GINSTORIA!!! GINSTORIA!!!
Okay, so I was thinking about some Ginstoria fanfiction ideas. I imagine I would explore my thoughts on how pure-blood, traditionalist, and wealthy wizarding families work, how they place heavy expectations on their children, and how trapped those children, especially the girls, feel by the idea of marriage and motherhood.
Astoria grew up completely isolated with the modern Muggle world. Her family, like others around them, wore a blend of wizarding robes and classic Muggle clothing, styles from the Victorian, Edwardian, and Regency eras. She was raised completely oblivious to how the modern world worked.
When Astoria met Ginny at a Ministry of Magic event, she didn’t understand why her heart was beating so fast. For Astoria, it was normal to see straight couples fall in love, she had only ever been shown what her parents wanted her to see. She couldn’t interact with Ginny without feeling her cheeks flush, her heart pound, and butterflies stir in her stomach.
Astoria returned home confused—confused because she was feeling what people described as love. But she hadn’t expected to feel this way for another girl. She felt guilty for not meeting her parents’ expectations, for not falling in love with a proper pure-blood boy.
Over the years, Ginny would always talk to her during the few occasions they met. Sometimes, Ginny would bring her things Astoria had never seen before, a magazine, a record player…
Astoria’s heart would flutter every time an owl pecked at her window with a letter from Ginny. She always burned the letters afterward so her parents wouldn’t find them, but in every one of them, Astoria poured her heart out. Her words were poetic, full of emotion, shaped by the many books she read. Immaculate and untouched by profanity. Astoria wrote and spoke like she had stepped out of a novel, Ginny could read her letters and listen to her speak without ever getting tired.
One fateful day, Astoria managed to slip out of Greengrass Manor, where Ginny was waiting. They spent the night hiding in the vast, well-kept gardens. Astoria couldn’t find the words to describe what she felt when Ginny pressed her lips to hers. She only knew she wanted to live that moment again, and again.
It was a strange but beautiful scene, a girl who looked like she had stepped out of a time machine dressed in a long, white, frilled nightgown, kissing a classic 1990s teenager in jeans and sneakers.
english isn't my first language, so its probably very messy
