A/N: this is my first story. not beta-ed. wrote late last night. just thinking how ginny must feel cuz harry left her (ginny pov)
Harry had left again and I couldn't do anything, and now he is back and he thinks I am automatically going to forgive him? Well heck no, he will have to beg and suffer and other things so that he will not be able to get away with this.
I glance over at him. He is sitting with Ron in the yard and they are just out by the lake talking and looking at the water. Harry laughs openly and Ron punches him. Even from hear I see a burn on Ron's arm and I feel bad for my brother. Him Hermione and harry have been through so much and have had a lot of hurt. Then I think about making him suffer again and I am conflicted. He has been put through enough already and now I want to make it worse by making him suffer by silent treatment. What is wrong with me? Hermione walks over and sits besides Ron and grabs his hands and they all talk.
Then I ach for harry need him like an addict needs nicotine and I ask myself again, what is wrong for me. He is not good for me but he pleases my soul. Will hurt me and help me at the same time, can never tell me everything, but says I need to understand. I fall for the lie…no, the wish and send my heart flying when I realize I can make his dreams come true. Because he needs me for something weather it is for a purpose, or for fulfillment, or relaxation and joy, he needs me.
But I need him. I need him to make me strong and vulnerable at the same time. I need to show control yet compromise and I need someone who is not afraid to let me stand on my own two feet. Harry is my drug, and I am his. What is wrong with me, why would I let him suffer more when we both already are? Because he is my drug and I am his, so I stay in the kitchen and say nothing, give no recognition. All the while I am taking away his will and forcing him to chase after his addiction.