Disclaimer: I do not own Ginny or Draco. I do however own the poem below. No, you may not use it.
Ginny let out a sigh as she sat down under the old willow tree. Two and a half years it had been since she moved to America to continue her schooling, but it seemed longer. Much longer. In those two years, she never really made any new friends, she instead found herself immersed in her studies. The only contact she had with the 'outside world' had sometimes been through her family, but mostly through Draco. A small tear seeped from her eye, and she swiped it away. She had told herself thousands of times that 'it would not due to cry.' No matter how much she wanted to. Picking up her quill and her journal, she began to write.
The future stretched before me
As I walk into a new world
With new places for me to see.
And new paths that are unfurled.
There to here and back I see a bend in the road
As long distance will prove to be hard and heavy load
Step by step I slowly turn
To see the past light my way
As my memories burn.
Day and night, night and day
To the future, I plant my feet
Onto the less traveled path
Away from the heat
Towards emotional wrath
Day by day, week by week
Anger slowly melts away
to depression, cold and bleak
Smile on my face, tears at bay
There to here and back I see a bend in the road
As long distance will prove to be hard and heavy load
Another tear escaped and she angrily swiped at it. The pain in her wanted to be unleashed. She knew that she should just let go and embrace it, but for some reason she held onto it with a vice like grip. She knew that she should be happy. Everyone else was happy for her. After all, she was graduating in only two months. For a moment, she had been happy, and then she got Draco's letter.
Ginny,
I got the job that I told you about! It's going to be great! Can you imagine, I'm going to be apart of a dig that will go down in archeological history! There's only one thing I don't like about it though. I'll have to be away from you for a couple of years. I'll not get to see you graduate, or celebrate our anniversaries, or go stargazing with you. But I have to do this. You are the only reason I would stay. But I can't. If I end up staying, and don't follow my dreams my feelings of 'what if' could turn into resentment, and I don't ever want to resent you. Ever. Please understand. I'll be waiting for your owl.
Love, Draco
Ginny bit her lower lip to keep it from quivering and placed the quill to the journal again.
Then I see the end in sight
A day that I'll come home
Yet a shadow crowds my light
For when I return I'll be alone
Once again I'll bare the heat
in a town which grew over night
dehydrated I'll walk a street
And marvel at the sight
A roof will be placed over my head
I'll have my family and friends
And I'll lounge on a comfy bed
Reading the letters that he sends
And then each day I will wake and say
With a smile like before
"I'm waiting for that blessed day
when he comes knocking at my door"
There to here and back I see a bend in the road
When long distance will never again be hard and heavy load
Ginny Weasley, September 2004
Closing her journal, she leaned against the tree and stared off into the distance. The future.
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