Slowly, Harry stepped into the cold, unfeeling wind and out of door of the
quaint, if not slightly eccentric Weasley house. They'd allowed him to stay
for the summer, but as soon as Charlie had come home from Romania they'd
received a blast of winter so unbearable that Harry would have left, if not
for his love of the Weasleys. Especially one of them. Which had led to
Charlie's immediate anger...he'd caught Harry and Ginny kissing in the
pouring rain one blissful summer night. Harry remembered that enchanted day
as the water had poured upon them...suddenly he was interrupted by a quiet
voice behind him.
"Harry?" Ginny had mumbled slowly almost seeming embarrassed to have said his name. "Harry?" He turned around slowly and saw her...the woman he loved hated with more passion than he'd ever felt before.
"What Ginny?" he whispered in quiet desperation, "I thought I told you. We're finished. I can't do this anymore...no more pretending. It's not right, I've broken Ron's trust, your parent's trust, and I'm afraid..." he seemed unable to get the words out as his voice was choked with emotion, "Even your trust. I love you Ginny, but I can't do this anymore. We're getting too serious too fast. I love you, and I..I...I just don't want to hurt you."
Ginny smiled at his subtle outburst of emotion. She knew that he wanted her more than anything. Her unfailing memory raced to remember what he'd told her a week ago when they'd snuck into the tool shed together at midnight. She slowly frowned as tears welled up in her eyes, "You said you'd never leave. You PROMISED you wouldn't leave me. EVER! You said you loved me, and that from that moment on that you'd never leave. Remember that, Harry? Remember the promise you made?" She looked desperately into the depths of his light green eyes as she seemed to diminish before his eyes. She suddenly looked like a madwoman, one who knew nothing...nothing but his love.
He closed his eyes trying to block her out, but her voice kept ringing in his head. He remembered how her long silky red hair had covered the milky skin of her bare arms when they had their secret meetings. He remembered the trust he'd felt her give him as he took her in his arms and held her. How could he forget those things? How could he live without them...
"Harry?" she whispered pulling on his shirt sleeve, "Harry?" she said his name more quietly as he turned towards her. Slowly she looked deeply into his eyes and wrapped her arms around his long, slender neck. "I love you. And I don't care what I have to do to attain your love. I'll do it. If you want me to dance around you singing sonnets of love, if you want me to fetch you Arabian wine, if you want me to find you the only potion in the world that gives life, if you want me to jump off of a bridge to prove my love, I'll do it!" Her sparkling green eyes flooded with tears of deep devotion. "Ask me, and I'll do whatever you ask." She stared deeply into his eyes waiting for a response.
"I—I—I," he stuttered before realizing what he truly wanted. He cleared his throat, but the uncertain huskiness still was heard as he whispered, "Kiss me, Ginny."
Without hesitation Ginny raised her head to Harry's and gently allowed her lips to touch his own. Warmth flooded through her slender body as she tightened her grip around his neck. Innocence was forgotten and slowly became passion as Harry kissed her more deeply than he'd ever kissed her before. The cloudiness of love fogged up their minds as the stood, in perfect bliss and kissed in the cold, unfeeling wind. It slowly stopped blowing as Harry and Ginny parted.
"Ginny?" Harry whispered, "What are we going to do?"
Ginny looked at him thoughtfully, "I don't know Harry...I really don't know." She slowly walked away from him back to the Burrow, where everyone was still asleep. A quiet peace flooded her soul as she saw a white rose laying gently across the chair where she sat at breakfast. Next to the rose, a small card written in a messy scrawl inscripted these precious words, "I love you." She smiled gently, her eyes filling with sweet tears as she slowly put the rose in an empty vase and began preparing breakfast for her sleeping family...
More to come! I promise that I will update soon. Please Review if you've read this far, and as another Fan fiction author has said, "Flames will keep me warm on a cold winter's night." Haha...but seriously, say your real opinion of my fic and how it can be made better. Love YA'LL!!!!
~* Weeping Rose *~
"Harry?" Ginny had mumbled slowly almost seeming embarrassed to have said his name. "Harry?" He turned around slowly and saw her...the woman he loved hated with more passion than he'd ever felt before.
"What Ginny?" he whispered in quiet desperation, "I thought I told you. We're finished. I can't do this anymore...no more pretending. It's not right, I've broken Ron's trust, your parent's trust, and I'm afraid..." he seemed unable to get the words out as his voice was choked with emotion, "Even your trust. I love you Ginny, but I can't do this anymore. We're getting too serious too fast. I love you, and I..I...I just don't want to hurt you."
Ginny smiled at his subtle outburst of emotion. She knew that he wanted her more than anything. Her unfailing memory raced to remember what he'd told her a week ago when they'd snuck into the tool shed together at midnight. She slowly frowned as tears welled up in her eyes, "You said you'd never leave. You PROMISED you wouldn't leave me. EVER! You said you loved me, and that from that moment on that you'd never leave. Remember that, Harry? Remember the promise you made?" She looked desperately into the depths of his light green eyes as she seemed to diminish before his eyes. She suddenly looked like a madwoman, one who knew nothing...nothing but his love.
He closed his eyes trying to block her out, but her voice kept ringing in his head. He remembered how her long silky red hair had covered the milky skin of her bare arms when they had their secret meetings. He remembered the trust he'd felt her give him as he took her in his arms and held her. How could he forget those things? How could he live without them...
"Harry?" she whispered pulling on his shirt sleeve, "Harry?" she said his name more quietly as he turned towards her. Slowly she looked deeply into his eyes and wrapped her arms around his long, slender neck. "I love you. And I don't care what I have to do to attain your love. I'll do it. If you want me to dance around you singing sonnets of love, if you want me to fetch you Arabian wine, if you want me to find you the only potion in the world that gives life, if you want me to jump off of a bridge to prove my love, I'll do it!" Her sparkling green eyes flooded with tears of deep devotion. "Ask me, and I'll do whatever you ask." She stared deeply into his eyes waiting for a response.
"I—I—I," he stuttered before realizing what he truly wanted. He cleared his throat, but the uncertain huskiness still was heard as he whispered, "Kiss me, Ginny."
Without hesitation Ginny raised her head to Harry's and gently allowed her lips to touch his own. Warmth flooded through her slender body as she tightened her grip around his neck. Innocence was forgotten and slowly became passion as Harry kissed her more deeply than he'd ever kissed her before. The cloudiness of love fogged up their minds as the stood, in perfect bliss and kissed in the cold, unfeeling wind. It slowly stopped blowing as Harry and Ginny parted.
"Ginny?" Harry whispered, "What are we going to do?"
Ginny looked at him thoughtfully, "I don't know Harry...I really don't know." She slowly walked away from him back to the Burrow, where everyone was still asleep. A quiet peace flooded her soul as she saw a white rose laying gently across the chair where she sat at breakfast. Next to the rose, a small card written in a messy scrawl inscripted these precious words, "I love you." She smiled gently, her eyes filling with sweet tears as she slowly put the rose in an empty vase and began preparing breakfast for her sleeping family...
More to come! I promise that I will update soon. Please Review if you've read this far, and as another Fan fiction author has said, "Flames will keep me warm on a cold winter's night." Haha...but seriously, say your real opinion of my fic and how it can be made better. Love YA'LL!!!!
~* Weeping Rose *~