Wash It All Away
Author:
Starless NightRating:
PG-13Disclaimer:
This is my first attempt at an angst/drama story that doesn't involve humor. I apologize if it's not up to your standards, but it's the best I can do thus far. Please review and tell me if I should continue with the story. There will be some Hermione/Ron goodness later on if I get requests, but this will be mainly about Ginny and Tom. I don't own them, nor do I own anything else in the world of Harry Potter. Kudos to J.K. Rowling for giving us this opportunity to dream.Chapter One:
ShamefulYou hold the answers deep within your own mind.
Consciously, you've forgotten it.
That's the way the human mind works.
Whenever something is too unpleasant,
Too shameful for us to entertain, we reject it.
We erase it from our memories.
But the answer is always there.
"Wash It All Away" - Evanescence
He came to me again last night. At midnight, when the moon cast its eerie glow through my window, I looked to the horizon, and there he appeared. I hoped, prayed, that it wouldn't be like the time before, but it was the same as it had always been. On a gust of summer night air he rose to me, so close I could see the moon's reflection in his eyes. His eyes…they mocked me like they did the first night, when he told me everything I needed to hear. And oh, how I needed to hear it.
With a smile adorning his lips he raised a hand to me, and I could feel the icy smoothness of his flesh against my skin. I closed my eyes and savored the touch, because I knew it would be a while before he visited me again. I feared these visits, and yet I longed for them. I longed for his touch, for his voice, for his meaningless words.
I longed for his power, as he had once longed for mine.
And as I leaned out my window, the coolness of his hand on my cheek, my eyes closed against the tears that threatened to fall, I awoke to reality. This man, this boy who had stolen my heart with his words, was nothing more than an obscure dream I had conjured with a mere thought. He was real…no, he had been real, but he was much more than I deserved. He was the shadow and I was the fire.
My eyes opened, and he disappeared into the darkness.
For three years, he has come to me in the night, and for three years, I have kept him a secret. No one in my family knows; Tom has asked me to keep it that way.
There are times, times when I feel overwhelmed with what I hold inside for him, that I feel like I need to let go, to tell someone. But those are the times I remember what he wrote to me, and what happened after, and I pull it all inside again.
Some people would say that it's unhealthy, that it's dangerous to love a murderer. But they know nothing.
They don't know the power he yields, or the gentleness of his touch. Everything about him is just…perfect. But then, I'm just a fickle little girl, as Ron so often reminds me.
But Ron is a dolt, through and through. I'm not fickle, nor am I little. Tom has proved both of those to be false.
I'd give my life for him, and I'd die without a qualm…just as long as I could spend eternity in his arms.
