Ginny's Song

By jezebel

dracos_gryffindor_princess@yahoo.com

 Disclaimer: I don't own the song; it belongs to Tim Burton and the movie Nightmare Before Christmas.

Reviews: Yes, please

A/N: This is my first ever songfic. So if it sucks please tell me. But if I get positive feedback I might make this into a Nightmare Before Christmas series or do other songfics. Enjoy the warped ideas of my mind. J Oh, and this is in Ginny's POV. And kinda doesn't have a plot.

The lyrics are in italics.

            It was after the Tri-Wizard Tournament. I watched as his mood sunk deeper into guilt and despair. I myself felt numb. With Cedric dying and Voldemort's return, well. No one wants to celebrate.

I sense there's something in the wind

That feels like tragedies at hand

            He's at the Burrow now. Ron and Hermione are always there, making sure he's okay. Just once I'd like to get him alone, to tell him it's okay and that I'd always be there. But every time I try, there's always something stopping me. Maybe it's fate.

And though I'd like to stand by him

Can't shake this feeling that I have

            The attacks are more frequent now. The tension is everywhere. Something's coming, and no matter how hard they try to protect me from it, I know.

The worst is just around the bend

            He's either really dumb, or he chooses to ignore me. Either way it still hurts. And I know there's a war going on, but could it hurt to acknowledge me?

And does he notice

My feelings for him

And will he see

How much he means to me

            I've decided he's not worth it. No, he is. But it hurts too much to be ignored. And every time I try to tell him how I fell well…..

I think it's not to be

            It's over. We won. He defeated Tom. But what happens now? What's next?

What will become of my dear friend?

Where will his actions lead us then?

            They're celebrating. Parties are everywhere. You can't go anywhere without hearing the noise. But I can't celebrate, for evil might be gone, but heartbreak lingers.

Although I'd like to join the crowd

In their enthusiastic cloud

             I tied to get over him. I really did. But every time I see his face….

Try as I may, it doesn't last

            I've thought about it. Long and hard. It's been years, but I can't bring myself to the truth, but I've gotten this far and I'm not dumb.

And will we ever

End up together

No I think not

It's never to become…

He's getting married

For I am not

The one.

Fin