I did a bit of revising on this piece. I wasn't happy with one part of the story, so it's changed. It's a much better reason than what I had before. I hope you're happier with this piece now, I am.
If you've ever been outside on a crisp, cold, winters night, you can tell that it sort of has a smell. The cold air I mean. It's sort of brisk, refreshing, inviting even.
Ginny muses on these thoughts as she stands in front of Hermione's door and inhales the crisp air one more time before knocking. Hermione's letter to her seemed urgent. Ginny wasn't sure why, but she felt sort of uncomfortable about this meeting. She wasn't complaining though, any moment she got with her love was ok with her.
Hermione answers the door, sort of flustered,"Ginny, hi." She says quickly and moves aside so she can pass by her.
"Hey love." Ginny says as she passes by the brown haired girl catching her hand in the process, and it's not the same reaction she's gotten from her before. Ginny shrugs it off, figures she's had a bad day.
"Sit dear. Would you like tea? I think we should have tea." Hermione says quickly and hurries off to the kitchen only to return to the sitting room a few minutes later. She poured a cup for Ginny and then for herself before sitting down.
When neither of them speaks for a while, and the silence is almost deafening, Ginny realizes that something is up, as Hermione never sits that far away from her.
"Ginny." She says. The way she speaks her name sends shivers up her spine and she knows, she truly knows that something is up now. The temperature in the room, even as they are sitting in front of a roaring fire place seems to drop a few degrees.
"Ginny," she says again. Icy. "I-I. I've been meaning to tell you something."
And then, in front of that roaring fire, Ginny can smell the cold.
"I really think, that us, you, me, it's not working. I love you, I really do, but I can't continue living this way. It's wrong, we're wrong. It's wrong." She mumbled wrong over and over again. "We're not supposed to be in love, I'm not supposed to love you."
Ginny scoffed.
She didn't know how long she had met with Hermione. She just knew it was truly over, when she looked at her through those eyes while standing in the doorway, and her leaving was not met with a kiss.
She was forced out into the cold air again, forced to breathe in the refreshing crisp air.
Yes, Ginny would have to get used to the cold. It is all she'll ever know.