Don't tell anybody what we do, when I get lonely...
Take me, to another place where I'll be, face to face, just you and me - with no rules;
Just like you, I get lonely too.
AN: Hello, hello! This is my very first Harry Potter fanfic published to this site, and I will say that I'm a bit excited about it. It'll be HHR, in due time, of course! I don't know for sure how many chapters I'm planning on this being... but I sure hope that you like the little bit of a start to it that I have here. If anyone is interested in betaing for me, please contact me! As always, too, I would so love reviews and any constructive crit, or just words of encouragement! Thank you! :)
Prologue ~
He wanted to know if she hurt as much as he did.
Sometimes, as he lay next to Ginny in their lavish bed, the sun peeking up quietly over the horizon, he would reminisce on their lives back at Hogwarts. They'd been so young, so naive... so brave. Searching for horcruxes with the weight of the world on their shoulders was everything and yet nothing at all - their 17-year-old lives flailing and falling on the balance of overwhelming emotions at the time.
He remembers the wedding; the panic and eruption of tightness in his chest for Ginny, the Weasleys, and everyone else left to fend for themselves at the party. He remembers Ron getting splinched, Ron's enormous jealousy, Ron leaving; the devastation and the crushed feeling that hung over him. He remembers her crying for days, moping as if the world was ending. And just maybe it actually was.
He remembers holding her in a warm embrace; swaying to some song playing softly from the wireless. He remembers both of the teenagers pulling back at arm's length and staring into each other's eyes...
This is where he would usually pull himself from his stupor, Ginny beginning to stir next to him. She would lean over, laying her hand over his bare chest where his heart beat a steady rhythm, planting a kiss on his cheek or nuzzling her face into his neck. His hands resting comfortably behind his head, he would continue to gaze out the large, sweeping windows as the sun erupted along the horizon...