Redemption at a Glance
Hallo readers! This little fic is my first posted on fanfiction.net. So please be kind. My ever so kind Beta-reader never even saw this one so it's not her fault. Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, or Ginny Weasly. They belong to J.K. Rowling until I go and steal her original manuscripts and sue her for plagiarism.
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Just a look, just a smile, just a word, a look. That's all I want from her.
A look that doesn't tell me I've lost, a look that tells me she remembers, that she wonders, maybe that she hopes. I've been waiting nearly a year. She doesn't back down easily. She doesn't forgive easily. Then again, she doesn't get angry easily. She is fiercely loyal and will always stick by her friends.
Her enemies? Her enemies stay that way. You have to be truly low, without worth, to be her enemy. I have fallen that low. From her best friend to her worst enemy. I can't complain that she treated me unfairly. It was me who brought us to this. A mistake, yes. A stupid mistake. A mistake I should not have made could not have made. But I did.
I knew she was in love with me. I had know since it's innocent fifth year beginnings. We kissed, playing truth or dare. Sweet, chaste, embarrassed. It was perfect. It started there for her. I knew it. And I loved her too. A love too perfect to be true. Best friends, in love. The famous Harry Potter's first girlfriend. Adolescent love at it syrupy worst. Neither of us wanted that. Is was an Adult love. One we couldn't handle or contain. So we boxed it up and set it on a shelf with a label saying 'wait a while'. Acknowledged only in secret glances and smiles, in stolen moments of almosts.
And then I failed her. In a single mistake, all those glances and smiles and achingly sweet moments were gone. Caught up in the moment, an innocent declaration of love from a fragile girl. Regret that I couldn't give her what she truly wanted. A request. A kiss. I can't blame Ginny. She asked. I didn't refuse. If I wasn't so in love with Hermione, I could have loved Ginny. I was in love with Hermione. But she saw us. And now, the light in her eyes is dead. I killed it. A stupid mistake.
Now, all I want is a sign that she still loves me. That the little box set on the little shelf doesn't say 'do not touch'. I used to know. I used to know her. I don't, not anymore. All I'm looking for is a crack in the door. I won't give up on her, on what we could have. Hope is what drives me. Hope for redemption, forgiveness, three words, a secret smile, and a look.
Hallo readers! This little fic is my first posted on fanfiction.net. So please be kind. My ever so kind Beta-reader never even saw this one so it's not her fault. Enjoy!
Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, or Ginny Weasly. They belong to J.K. Rowling until I go and steal her original manuscripts and sue her for plagiarism.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just a look, just a smile, just a word, a look. That's all I want from her.
A look that doesn't tell me I've lost, a look that tells me she remembers, that she wonders, maybe that she hopes. I've been waiting nearly a year. She doesn't back down easily. She doesn't forgive easily. Then again, she doesn't get angry easily. She is fiercely loyal and will always stick by her friends.
Her enemies? Her enemies stay that way. You have to be truly low, without worth, to be her enemy. I have fallen that low. From her best friend to her worst enemy. I can't complain that she treated me unfairly. It was me who brought us to this. A mistake, yes. A stupid mistake. A mistake I should not have made could not have made. But I did.
I knew she was in love with me. I had know since it's innocent fifth year beginnings. We kissed, playing truth or dare. Sweet, chaste, embarrassed. It was perfect. It started there for her. I knew it. And I loved her too. A love too perfect to be true. Best friends, in love. The famous Harry Potter's first girlfriend. Adolescent love at it syrupy worst. Neither of us wanted that. Is was an Adult love. One we couldn't handle or contain. So we boxed it up and set it on a shelf with a label saying 'wait a while'. Acknowledged only in secret glances and smiles, in stolen moments of almosts.
And then I failed her. In a single mistake, all those glances and smiles and achingly sweet moments were gone. Caught up in the moment, an innocent declaration of love from a fragile girl. Regret that I couldn't give her what she truly wanted. A request. A kiss. I can't blame Ginny. She asked. I didn't refuse. If I wasn't so in love with Hermione, I could have loved Ginny. I was in love with Hermione. But she saw us. And now, the light in her eyes is dead. I killed it. A stupid mistake.
Now, all I want is a sign that she still loves me. That the little box set on the little shelf doesn't say 'do not touch'. I used to know. I used to know her. I don't, not anymore. All I'm looking for is a crack in the door. I won't give up on her, on what we could have. Hope is what drives me. Hope for redemption, forgiveness, three words, a secret smile, and a look.