When she looks at him you can see the love in her eyes. You can feel the
innocence flowing from her in waves, and you can't help but wish that you
were still innocent enough for that to be you. After all, everyone knows
innocence is the best way to get that boy you're eyes are on. It helps,
however, that she has the figure of a model, and that blood red hair that
falls halfway down her back, always seeming to flutter in some invisible
breeze. And then there's those legs that seem to go on and on, forever. You
just wish that you had someone you could look at the way she does at him,
or, even better, someone who would look at you the way he does at her. It's
such a shame that innocence can be stolen at a moment's notice, willingly
or not. A moment of pleasure can lead to a lifetime of regret.
The more I watched the more upset I grew, knowing exactly what it meant. I
myself had been forced into losing my innocence in a forceful way, as well
as a disgustingly painful and awful way. Her father, his master, and his
death eater friends, attacking me. The mere thought of it made me clench my
hands around the knife in them, causing blood to splash out of the freshest
of cuts.
Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed
Its so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold When you look outside look inside to your soul.
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Ginny Weasley stood watching Harry. Knowing these people as well as she did, they still knew nothing of her personal life. Unfortunately. Or was it fortunately? Did she really want everyone to know? If only they knew what the boy she 'loved' did to her whenever he felt the need to. She'd love to see their faces when they found out about the precious hero's 'hobbies'
She shivered, thinking of her latest punishment. He had done all that for what? Just because she had been hanging round with Colin? (Who, incidentally, happened to be gay, as well as one of her best friends)? Where was the crime in that? Was she to be denied friendship, now, too? As if that wasn't all she had left after everything he had put her through! Harry noticed her shiver, and placed a 'comforting' arm around her slender shoulders, making her wince when his arm came into contact with her latest bruises. He made no effort to avoid them. She looked up at her friend, Pansy, who she had made friends with not long before she started dating Harry. Pansy was watching her and Harry closely, an expression of apparent interest clouding her features. Seeing this as her excuse, she leaned over and whispered into Harry's ear, "I'm going to talk to Pansy,' she whispered, gesturing towards the girl, who had quickly turned her face away. "Are you OK with that?"
Instead of nodding his head, as most boyfriends would do, he gave her a look that plainly stated that he didn't mind, but she'd have to make it up to him later. She tried her best to ignore the look, knowing that it meant she would be hurt mentally and physically yet again. She knew and yet she still walked purposefully over to the Slytherin table. Knowing too, that this was what had made him jealous enough to start being her, that being friends with Pansy automatically made her friends with the whole male population of the Slytherin house, something which neither Harry nor Ginny were too keen about.
"Hey Pans." I said, as I got closer to her. She, being the little tease that she was, kissed me lingeringly on the lips. She knew she was teasing more then just Harry by doing this, but she needed to have the feeling of passion, not just plain want. They only pulled away from each other when the wolf whistles started to ring across the hall. Ginny sat down close, very close, to Pansy and whispered in her ear; "He did it again, last night, and this morning. I don't think I can stay with him much longer. How am I supposed to be able to deal with this? It's killing me Pansy. What the hell am I meant to do?"
Its so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold When you look outside look inside to your soul.
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Ginny Weasley stood watching Harry. Knowing these people as well as she did, they still knew nothing of her personal life. Unfortunately. Or was it fortunately? Did she really want everyone to know? If only they knew what the boy she 'loved' did to her whenever he felt the need to. She'd love to see their faces when they found out about the precious hero's 'hobbies'
She shivered, thinking of her latest punishment. He had done all that for what? Just because she had been hanging round with Colin? (Who, incidentally, happened to be gay, as well as one of her best friends)? Where was the crime in that? Was she to be denied friendship, now, too? As if that wasn't all she had left after everything he had put her through! Harry noticed her shiver, and placed a 'comforting' arm around her slender shoulders, making her wince when his arm came into contact with her latest bruises. He made no effort to avoid them. She looked up at her friend, Pansy, who she had made friends with not long before she started dating Harry. Pansy was watching her and Harry closely, an expression of apparent interest clouding her features. Seeing this as her excuse, she leaned over and whispered into Harry's ear, "I'm going to talk to Pansy,' she whispered, gesturing towards the girl, who had quickly turned her face away. "Are you OK with that?"
Instead of nodding his head, as most boyfriends would do, he gave her a look that plainly stated that he didn't mind, but she'd have to make it up to him later. She tried her best to ignore the look, knowing that it meant she would be hurt mentally and physically yet again. She knew and yet she still walked purposefully over to the Slytherin table. Knowing too, that this was what had made him jealous enough to start being her, that being friends with Pansy automatically made her friends with the whole male population of the Slytherin house, something which neither Harry nor Ginny were too keen about.
"Hey Pans." I said, as I got closer to her. She, being the little tease that she was, kissed me lingeringly on the lips. She knew she was teasing more then just Harry by doing this, but she needed to have the feeling of passion, not just plain want. They only pulled away from each other when the wolf whistles started to ring across the hall. Ginny sat down close, very close, to Pansy and whispered in her ear; "He did it again, last night, and this morning. I don't think I can stay with him much longer. How am I supposed to be able to deal with this? It's killing me Pansy. What the hell am I meant to do?"