Ginny had seen the real Harry three times before she dated him. Maybe that was why he had always been the guy for her. While the other girls in her dorm had talked about dating around, and loving so many people, and never knowing who the right one would be, Ginny had always known it was Harry.
He was Her One.
Never The One, of course, because that would imply he could be anyone's, and nothing could be farther from the truth. He was hers, and she was his, and that was all there was to it.
She had known that from the very beginning, when she had first seen him. His eyes had been too big for his face, and his clothes had hung off his body in a decidedly unattractive way, and yet her attention had been caught on him even before she knew who he was.
She remembered going home with Mum, and telling her that one day she would marry Harry. When her mother had asked, "Harry who?" her response had been simple: "My Harry."
Of course, her mum had just laughed, but Ginny had always known.
That had been the first time she saw him.
The second time was in her first year, almost two years after she first saw him. Except for his being a little taller and with more weight on his bones, he had looked exactly the same.
Still beautiful to her.
His voice had been the last thing she had heard before she fell into Tom's pit, in her mind, anyway. She knew that it hadn't actually been him who had spoken to her. He had told her to hold on, to be patient with him, and that he was still growing. She had forgiven him.
His face had been the first thing she had seen when she awoke down in the Chamber. The light in his eyes, not extinguished by fighting the monster she had commanded, had been warm and happy.
Ginny hadn't given it a second thought before she was jumping into his arms, and crying. The fear that she would be expelled had gotten rid of even her embarrassment over hugging her long-time crush.
Harry's fumbling words had reassured her that everything would be alright. She could tell that even though he was uncomfortable, he would stick it out.
The years had passed.
Ginny had grown into her own, becoming the woman she had always been destined to be. Boys had come and gone, but she had always kept an eye on Harry (and Ron and Hermione by default, of course).
At first she had told herself that she was just waiting for him to come to his senses and ask her out, but it quickly became evident that he had no feelings for her except as 'Ron's Little Sister'.
Ginny soon learned that it hurt less if she didn't watch him, didn't see him moon after Cho, didn't love him. The last was harder to stop than it should have been, but by the end of her fourth year, she had succeeded.
Then she had gone to the Department of Ministries to rescues Sirius and it had all come rushing back.
That had been when she had seen him the third time.
Ginny had found him sitting on the wide walls of the Astronomy Tower, just looking over the grounds. Harry hadn't looked around at her approach, and she had taken her cues from him, settling herself next to him, and keeping the mouth that traitorously wanted to babble about anything and everything shut.
When she had first found him it had been early afternoon—not long after he had left the Hospital Wing and gone to Hagrid's. She had watched him from a window in the infirmary, had seen him lope gracefully through the grounds to the groundskeeper-turned-Professor's hut, had seen him leave not fifteen minutes after. Ginny had carefully tracked where he had gone in the castle, then, making her excuses, had come to find him. She knew he would want company, but also knew that he would never admit it.
That had been four hours ago, and he still hadn't spoken. Twilight was almost upon them when she finally glanced at him for the second time she had arrived, and she was only barely surprised when she saw the tell-tale tear tracks and the welling eyes.
She knew that, had it been her who had lost someone like Sirius, she would have been ranting and raving, like Harry had all that year after Cedric died.
But Harry, in true Harry fashion, had surpassed her expectations, and was still.
"You can talk to me, if you want." She told him evenly, not expecting an answer.
Thus, she was surprised when, several hours later, after the stars had begun to bashfully begin their part in the dance of the night, Harry turned to her, pulled her into a hug, and began to speak, saying everything she knew he would never say again.
Harry wasn't really hers. He wasn't really anyone's—not the world's, not the Weasley's, not even Dumbledore's. The only person he belonged to was himself.
Ginny knew she was blessed beyond words that he had chosen her, simple Ginny Weasley, to share himself, his very essence, with.
And so, taking a deep breath, she lifted the shimmering veil over her head, grabbed her father's arm, and walked towards the future.
So....heh. I kind of forgot I hadn't posted this one... Oops. o_O Ah well...I hope it made up for it. I'm not really sure who will be next. I know I said Hermione, but I'm not really feeling her right now....please let me know what you think. In a review. Which, yes, does actually require you to leave one.
Jayme
