to see my face in between Cho's open legs and by the time Cho noticed him there, the damage had already been done.
For a whole year, if Cho came around the Burrow, Ron's face got as red as his hair and he left to spend the night at Hermione's, supposedly studying. Poor boy. I can't really help but laugh though, since Ron probably still remembers that to this day.
My twin brothers, Fred and George, who are a year older than Ron, are nothing but pests. They still think it's adorable that I've a "sweetums" and tease me about Cho every chance they get. Cho plays along and tells them they deserve a beating, but I know no one's serious. They're probably just jealous that I'm attached. They've yet to find girls who will put up with their pranks and the fact that they're virtually joined at the hip these days.
Percy, the next oldest after the twins, was surprisingly encouraging of us, in his own serious, by-the-books way. I suppose it has a lot to do with the fact that he and Oliver now have a child. She's a little ray of sunshine named Molly, after Mum. Percy mellowed right out since he and Oliver adopted her a few months ago. Molly's got him right around her chubby two year old little finger and I definitely think she's Daddy Percy's little girl.
Now my two oldest brothers, Charlie and Bill, haven't found out yet. Charlie's in Romania, still caring for his dragons and Bill's been sent to Greece by Gringotts. I figured Mum or Dad would have at least mentioned something to them, but I guess they want me to tell them instead.
I wonder how they'll react. Charlie probably won't like it, since he's always seen me as his "baby" sister and doesn't want me to grow up. Bill will probably be alright with the idea that I'm a lesbian and wish me the best.
Bill's always been an open-minded sort of person, especially because some people aren't always quite so understanding about how he looks. I suppose it's the earring and long hair and all that. Never bothered me, but some more traditional wizards would rather see Bill with short hair and no earring. Like Dad's boss at the Ministry, Cornelius Fudge.
Urgh, it's late. Almost twelve and I'm glad there's no class tomorrow. If it wasn't for weekends, I'd have gone starkers years ago. Thanks for listening to me, Pig. You aren't half as bad as Ron's said you were. It gets lonely sometimes, without Cho to talk with. Just six more days now and we'll be together. I can't wait!