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Almost Paradise
11:37 PM
Every night I cry my eyes dry for the man I love. My heart aches for his smile, his laugh, his kiss, his touch. After years of dreaming of our perfect wedding, beautiful children, and our white-picket fence house, all I want to do is forget. My soul has become a hollow shell that is bitter and angry. I've given up hope of him returning to me. It's been years since Harry Potter has destroyed Voldemort, years since he promised to come back to me when the war was over. I no longer wait for the Boy-Who-Lived to arrive at the Burrow and beg for my forgiveness; to beg for my love again. I just don't care anymore.
6:56 AM
I wake up to a voice telling me to get out of bed. When I open my eyes I see my mum.
"Ginny, dear, you need to get out of bed."
Rolling over, I close my eyes and attempt to go back to sleep. I feel a small, chubby hand shaking my shoulder.
"Ginny, Harry's here. He came back."
My body tenses, goosebumps running down my spine.
Slowly I speak, "Does... does everyone know?"
"He's been staying with Ronald and Hermione for a few days. He came to see everyone today."
Glancing at my clock, it reads, "Time to wake up." I check my wristwatch, I have only an hour to get ready for work. I shove the sheets off my body and stumble towards the bathroom. In the distance I hear, "Ginny, please see Harry. It might bring some closure." I pretend not to hear and turn the shower faucet. Twenty minutes later I emerge in my bedroom, wet and naked, and look for something to wear to work. I pull on black pinstripe pants, a white blouse, and the matching pinstripe vest. I slip on my black Converses and grab my messenger bag. Shaking my wet hair, I walk down the stairs. Upon reaching the kitchen I see everyone is eating at the table talking excitedly to Harry.
I hear pleasantries like, "Harry, dear, how are you?" and "What have you been doing?"
Turning away from the conversation, I grab a glass from the cabinent and magically fill it with orange juice. I swallow it in one gulp and put it on the counter. For a moment I want to believe I've gone deaf, but, to my dismay, everyone has finally noticed my presence. Slowly I turn around to find every pair of eyes on me. Like always, mum speaks first, "Ginny why don't you say hello to Harry?"
Rolling my eyes I reply, "Sure mum. Hello Harry."
With my insensitive tone of voice, Harry winces. Poor Harry had his feelings hurt. Oh well, everyone will tend to him. Smiling sweetly to mum I add, "I'm going to be late for work. I'm leaving now."
Before I could push open the door to escape the kitchen someone is holding my wrist. Tightly, I might add. Spinning around to glare at whomever is holding on to me, I'm not suprised to see Harry. Putting as much malice into my voice I whisper, "Let Go Potter."
Gripping my wrist tighter he responds, "No."
A loud Smack! is heard throughout the kitchen. There are collective gasps. While Harry is nursing his red cheek, I can't help but feel satisfied.
Smiling smugly I retort, "If you touch me again I can promise the next time will be worse."
Striding out of the house, I stop at the front yard. With a soft Pop! I'm gone.
I know the title doesn't match with the story, but I thought of the plot while listening to the song. (Almost Paradise - Mike Reno and Anne Wilson) Anyways, what do you think? Review?
