A/N: Songfic to "Moving On," by Rascal Flatts. It's a country song, and one of my faves. And I just thought it fit. ^_^
Disclaimer: Song belongs to Rascal Flatts, characters belong to JKR. If you wish to archive this songfic, please ask me first. R&R please! ^_^
After a long, hard day, Ginny collapsed on the couch in her flat. That day had been Harry's engagement party, the day he had officially announced that he was going to marry Hermione. She could hardly believe it; after all, she had been in love with him ever since she first laid eyes on him, ten years ago.
She sighed and put a CD in her magical CD player she had gotten for Christmas, and let the tears flow as the music filled her ears.
I've dealt with my ghosts and I've faced all my demons;
Finally content with a past I regret.
I've found you find strength in your moments of weakness -
For once I'm at peace with myself.
I've been burdened with blame, trapped in the past for too long.
I'm moving on.
She had to move on; she had no choice. Harry was going to marry one of her closest friends and there was nothing she could do about it. She closed her eyes, going through the memories in her head…
I've lived in this place and I know all the faces;
Each one is different, but they're always the same.
They mean me no harm but it's time that I faced it:
They'll never allow me to change.
But I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong.
I'm moving on.
Her only option was to move on. She was twenty years old, and ignored life, waiting for Harry to come to her. She had never approached him, and now her chance was gone forever. It was time for her to start living.
I'm moving on, at last I can see
That life has been patiently waiting for me.
And I know there's no guarantee
But I'm not alone.
There comes a time in everyone's life
When all you can see are the years passing by,
And I have made up my mind that those days are gone.
It was time… time to leave her memories and love forever to live life, not for Harry Potter, but for Ginny Weasley.
I sold what I could, and packed what I couldn't,
Stopped to fill up on my way out of town.
I've loved like I should, but lived like I shouldn't.
I had to lose everything to find out.
Maybe forgiveness will find me somewhere down this road.
I'm moving on.
Someone stepped out of the fireplace and asked, "Ginny?"
I'm moving on.
"Are you alright? You seemed upset at the party for some reason…"
I'm moving on.
"Yes, Harry. I'm fine," she replied, with a genuine smile.