WARNING: NCS, death, angst, language
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She smiles, her brown eyes glittering like jewels. She is looking at him in that way that says, 'I belong to you; please don't break me' and he is smiling sheepishly in reply. He doesn't deserve her.
She is so beautiful, and he doesn't deserve her. She deserves someone who loves her completely, and he is too self-obsessed to even care a smidgen about her. And yet she loves him so much.
And that's why I hate him.
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I love her. I love her more than anything else in this whole fucking world. That's why we won the war.
Everyone needs something to fight for. The Dark, they fight to gain their own selfish desires, but I fought for Ginny, and she knows it.
Everyone else just wants a piece of me, the one who supposedly saved us all, but all I really want is her.
She knows I love her.
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Don't think I don't see the way he looks at me.
He knows I love Harry, and yet, when I turn around in the Great Hall, his eyes are always on me. Always watching, as if he's lying in wait… What is he waiting for?
Why is he watching me? What does he want from me?
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A/N: This is going to be as long as I can make it. It's a little… Sparse at the moment, but that's going to change, I swear.