Story title: Harry and Ginny: A love story in 100 drabbles

Part 1/100

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082. Fan.

She'd been the President of the 'Harry Potter Fan Club'. And not only metaphorically speaking, no; she was talking about the real source of embarrassment here, complete with secret meetings, singing valentines, and even undisclosed photos she'll deny she's ever seen if anyone finds out. Secret photos taken with a Muggle camera because she'd found out that in those photos he wasn't moving; he was standing still for her to contemplate.

But, of course, she'd put that behind her. She'd grown up, and once she wasn't little Ginny Weasley anymore the meetings stopped, the members carried on with their lives, and she was left with a stack of pictures she shouldn't want anymore.

For a brief period of time she'd contemplated burning them. It was just the thing to do to prove, if only to herself, that she was indeed over him, that she was an independent, young woman, free of the ghost of Harry Potter.

But then, there he was, in her head, sword in hand, rescuing her from the monster, just as he'd appeared that day in the Chamber of Secrets, and the trembling in her hands was enough to understand that she could get over him, but she could never completely get him out of her heart.

So the pictures lay, in a brown, musty envelope in the bottom of her trunk. But they stayed, and so did he.

To be continued ...

A/N: I've got a big table of prompts, and I intend to finish this. God only knows I promise to write at least two or three a week, and I've got a few already finished, so you'll get one drabble a day for the first week or so. After I'm doing with my prompts, if you guys still want me to go on, I'll even take suggestions. And, what the heck, if I like the suggestion more than the prompts, you might get it right way, so suggest away!