If Tomorrow Never Comes
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today ~
Author Unknown
She sat in her dorm room, colored in maroon and gold. Her red hair was matted to her face and head, and her brown eyes were bloodshot, shinny, and puffy red, from crying. Her robes were wrinkled, and at the sleeve they were torn.
There was a knock on her door and Ron's voice was heard, muffled from the other side.
"Ginny, come on now. There is no reason to shut yourself up in your room over Malfoy.
Malfoy. The center of all her problems.
Her brother and his friends hated him. He was in Slytherin and was hated because he insulted them all the time. It was funny that her brother could be so dense. Had he not noticed the way that the two had been getting along?
Ron gave a sigh and walked away. He didn't need this. He went to go find Hermione. She always knew what to do. When she heard him walk away, Ginny opened the door to her room, and snuck out of the common room. No one needed to know that she was gone, it was hardly like anyone noticed anyway.
Ron was always with Hermione or Harry doing who knows what. She didn't really have any friends in Gryfindor as it was, so she was hardly ever missed.
Quietly she made her way up to the astronomy tower. It was after hours, and she should be in bed or in the common room. No one was up there, just as she had expected.
She stared at the stars from the window. The gazed brightly on her, the half moon, shinning silver. It always amazed her how the moon looked so beautiful in the midnight blue sky.
There was a soft sound of a person clearing their throat. Ginny whirled around and turned to see Draco. His silver blonde hair was a bit mussed, and his robes were too wrinkled. He walked over to her, and put his arms around her waist. He looked at the stars with her for a moment.
"Ginny, I'm sorry. I know that you didn't want me to join Voldermort, but I can't fight with Harry."
"What is that supposed to mean? You can't fight with Harry."
"I can't fight against him."
"You meant that-"
"Yes."
She took a sharp in take of breath. She turned to look at him, and saw that he was telling the truth. She leaned back onto his chest, and sighed.
"You know what, Draco?"
"What?"
"I was forced to get the mark."
Startled he looked back down at his girlfriend.
"What? Why?"
"To send information about Harry. It happened while I was in Diagon Alley. I never want to be treated like that again."
"Do you?"
"I send lies. All lies. He'll find out, and eventually he will kill me. I play a double agent."
They sat in silence, knowing that whatever they were about to say it did not matter, they were together now, and that was how it was always going to be. Both felt the sharp twinge on their arms, then it started to burn black.
Draco sighed, he did not want to leave her. The stars began to glow more brightly than before, almost a pure brilliant white. He held Ginny even tighter, pulling her closer than she already was.
"I forgive you, Draco."
"Let's watch the sunrise, when we come back from...."
"Lets."
Touching a portkey they found themselves being transported to another place. It was in the cellar of a house, and was dark and smelled of rotting flesh. Voldermort stood talking, when he saw the two he smiled evilly.
His red eyes glowed, and he pulled his wand out. His white thin lips formed words that were not heard to Ginny's ears, but she braced herself, knowing that whatever it was that he said it would be painless.
The green light filled the room.
Blinking, Draco found himself back in the astronomy tower, staring at the sunrise. It was of several shades of blue, pink and gold. His black cloak swished as he sat down.
He watched as the sun rose higher into the sky, his gray eyes staring down at the lake. He was alone. He was watching the sunrise by himself.
He repeated to himself what Ginny had told him long ago.
"Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today. I love you, Gin."
Disclaimer: The expert from the top of the story and at the end (aside from the I love you) was given to me in an e-mail "If I Knew". The poem has been going on since the 9-11-01 attack, and instantly I fell in love with the poem. The words of the poem, could mean anything, and well, it was just something I thought could be used in a story. If you would like to read the entire poem, than keep on reading.
Just keep in mind that I did not write it! (I am a very poor poor person!)
IF I KNEW
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today ~
Author Unknown
She sat in her dorm room, colored in maroon and gold. Her red hair was matted to her face and head, and her brown eyes were bloodshot, shinny, and puffy red, from crying. Her robes were wrinkled, and at the sleeve they were torn.
There was a knock on her door and Ron's voice was heard, muffled from the other side.
"Ginny, come on now. There is no reason to shut yourself up in your room over Malfoy.
Malfoy. The center of all her problems.
Her brother and his friends hated him. He was in Slytherin and was hated because he insulted them all the time. It was funny that her brother could be so dense. Had he not noticed the way that the two had been getting along?
Ron gave a sigh and walked away. He didn't need this. He went to go find Hermione. She always knew what to do. When she heard him walk away, Ginny opened the door to her room, and snuck out of the common room. No one needed to know that she was gone, it was hardly like anyone noticed anyway.
Ron was always with Hermione or Harry doing who knows what. She didn't really have any friends in Gryfindor as it was, so she was hardly ever missed.
Quietly she made her way up to the astronomy tower. It was after hours, and she should be in bed or in the common room. No one was up there, just as she had expected.
She stared at the stars from the window. The gazed brightly on her, the half moon, shinning silver. It always amazed her how the moon looked so beautiful in the midnight blue sky.
There was a soft sound of a person clearing their throat. Ginny whirled around and turned to see Draco. His silver blonde hair was a bit mussed, and his robes were too wrinkled. He walked over to her, and put his arms around her waist. He looked at the stars with her for a moment.
"Ginny, I'm sorry. I know that you didn't want me to join Voldermort, but I can't fight with Harry."
"What is that supposed to mean? You can't fight with Harry."
"I can't fight against him."
"You meant that-"
"Yes."
She took a sharp in take of breath. She turned to look at him, and saw that he was telling the truth. She leaned back onto his chest, and sighed.
"You know what, Draco?"
"What?"
"I was forced to get the mark."
Startled he looked back down at his girlfriend.
"What? Why?"
"To send information about Harry. It happened while I was in Diagon Alley. I never want to be treated like that again."
"Do you?"
"I send lies. All lies. He'll find out, and eventually he will kill me. I play a double agent."
They sat in silence, knowing that whatever they were about to say it did not matter, they were together now, and that was how it was always going to be. Both felt the sharp twinge on their arms, then it started to burn black.
Draco sighed, he did not want to leave her. The stars began to glow more brightly than before, almost a pure brilliant white. He held Ginny even tighter, pulling her closer than she already was.
"I forgive you, Draco."
"Let's watch the sunrise, when we come back from...."
"Lets."
Touching a portkey they found themselves being transported to another place. It was in the cellar of a house, and was dark and smelled of rotting flesh. Voldermort stood talking, when he saw the two he smiled evilly.
His red eyes glowed, and he pulled his wand out. His white thin lips formed words that were not heard to Ginny's ears, but she braced herself, knowing that whatever it was that he said it would be painless.
The green light filled the room.
Blinking, Draco found himself back in the astronomy tower, staring at the sunrise. It was of several shades of blue, pink and gold. His black cloak swished as he sat down.
He watched as the sun rose higher into the sky, his gray eyes staring down at the lake. He was alone. He was watching the sunrise by himself.
He repeated to himself what Ginny had told him long ago.
"Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today. I love you, Gin."
Disclaimer: The expert from the top of the story and at the end (aside from the I love you) was given to me in an e-mail "If I Knew". The poem has been going on since the 9-11-01 attack, and instantly I fell in love with the poem. The words of the poem, could mean anything, and well, it was just something I thought could be used in a story. If you would like to read the entire poem, than keep on reading.
Just keep in mind that I did not write it! (I am a very poor poor person!)
IF I KNEW
If I knew it would be the last time
That I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything just right.
There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.
Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day,
That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
and whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today