So sorry that I've been offline for a while; I had a huge novel project in English to finish if I want to continue getting a 90%... but you don't care about that. What YOU care about, dear readers, is that I have a new story up! Aren't I so amazing? And disorganized? And...
Anyways, please, please tell me you know already that these are going to be Harry/Ginny drabbles, yes? Yes, of course, you're such a smart bunch of people, aren't you!
Cyber-cake to you all for putting up with my absence (it's chocolate... yum!) and enjoy!
Is it possible to love someone so much that it hurts? To have sudden pain hit you, so swift and sharp you can't move for fear of dying? Harry felt it almost every day. Every moment.
He knew she was safer than he was, being a pureblood and not Undesirable #1. Ginny was safer without him. But then why… why did he constantly wish her to be near? To hold her close and to know that she loved him? Did she still love him? Harry had no doubt that the torch Ginny had long carried for him still burned brightly.
Sometimes he wished it would fizzle out. Because she'd be safer, better, without being tied to the Boy Who Lived, the Boy In Hiding, the Boy Who Could Get Her Killed.
Is it possible to love someone so much that it hurts? Harry was sure of the answer to that question.
Read and review! If you don't... um... something suitably horrible will happen... I think. Hermione isn't disposed to curse anyone today, and Ginny happens to be in a good mood...