Miles That Separate, Disappear When I'm Dreaming of Your Face
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Inspired by Here Without You, by Nickelback
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Miles that separate, disappear when I'm dreaming of your face…
and that is exactly what I am doing, sitting here in the mouth of the tent. I can hear Hermione snoring delicately from her bed. She's so strong, she's so good, she is such a good friend. Ron left, but she stuck by me instead of going with him. I thought she would go with him; I always underestimate her. I was scared to let them come with me, always trying to be the hero and do things alone, but they won't let me. Bloody gits, the both of them, bickering, flirting and constantly risking their necks just because I'm their friend. That familiar fear grips my insides; they are gonna get hurt one of these days, running about with Undesirable No. 1, trying to kill Voldemort piece-by-piece, one a blood traitor and one Muggle-Born. They're going to get hurt and I'll be the one to blame.
Don't you understand that's why you couldn't come along?
Its not like I don't know you're an amazing witch, I saw you at the Ministry, fighting like a trained Auror. I taught you in the D.A. and you astounded me with your skill, when had this talented witch replaced my best mate's baby sister? No, Gin, I know you're able; it was never about that. Voldemort uses his enemy's weaknesses, he's not stupid, he never was and if he knew how much I love you…I can't endure even thinking of what he'd do to you. Just like Neville's folks, just like my parents, like Sirius, Mad-Eye and Dumbledore. I can't put you in more danger than you're already in. I know how brave you are and how skilled, but the point is, I love you too much, Ginny. I love you way too much to let you put your life on the line by coming with me. And I can't tell you about the Horcruxes, either, and you'd end up hating me for being secretive or some stupid thing like that.
I'm holding the Marauder's Map and I can imagine my dad doing what I am. Staring at a labeled dot and fantasizing about the redhead it whose name it bears. I've gotten into the habit of doing that, even though it's pathetic and it makes me sound like some creep who's stalking you. Ginny, I need to feel like I'm near you; it reminds me of what I'm fighting for. I need to believe that you are warm and breathing somewhere and that maybe you're still capable of laughter and sleep, because I'm not. All day long, Hermione and I are straining to not mention your blasted brother, trying to find more Horcruxes and trying not to get caught, but that takes a toll. I'm glad Hermione can sleep; I'll be up all night, looking at that dot on the Marauder's Map. If I close my eyes, I can see you after we kissed on my birthday, glowing and beautiful, your face flushed and loving. And the
miles that separate, disappear when I'm dreaming of your face.