A/N: Hi there! It's me again :D This is the second chapter of 'As Long As You Say Goodbye', and to be honest, it was only when someone PMed me saying "oh, you know, blah blah blah, the title sounds a lot like that Justin Bieber song" and I was just like, OMG HOW. I mean, I love the Biebs, he's amazing, I honestly 3 him, but I didn't even mean to do that. It was totally unintentional :3 Anyway, this one is a break-up kind of goodbye, so I hope you like it…
Disclaimer: I didn't do this for the first one (I think) so here goes… I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.
Kay? :3
This time, I had prompts, because I was stuck. But I chose the couple, don't worry. So here are my prompts: Hourglass, sunrise, dandelions, precision, ray. And yes, I may or may not have just copied&pasted that in, which is why it's extremely large compared to the rest, but it wasn't until I saw the 'dandelions' that I thought "oh! Idea forming!" but not everything is set out yet… But then again, it usually isn't when I write. Actually, it never is.
Well, I've just realised that, at over 200 words, this could probably become a novel, so I bid you farewell as we start this one-shot :D
ENJOY!
"I just don't think we're working."
As soon as those awful words escaped his mouth, Ginny tried to remember when she first knew it was going to happen.
Was it on their first date, when she had surprised him with a picnic basket and the promise of a day in the park? She remembered the sway of the dandelions as the cool breeze hit their arms, and his boyish smirk that she had thought was so cool at the time. They didn't do much talking about her, really, as it mostly about him and whatever adventure he was up to this time.
But then, no, it wasn't then, because she had still been charmed by his mysterious ways and his great snogging ability.
So maybe it was their third date, when all he wanted to do was kiss? Ginny knew that he was a teenage boy with hormones, and she tried to fulfil his needs the best she could; but she was still younger than him, and he just didn't realise that. So his wandering hands had to be sat on, and she had sat there, resistant to all his begging. She'd remembered that a lot, because it was a time when she was still defiant; it wasn't something she did much nowadays.
Oh! Her sixth date, though, when he had finally been bothered to ask her on a date (instead of the other way around!) and he'd taken her to a remote beach where the sand was white and the sky looked tropical and summery. They had sat there, relaxing and basking in the rays of the light that appeared from the looming sunrise, but they didn't do much talking - or even snogging, if she thought about it hard enough.
But he hadn't seemed at all distant, if maybe a little more withdrawn than usual; Ginny had just thought that well, everyone had their secrets, right? She had hers, certainly; the little 'fling' with Dean that she had told no one about, the incident with the Amortentia when she had smelt something that was not anything like Harry – but then who didn't have a few secrets now and then?
So it must have been when they spent that afternoon in the library, or at least that's what Ginny had decided. She thought that the way even the seconds seemed to drip by slowly, as if someone was playing with an hourglass and had added an unlimited supply of sand into the fragile glass container.
Because that's what time was, really. Fragile glass. And that's why they weren't compatible; Ginny wanted a committed relationship, and Harry couldn't give her that. At any moment, he could die in his fight for dominance with Voldemort, and they both knew that Ginny couldn't handle the loss of a beloved.
So it wasn't either of their faults, really… It was simply the way it was meant to be. So when he said to her, "I just don't think we're working." She replied with:
"Goodbye."
It was short, it was sweet, it was simple; just like everything they had ever shared.
So it was fine.
"Goodbye." He had uttered back.
And then they both walked away.