AN: A very short one-shot that takes place a year after the final battle with Voldemort. Not my characters, as ever.
We don't have a conventional relationship, but that's ok. There isn't enough left of my heart to love anyone, but he has what little there is.
It's been a year since the Battle of Hogwarts, the end of the war, the death of Voldemort, whatever you want to call it. A year since all those people I cared about were killed. A year of holding together what's left of the family, pretending I'm stronger than I really am, not letting them see that I'm falling apart inside.
No-one else knows, apart from me and him. For some reason, he's the only one I feel secure enough around to let it all out. I always end up in tears, every time we're together, and he holds me and tells me everything will be alright. But that won't bring the dead back, will it? I scream and shout and cry, but only with him. Once I broke a mirror because I hurled a book across the room without looking first. I've trashed rooms in his house because I can't control my magic properly when I get upset. He doesn't mind – or at least he tells me he doesn't.
Harry asked me to marry him last week, and I accepted, but it's not what I want. It is, however, what everyone else wants and expects, so that's why I said yes. Getting married will mean the end of my visits to the one man who is and always will be forbidden to me in the eyes of my family. Who else would that be but Draco Malfoy, of course?
AN: I never could see Ginny being happy with Harry, which is partly why I ended up writing this. Reviews are always appreciated.