A/N OK so I got really inspired by Clay Aiken's CD and wanted to do a
series of songfics based on his music. Here is the first one based on his
song "Run to Me." It's Harry/Ginny with some Tom/Ginny in flashbacks, set
post Order of the Phoenix.
It was late at night in the Gryffindor common room. Harry still had to practice his Occlumency; Snape would be testing him the next day. The only other person still awake was Ginny Weasley, curled up alone on a couch by the fire. The dancing flames reflected off her auburn hair, and her quill made soft scratching noises on the parchment of her journal. Her face was downturned, and she looked lonely and sad. Harry wanted so badly to go and hug her, put his arms around her and make her feel better, but all she seemed to want these days was to be left alone.
iDon't. you don't have to save my life No. you're not ready, I can feel it Outside it's raining but I'll just go home Someday your heart will just let him go/i
Ginny looked down at her journal, full of pieces of her soul she couldn't let go. She'd just written five pages about Tom Riddle. About how much she'd loved him, yet hated him at the same time. How he told her he cared about her and would never do anything to hurt her. yet he was the one who possessed her and made her harm Muggle borns. Ginny knew she should be over Tom by now, but she just couldn't let herself trust anyone anymore. She could still see Tom's face so clearly, the way he would smile at her and make her feel like everything was okay, even when he was taking her to almost certain death in the chamber of secrets. But it was Harry, Harry who sat alone at a table in the common room, who had truly cared.
iAs soon as you get the feeling you can start to live again As soon as the worst is over you can make it all make sense Right now I can't give you what you need As soon as you get that feeling, run to me/i
"Gin?" Harry whispered softly, so that he wouldn't startle her. "Is everything okay? Cause you look. y'know, kind of upset." She turned her head toward him, her eyes full of a sadness he couldn't put his finger on. Almost as if she were missing someone she loved. but who? Harry stood and walked toward her, putting a hand on her shoulder. She turned her face back to her journal, staring at the tip of her quill. "Ginny. if you ever need anything, please know I'm here for you."
i Hush. you don't have to say a word Trust I'm not gonna hate you for it It feels like my touch only brings back the pain Someday those memories will fade away/i
Ginny turned away from Harry. The feel of his hand on her shoulder was more than she could bear. If there was one person who could rescue her from this feeling, it was Harry. He had saved her life literally; why not emotionally? She couldn't let herself trust him, though, not in this way. She gently placed her hand on his and removed it from her shoulder, setting it on the back of the chair. "I'm fine, Harry, really. Please don't worry about me. I don't need anyone's help."
As Harry turned and walked back to his place at the small round table near the window, Ginny let her sad brown eyes rest on the last sentence she'd written: "I still love Tom Riddle."
It was late at night in the Gryffindor common room. Harry still had to practice his Occlumency; Snape would be testing him the next day. The only other person still awake was Ginny Weasley, curled up alone on a couch by the fire. The dancing flames reflected off her auburn hair, and her quill made soft scratching noises on the parchment of her journal. Her face was downturned, and she looked lonely and sad. Harry wanted so badly to go and hug her, put his arms around her and make her feel better, but all she seemed to want these days was to be left alone.
iDon't. you don't have to save my life No. you're not ready, I can feel it Outside it's raining but I'll just go home Someday your heart will just let him go/i
Ginny looked down at her journal, full of pieces of her soul she couldn't let go. She'd just written five pages about Tom Riddle. About how much she'd loved him, yet hated him at the same time. How he told her he cared about her and would never do anything to hurt her. yet he was the one who possessed her and made her harm Muggle borns. Ginny knew she should be over Tom by now, but she just couldn't let herself trust anyone anymore. She could still see Tom's face so clearly, the way he would smile at her and make her feel like everything was okay, even when he was taking her to almost certain death in the chamber of secrets. But it was Harry, Harry who sat alone at a table in the common room, who had truly cared.
iAs soon as you get the feeling you can start to live again As soon as the worst is over you can make it all make sense Right now I can't give you what you need As soon as you get that feeling, run to me/i
"Gin?" Harry whispered softly, so that he wouldn't startle her. "Is everything okay? Cause you look. y'know, kind of upset." She turned her head toward him, her eyes full of a sadness he couldn't put his finger on. Almost as if she were missing someone she loved. but who? Harry stood and walked toward her, putting a hand on her shoulder. She turned her face back to her journal, staring at the tip of her quill. "Ginny. if you ever need anything, please know I'm here for you."
i Hush. you don't have to say a word Trust I'm not gonna hate you for it It feels like my touch only brings back the pain Someday those memories will fade away/i
Ginny turned away from Harry. The feel of his hand on her shoulder was more than she could bear. If there was one person who could rescue her from this feeling, it was Harry. He had saved her life literally; why not emotionally? She couldn't let herself trust him, though, not in this way. She gently placed her hand on his and removed it from her shoulder, setting it on the back of the chair. "I'm fine, Harry, really. Please don't worry about me. I don't need anyone's help."
As Harry turned and walked back to his place at the small round table near the window, Ginny let her sad brown eyes rest on the last sentence she'd written: "I still love Tom Riddle."