So Close...Yet So Far Away Author's Note: Greetings all. Yet another Harry/Ginny fic, but this time NOT A SONGFIC! (Yay. A little bird told me people hated my songs. :P ) Anyways, it's short. But sweet. Isn't that what I said on the last one? Anyways...anybody who's a REAL J.K.R. expert - tell me the meaning of a part of one character's name. And it's one of those things that you either know or you don't know. ;) Enjoy! (but not too much, this is supposed to be sad)

So close...yet so far away. That is how I always am with him...closer, closer, closer, and somehow the closer he gets the more I know that Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter are not to be, will never be, were never meant to be.

A week ago - Hermione sat sulking in the corner of the common room for a 49.8 out of 50 on her History of Magic essay. Harry caught my eye as I cautiously walked up to console her, and winked. So close.

Six days ago - Percy was "interrogating" Fred in the halls for my mischief - for a change - and as I sneaked by, Percy's quill in hand, Harry blocked me from Percy's view and surreptitiously took the quill to hand it off to Ron. So close.

Five days ago - Crookshanks was chasing Scabbers once more, all across the common room. George dived, missed; Ron leaped, and crashed into a sofa, where two sixth years were, er, well, doing something... Finally, I lunged forward at just the right moment, snatching Crookshanks up from Harry's feet. Blushing furiously (like a radish, probably), I lifted my head to meet his lovely grin. So close.

Four days ago - I sat, beating my feet on the stands, watching Harry swooping above the field at a Quidditch match, and screamed, "GOOO HARRY!!!" I got weird looks from my friends, but I was sure he looked at me and smiled, even from that far away. So close.

Three days ago - Stuffing myself with roast chicken at dinner, Ron teased me again about Tom Riddle and the Chamber of Secrets. Harry intervened, telling off his best friend, and I saw Ron, angry and surprised, look from him to me. So close.

Two days ago - I was admiring Harry's broom in the common room with Sarah Chipping and Mary Foster, and as I sighed with longing, he asked me when my birthday was. 'Why?' I responded, and he just grinned, winking at the same time. So close.

Yesterday - I was about to turn a corner when I heard two voices - my brother, Ron's, and Harry's. 'She's just my little sister, Harry, she'll get over it. It's little-girl love.' 'Yeah, I know,' my hero replied. 'But it's still annoying to have her following me all the time like Colin Creevey.' I didn't listen to anything else. I ducked into an empty classroom and cried for an hour - to hell with Astronomy. So far away.

Today - nothing has happened. As if I wanted it to, after what I discovered. What was this whole week for? Nothing. Nothing. Two days ago, I was so close. But now I'm far away. Will this continue forever?

So close, yet so far away. That is my life.