Hermione sat on the window seat in her bedroom, knees pulled up tightly
against her chest, wrapped in her arms. She let out a long, sad sigh.
Lifting her hand, she used her index finger to gently trace the silhouette
of the moon on the window. The moonlight was so bright, so powerful.
Strangely enough, it reminded her of her friend, Ginny.
It had been six months since Ginny had died; six long, hard, painful months. In that time, Hermione taught herself to move on, not to forget, but to move on. She knew that Ginny wouldn't have wanted her to dwell on the past, fretting over things that couldn't be changed. Hermione would never, nor could ever forget Ginny. There was something else she couldn't shake from her mind either. She had accepted the fact that Ginny wasn't coming back, and she had accepted that Ginny's death was neither hers, nor Rons's, nor Harrys's fault. It was meant to happen. Yet still, there was something nagging at her conscience that she couldn't accept.
Throughout Hermione's twenty-eight years, Ginny had been the one person whom she knew she could count on and trust. Ginny had been there for Hermione almost her whole life; loved her, cared for her, advised her, held her, respected her, appreciated her, encouraged her. Hermione let out a small chuckle and a sad smile. The list could go on forever. The amount of things Ginny had done for Hermione was endless. And each time Ginny stood up for Hermione, or helped her with her boys, hugged her, or whatever, no matter how big or small, Hermione loved her for it. Hermione appreciated each and every word Ginny ever said to her, each and every thing Ginny did for her, even every argument they had; Hermione appreciated it. She may not have thought so at the time, but looking back, Hermione knew that in her heart she did.
Ginny had done so much for Hermione, it couldn't be put into words; it was all emotion, emotion kept secure in Hermione's heart. However, there was something Hermione could put in words, but never did.
Thank you.
It was only two small words, but Hermione never uttered them to prue.
Hermione had thanked Ginny thousands of times for things like carring her books or picking her dresses, but Hermione didn't feel as though it was enough. Silent tears rolled down Hermione's cheeks as she thought about it. She didn't think Ginny really knew how deeply she had touched Hermione; how much she had affected her, and how grateful Hermione was.
Hermione was always the friend taken for granted in their trio, but at this time, she felt as though she had taken Ginny for granted. Hermione had always had her as a friend, sorta like a big sister, and never thought of how empty she would feel without her.
Hermione didn't want much. In fact, it was a rather small request, despite its deep meaning to her. Hermione just wanted to thank Ginny sincerely, from the bottom of her heart. Not only that, Hermione wanted Ginny to know how much she was appreciated and why.
Hermione and her Friends would always nag at each other and pick out their worst traits, or their annoying habits, but rarely did they compliment each other on their unique and positive qualities. Ginny was loving, she was giving, she was honest and she was brave. But it wasn't only personality traits that Hermione loved and missed about her Friend. It was more than that. It was the little things, like the way Ginny would only do the laundry one Sunday a month, but when she did, she'd do all the trios' laundry. Not only that, but she would fold the clothes specially, and she would put little treats in the middle of the folds. Hermione never bothered searching for the treat, like Ron did; it was more of a pleasant surprise when she pulled out a sweater or a pair of pyjamas to wear and found one of Ginny's treats hiding.
It had been six months since Ginny had died; six long, hard, painful months. In that time, Hermione taught herself to move on, not to forget, but to move on. She knew that Ginny wouldn't have wanted her to dwell on the past, fretting over things that couldn't be changed. Hermione would never, nor could ever forget Ginny. There was something else she couldn't shake from her mind either. She had accepted the fact that Ginny wasn't coming back, and she had accepted that Ginny's death was neither hers, nor Rons's, nor Harrys's fault. It was meant to happen. Yet still, there was something nagging at her conscience that she couldn't accept.
Throughout Hermione's twenty-eight years, Ginny had been the one person whom she knew she could count on and trust. Ginny had been there for Hermione almost her whole life; loved her, cared for her, advised her, held her, respected her, appreciated her, encouraged her. Hermione let out a small chuckle and a sad smile. The list could go on forever. The amount of things Ginny had done for Hermione was endless. And each time Ginny stood up for Hermione, or helped her with her boys, hugged her, or whatever, no matter how big or small, Hermione loved her for it. Hermione appreciated each and every word Ginny ever said to her, each and every thing Ginny did for her, even every argument they had; Hermione appreciated it. She may not have thought so at the time, but looking back, Hermione knew that in her heart she did.
Ginny had done so much for Hermione, it couldn't be put into words; it was all emotion, emotion kept secure in Hermione's heart. However, there was something Hermione could put in words, but never did.
Thank you.
It was only two small words, but Hermione never uttered them to prue.
Hermione had thanked Ginny thousands of times for things like carring her books or picking her dresses, but Hermione didn't feel as though it was enough. Silent tears rolled down Hermione's cheeks as she thought about it. She didn't think Ginny really knew how deeply she had touched Hermione; how much she had affected her, and how grateful Hermione was.
Hermione was always the friend taken for granted in their trio, but at this time, she felt as though she had taken Ginny for granted. Hermione had always had her as a friend, sorta like a big sister, and never thought of how empty she would feel without her.
Hermione didn't want much. In fact, it was a rather small request, despite its deep meaning to her. Hermione just wanted to thank Ginny sincerely, from the bottom of her heart. Not only that, Hermione wanted Ginny to know how much she was appreciated and why.
Hermione and her Friends would always nag at each other and pick out their worst traits, or their annoying habits, but rarely did they compliment each other on their unique and positive qualities. Ginny was loving, she was giving, she was honest and she was brave. But it wasn't only personality traits that Hermione loved and missed about her Friend. It was more than that. It was the little things, like the way Ginny would only do the laundry one Sunday a month, but when she did, she'd do all the trios' laundry. Not only that, but she would fold the clothes specially, and she would put little treats in the middle of the folds. Hermione never bothered searching for the treat, like Ron did; it was more of a pleasant surprise when she pulled out a sweater or a pair of pyjamas to wear and found one of Ginny's treats hiding.