I'm only happy when I'm with you.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That honour belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Ginny Weasley was today turning 17 years old. She smiled at her family, trying desperately not to let their sorrows mar her big day. It had been a mere three months after Fred's death but the pain still felt as new as if it had happened yesterday.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a certain emerald-eyed individual. She turned to meet his glance with a smile that reached her eyes.
"Happy birthday, Ginny" he says, shyly brushing his lips against hers. He knows she is struggling to move on but she is strong. She can cope, and he will be by her side all the way.
The way he says that simple sentence and the soft kiss break the dam she worked so hard to build. Tears cascade down her cheeks at an alarming rate, splashing onto the floor. "It's not fair!" All she wanted to do was stomp her foot like a child and pout like she did at the age of six when her parents refused to let her ride broomsticks like her brothers. "How did you do it?" She turns to stare at him, brown eyes wet with unshed tears. If there's anyone who knows how she feels right now, it's him.
He cannot honestly answer her question because, to be truthful, he doesn't know himself. Gently taking hold of her arm, he allows her to lean against him and sob her heart out. She needs to grieve. "Just like you're doing."
Despite how bad she feels, a smile appears on her lips; it's a small smile, but it's there nonetheless. Then she immediately feels guilty, her newfound happiness retreating swiftly back into its shell. Why is she acting like this?
"It's okay, Ginny," he murmurs softly. She can scream out to the world, tell it just how much she hates it. He watches her with bated breath, trying to figure something out.
"I know." She realises now, even though it was so obvious. She is only happy, at least truly, when she is with him.
It seems that their thoughts are in tandem when he says, "I'm only happy when I'm with you." He knows now that they cannot live without each other; they can exist, but existing isn't the same as living.
Living is exactly what Fred would want me to do, she mused to herself. So that's what I'm going to do. I'll live my life to the fullest and then maybe it won't hurt so much.
"Goodbye, Fred. I love you. Just because I've stopped crying doesn't mean I don't miss you but sometimes you have to move on. I'm only happy when I'm with him. Maybe I can learn to be happy all the time, like you'd want."
Harry steps up beside her, his hand a comforting presence on her shoulder, " We have all the time in the world for that. I swear you won't have to be hurt anymore."
When she looks him in the eye, she believes him. They need each other and right now each other might be all that gets them through this.
AN: That was my first fanfiction so I hope it was satisfactory. Thank you for taking the time to read this.