I do not own these characters (unfortunately) and the song is Beautiful by Amy Grant + Vince Gill
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Wishful Thinking
I'm looking for a way to feel you hold
me
Feel your heartbeat just one more
time
Reaching back, trying to touch the
moment
Each precious minute that you were
mine
Ginny sat on her bed at Hogwarts, numbly staring out her window. She watched as the rain fell against the glass, and the wind created ripples along the pond's surface. With a shaky breath, she looked at the picture in her hands.
It was of Harry and Ginny during Ginny's fifth year, when everything finally fell into place. In the picture, Ginny was standing beside Harry smiling, until Harry gently turned her to face him and kissed her soundly. A shiver ran up Ginny's spine and she dropped the picture as though it had burned her. "How do you do this to me?" she asked miserably.
It had always been Harry. The first thing she remembered noticing about him was his unruly black hair. As soon as he spoke, however, she looked into his green eyes, where she instantly realized that he was the one she wanted to be with. Even though she had been a mere ten years old, he had taken her heart.
Closing her eyes, Ginny thought of their first kiss. She remembered
suddenly being in front of Harry, and all the things they said with
their eyes alone. She had told him without words how much she wanted
him, and he had replied by kissing her. It had definitely been the
most wonderful moment of her life. How
do you prepare
When you love someone this
way
To let them go a little more each
day?
Ginny stood up and ran a hand through her hair. I can't take this anymore, she thought miserably. It hadn't even been three weeks since Bill and Fleur's wedding, and she was already going mad. Without Ron, Hermione, and – especially – Harry, Hogwarts just wasn't the same. Luna and Neville were great friends, but they just weren't the same. Ginny felt that she could only listen to Luna talk about Crumple-Horn Snorcacks for so long before she went insane.
The more
Ginny thought about Harry's decision to end things between them –
temporarily, mind you – the more upset she became. On one hand, she
could definitely understand why he had done it, but on the other
hand, she wanted to take a beater's bat and whack him over the
head. What had he been thinking.
Ginny
walked down to the common room, still thinking about her situation
with Harry. Hadn't she proven herself capable of fighting? She had
battled death eaters in her fourth year, and she had also survived a
run-in with the soul-sucking memory of Voldemort in her first year.
Harry didn't seem to realize how brilliant she actually was,
although she had tried to show him numerous times.The
stars we put in place
The dreams we didn't
waste
The sorrows we embraced
The
world belonged to you and me
Without noticing, Ginny had gone through the portrait hole and out onto the rainy grounds. She made her way over to the pond, and sat at the same tree that she and Harry had often sat at together. The rain was starting to stop, and the sky was gradually darkening for the night. Ginny leaned back against the tree and ran her hand through the wet grass, thinking back on the memory that stuck most in her mind.
The oceans that we crossed, the
innocence we lost
The hurting at the end,
I'd go there again
'Cause it was
beautiful... It was beautiful
It was awhile after Harry asked her out officially, and they had been
sitting in the common room alone together around one in the morning.
A fire was lit, and they were curled up on the couch; her head
resting on his shoulder, their fingers entwined. They had sat in
silence, until Harry said softly, "I love you, Ginny."
She had definitely been surprised, and had sat up and looked at him.
"Harry…."
He had cut
her off, shaking his head and saying, "Ginny, I have loved you for
awhile…it just took me forever to realize it. I think it was second
year, when I first heard that you were down in the chamber. It did
strange things to me."
Ginny had smiled at him and kissed him passionately. "I love you,
too, Harry. I have since the first time I met you."
Harry
had laughed at her, "You were ten!"
"I know," Ginny said, laughing.
Harry had kissed her, and somehow she just knew she was ready. When
she told Harry, he had paled slightly, but nodded. "Are you sure,
Ginny?"
She returned the nod. "I've never wanted anything more than I
want this." They both stood and Harry quietly retrieved his
invisibility cloak. While she waited, Ginny felt butterflies at what
was going to happen soon. If Ron ever found out about this, he would
have a nervous breakdown. Poor bloke.
They
walked in silence to the Room of Requirements, and when they entered
it was a beautiful bedroom. In the middle of the room was a large
bed, and along one wall was a large fireplace with an already-burning
fire.
Harry pulled
off the cloak and locked the door. Ginny nervously made her way over
to the bed and crawled onto it. Harry walked to the other side and
sat on the bed, facing her. "Last chance, Gin."
But
Ginny shook her head, "Harry, I love you. I am the luckiest girl in
the world right now, because I have your love and your heart."
Harry smiled at her and pulled her closer, his lips meeting hers in a
fiery kiss.
Ginny
struggled to breathe properly as she once again became aware of her
surroundings. That night had been full of passion, love, and real
magic.Some days, missing you is
overwhelming
When it hits me you're not
coming back
And in my darkest hours, I
have wondered
Was it worth it for the time
we had?
Ginny refused to believe it was all over. The love she and Harry shared was genuine. What Harry had with Cho – Ginny's blood boiled slightly as she thought about that heart-breaking time – and what Ginny had with Dean had been absolute rubbish compared to what Harry and Ginny shared. They had each given every ounce of their soul to the other, and Ginny felt some cosmic connection to Harry.
Loving Harry for all her life had definitely not been an easy task. When Harry didn't ask her to the Yule Ball, she had felt lower than she ever had. She didn't regret going with Neville…she just wished it had been Harry that she spent the night dancing with. When Harry was dating Cho, Ginny had been at her worst. She had never been more jealous in her life, and she had never wanted to hex someone so badly. It was only through Hermione's wise explanations that Ginny had realized that Harry and Cho wouldn't last.
Thinking back on all the pain, Ginny wondered if it had been worth
it. Her heart had been broken so many times that she was starting to
fear it would permanently stay that way. If Harry wasn't in her
life, she wouldn't be in such a bad state. She wouldn't be
constantly worrying that the love of her life would be killed by his
mortal enemy; or be incredibly jealous whenever another girl –
except Hermione, of course – was near Harry; or be so hurt when he
broke it off all in a valiant effort to protect her. With a sigh,
Ginny admitted to herself that life would be one hell of a lot easier
without her feelings for Harry. Was it worth it to just forget about
what they had?My thoughts get kind of
scattered
But one thing I know is true
I
blessed the day that I found you
Could she forget about all the pain? Definitely. Could she forget
about all the other stuff? Definitely not. How could she possibly
forget the way he kissed her so passionately that she felt like she
would never be able to stand again? Could she forget the way he would
hold her close – especially the first night they slept together –
and whisper words of love in her ear? Could she forget the sensation
of a shiver when he caressed her cheek or held her hand? And most
importantly, could she forget the blatant honesty in his eyes when he
told her he loved her?
The stars we put in
place
The dreams we
didn't waste
The sorrows we embraced
The
world belonged to you and me
Tears began to form in her eyes as she realized that she couldn't –
and wouldn't – give up her love for Harry for anything in the
world. He was her everything, and she loved every minute of being
with him. If she hadn't met him that first day at the train
station, she knew she would feel as though she were missing a piece
of her soul.
The oceans that we
crossed, the innocence we lost
The
hurting at the end, I'd go there again
'Cause
it was beautiful... It was beautiful
Having come to a decision regarding Harry, Ginny stood and
strode back into Hogwarts, not caring that she was drenched to the
skin. She luckily avoided meeting Snape, Filch, and Peeves, and made
it quickly to the portrait hole. The Fat Lady took one look at Ginny
and let out a strangled shriek. "Dear me! What happened to
you?"
Ginny merely shrugged and smiled, "I got wet."
The Fat Lady lifted her eyebrows and coughed pointedly. "Indeed."
After Ginny said the password, the portrait swung forward and Ginny
drifted upstairs, a slight smile lingering on her lips.
The
rules we stepped aside
The fear that we
defied
The thrill of the ride
The
fire in our hearts that burned
After a hasty shower, Ginny changed and crawled into her bed. Even though it was still too early to sleep, she snuggled under her covers and smiled to herself. No matter what anyone said, Ginny knew she would always love Harry. He made her so much happier than she would ever be without him, and that alone was a tell-tale sign that they should be together. Ginny felt they could face any obstacles and overcome anything. Even though she seemed to get hurt time and time again, she was willing to go through it all again just to be with Harry.
The oceans that we crossed,
the innocence we lost
The
hurting at the end, I'd go there again
'Cause
it was beautiful... It was beautiful
She hugged a stuffed animal that Harry gave her, and whispered to the empty room, "I will wait for you Harry. I love you." Deep in her heart, she knew he heard her. Their love was that strong.
