Love
"I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people."
Ginny knew the way she looked at the world was different. It wasn't her fault – she had always been this way. She didn't know anything else, didn't think she could, and well, even if she did… well, she didn't think she would want to change a single thing.
Being with Neville was exhilarating, yes. It was romance stolen in the middle of a war, something they knew would be used against them should it brought to the light, and the thrill of that danger was amazing, but it wasn't everything.
Being with Neville was also safe. He made her feel like she belonged, like she could be anything. She felt free around him, like she could fly off at any moment, always going higher and higher until she reached the stars.
There were times when they were together, just the two of them, where her breath caught in her chest, where it felt like her chest would burst wide open, spilling out a heart that beat too fast to stay caged. Moments where she couldn't breathe and thought she might rather die than to let go of this feeling.
Of course, that didn't only happen with Neville.
She had always felt like this – intense bursts of something that took her breath away, happiness so strong she felt like she could smile for days, sadness so deep she thought she might drown in it one day, fear so overpowering moving was a struggle.
But love – love was her favorite high, and being with Neville was the best love she had had so far.