Don't own HP. Just a little drabble I wrote while watching the extended (or geekstended, depending on how you feel about the whole fandom) edition of the Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. Yeah, twisted, I know. Don't forget to R&R, makes me feel happy (reviews ARE my crack and life blood, after all). Ginny's thoughts after the breakup with Harry, so it may be a bit rambly.
.x. All Our Words .x.
All our words were bound to fail. When it all boiled down into one concentrated reality, it was futile to believe that something could really happen between us. We would get together and we would hold hands and we would kiss…but we both knew from the beginning about the dark and stormy cloud that hung overhead whenever we were together. And, even if I hadn't already come to accept that we wouldn't last, there were always the painful reminders—the way the word "the future" was always carefully stepped around, the look in your eyes whenever your scar prickled, the way I could tell you saw me lying in the Chamber of Secrets in your mind's eye when you looked at me. Simply put, there was no hope for me.
The hero is supposed to always get the girl, but Harry is an exception. Harry is too noble to risk me putting myself in danger, as if I don't already. My brother, his best mate, and my best friend are fighting alongside him; my parents are in the Order…whom does he think he's kidding if he believes I'm not in danger? Nevertheless, I would never be able to convince him. Most heroes get the girl in the end, but not this one. He's too much of a noble, charming, and reluctant savior to risk my life. No, not charming—I can't think of him like that anymore. After the funeral, I'm back to being what I have been all along—his best friend's sister, that weird girl who would squeak whenever he entered the room…and the girl who would always love him.
It was silly of me to hope that Harry would break tradition—after all, when has he ever done things the normal way? But maybe there's some potential in this contemporary style of heroism. After all, he may not be willing sweep me off my feet to save me from a fire breathing dragon, but we could always switch things up. Maybe, once he's done saving the world, I can save him.