Everything That Remains Unspoken

A/N: Internship more time for me to write fan fiction! So here you are, lovelies; I offer you this short Harry/Ginny one-shot for your reading pleasure. And if you do decide to read this, please review! Thanks.

Mum's waving to me as the train pulls out of the station, away from everywhere I want to be. Just behind her I can see Harry, his head temporarily peeking out from under his Invisibility Cloak to offer me a parting smile. I know what he means by it – don't take it as a goodbye, Ginny; this isn't the end. And maybe for him, it's not the end, it's not forever. But for me, it's forever and so much more.

He hadn't spoken more than two words to me all summer before today. And that's only because I had to leave and go back to Hogwarts against my wishes. He'd felt guilty, I expect, so he took me aside and assured me that everything would be fine, that he'd be all right. I wish he wouldn't make promises he can't keep.

He'd begged me to understand, not verbally, but with his eyes. They were pleading with me to understand what he was doing, to accept what he was setting out to accomplish. He was silently communicating a million different words to me, apologetic and pleading, allowing his eyes to say the words he couldn't bring himself to speak aloud. And as much as I'd wanted to tell him that I didn't understand, that I wouldn't understand, I couldn't because he's Harry and I'll always stand by him, even in times when I wish I wouldn't.

And now the scarlet train is leaving the station, pulling me away from everything I'd never wanted to leave behind. "You've got to go back, Ginny," Hermione had said to me before I'd left, her face strained and serious. "For Harry," she'd added after noticing the look of indignation splashed across my face, cheeks tinged pink and eyes blazing. And I almost hated in her that moment for using my one weakness against me, for forcing me back into a life that didn't feel complete without him in it.

Mum's slowly shrinking away from me, her vivid red hair fading into the crowd around her. And that's when I feel my chest tightening and my throat constricting – I almost want to cry, except I know I won't because I can't, not anymore. But sometimes I wish I could, because maybe then I'd feel something instead of nothing at all.

And still, his eyes catch mine again just before he disappears into the crowd, and somehow I know it's the last time I'll ever see them so beautiful and so vivid. So I press my hand against the window, my breath fogging the cool surface, and I mouth the words I've wanted to say for so long. And even though he can't say them back, his eyes let me know everything that remains unspoken between us.