"When you take me to your work parties, and introduce me as 'My Wife," and brush me off, I will not be hurt."
Perhaps this is why I get so upset. That you make me stay with you, you know I don't love you, and you don't love me. Maybe a little, but not enough.
"Hello Mr Sherrin! Yes, I am doing extremely well. I have hardly anything to do, all the death eaters are dead, and I still get a brilliant pay! Oh she's my wife, Ginevra. Did you here about the new training program?"
Brushed aside, and if anyone asks…
"Ginevra is beautiful isn't she? She and I fell hopelessly in love a few years ago. She's a doll. Ginevra, go have a champagne with Guen. Ahh, Mr. Fillnuy! I didn't see you here. How are you?"
Brushed aside, forever. Never recognized.
Always Harry Potter the great, The Boy Who Conquered, The Beacon of hope's wife. Never, "Ginny, I haven't seen you in so long! How are you?"
Just, "Oh, you're Harry Potter's wife. Is it true that Harry Potter actually died?!"
Never remembered for who I am, always for someone I never wanted to be.
"Ginny Potter, why are you crying? Is Harry Potter a bad husband? Is he beating you?" I can't agree, I can't go along with it. I'm hopeless.
"No, it's just PMS."
Hopeless. I don't love him, and I'm defending him… maybe I am the bad wife?
Woahh this was a hard one! Much harder than I thought… It kind of goes off track half way… I don't know. I didn't like this one as much.
Anyway I hope you like it
ranDUMM .