"heaven or hell, ginevra molly?"
a younger jude travers once had the option: heaven or hell? she chose hell and now she's paying for her mistakes.
nothing, not even her most precious wish could make her choose heaven.
or that's what she thinks.
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Hermione Granger could be headstrong, critical, and opinionated, but most of all, she was extremely intelligent and skeptical. A good Slytherin if you asked any of these, but her blood stained by her non-magical ancestors and her eagerness to save the magical world would be the impediments that the Slytherins would claim. Nor had Hermione herself felt that she belonged to Merlin's house, for the moment the hat screamed Gryffindor, she had felt at home.
And because of that, because she knew how to observe and know the circumstances, she knew that one of the reasons —and perhaps the main reason— why Ginny had wanted to attend the Quidditch game was because Jude Travers was flying again. Hermione hadn't been to a game in a long time, and the Muggleborn wasn't an expert in the sport, either, but she had watched with amazement how her then friend's strategies and pirouettes had taken the breath away from more than one Quidditch connoisseur.
They sat in the Gryffindor section, where the scene seen last weekend when the lions played was repeated: banners against the Slytherins, chants that almost offended the snakes, even the occasional pennant that Hermione, with a murderous look, refused to catch. She watched as Ginny stared at it for a few moments, carefully observing its message, and then slyly discarded it.
"You with the Slytherins?" A Gryffindor boy of the same year asked, a skeptical look on his face.
"I just don't care who wins." Ginny just answered.
The boy left, but seemed to care little about Ginny's answer. She was the captain of her house team, yes, but since Voldemort had fallen to Harry Potter, things at Hogwarts had changed a lot. The Slytherins had begun to be somewhat more friendly, and upon this, the other houses had joined them somewhat more. There were only a few Slytherins who continued to think that they were over the rest, preaching the purity of their blood and the superiority that it gave them.
The two Gryffindors watched as the Hufflepuff team stepped out into the pitch, it turning yellow and black to cheer on the badgers. Nothing stirred in Ginny's stomach, who didn't even know their players; a part inside her knew she was dying for Slytherin to finally come out, and with it, she could see Jude once more.
She knew it was wrong. She had known it at breakfast, when she had confessed it to Hermione, and she was still thinking about it now. She couldn't let the past take over her head and her heart, couldn't let Jude Travers come back into her life as if nothing had happened. But her stomach couldn't help but jump every time she saw the angelic face of the Slytherin, just as she couldn't prevent her head from traveling to all those moments when she would have given anything to kiss her.
Jude stopped shuffling her feet on her bed as she read when she heard the door open and close quickly. Her eyes widened skeptically when she saw it was Ginny and not one of her roommates. She opened her mouth, but she had so many questions that she decided to close it and let the redhead explain herself.
