Author's Note: Hello, mates! This is just a silly SHORT one-shot/song-fic, hope you like it!
Dear Diary, I don't know why no one understands. Mom says Harry's a nice boy, but it can't be true love. She doesn't think we'll marry, but I hope we do. Dad says it's nice, but he probably doesn't think we mean anything by it. Ron thinks it's fine, but as far as love goes, I couldn't call him an expert. I guess they've never walked around on the grounds in the morning, when the dew is fresh, and it looks like crystal on all the life outside. Guess they've never sat under a tree with anyone and talked for hours on a Sunday afternoon. What I have is love, and they can deny it all they want, but I'm happy. Yours, A bright sunlight poured into the window of the Girl's Dormitories as Ginny Weasley closed her diary on a Tuesday morning. There was snow on the ground now, which had fallen only yesterday and had yet to melt. The other Gryffindor girls were still fast asleep; the older girls dreaming about the N.E.W.Ts, and the younger about an upcoming Astrology quiz. Ginny, though, was at a complete peace, ready for anything, and happy. She was one of the few people at Hogwarts who had pretty much everything everybody prayed for. Her grades were high, her family was living contentedly, and she was in a great relationship with her boyfriend, Harry Potter. While her housemates slept, she got out of her scarlet coloured bed. She quietly changed into her robes and walked down the stairs to the Common Room, where the fire burned serenely, causing the shadows to dance on the walls. She loved this early time of the day, where it was quiet and comfortable. Soon, though, Harry would gently walk down the stairs from the Boy's Dorms, and sit down next to her, one arm around her back, and the other holding her hand gingerly. They would sit in silence on the red couch, soaking up the daylight together and enjoying a moment alone, where they could be together. Both of them knew that no matter what other people thought, they would be content. They would sit until the first Gryffindor would creep down the stairs with a book or two in hand, and then they would go about their morning business.
Maybe you've never experienced true love. Most people say that what I've got now isn't real; won't last. That's what they said about Harry's parents, I bet. But they were really happy, until the very end.
Ginny
On the weekends, they would spend more time together. Some of it was spent outside, and some of it was spent in bed, or in a corner, hidden from the rest of the world. Somewhere where they could kiss and talk about life and their future.
Ginny sat with Harry on that Tuesday morning, remembering a moment at the dance last year, when he took her hand, held it tight, and asked her for a dance.
((The following lyrics to the song "Greatest Story Ever Told" by Oliver James. The song can be found on the What a Girl Wants soundtrack)
Thank you for this moment "Ginny, you look amazing. Let's dance like it's the last one we'll ever have together." He has whispered into her ear, as they glided around the polished floor, close together, soaking up the moment."
I've gotta say how beautiful you are
Of all the hopes and dreams I could have prayed for
Here you are
Harry looked at Ginny's beautiful eyes, green like his. He was so thankful to have someone like her, so beautiful, so amazing.
If I could have one dance forever
I would take you by the hand
Ginny wrapped her arms around him a little tighter, cherishing the moment, wishing it could last forever. He thought back to the first day they were together. They had looked into each other's eyes, and kissed a kiss so delicate, he could just feel his heart melting away. Ginny was so glad she had said yes to him that day, glad she didn't deny him for any reason. If she hadn't dated him, she never would have experienced what she had been experiencing the past year or so. "I love you, Ginny." Harry whispered.
Tonight it's you and I together
I'm so glad I'm your man
Harry squeezed her harder in return, glad he could spent his evening with her.
And if I lived a thousand years
You know I never could explain
The way I lost my heart to you
that day
but if destiny decided I should look the other way
then the world would never know
the greatest story ever told
and did I tell you that I love you
tonight
"I love you too." She answered.
She sat there, with Harry's warm hand in hers, and leaned towards him, kissing his soft lips and squeezing his hand, treasuring him and their love.
She hoped it would never end.
AN: I hope you liked it, I think it's cute. Review me please!
