Reflection
A/N: This is a song fanfiction. H/G... I really don't like this pairing
but it's a little nice, as I can say. On with the story, this story is full of
angst but in the end, happy ending. Okay, Please review! POV of Ginny, if you
want to know.
Disclaimer: The two characters in this story aren't mine. They're J. K.
Rowling's, okay? And this song is from the movie, MULAN. Harry Potter's not
mine. Ginny Weasley's not mine. Reflection song's not mine. What I only own is
this computer, okay??
Look at me
You may
think you see
Who I
really am
But you'll
never know me
"G'night everyone!"
said Harry. It was 9pm and Harry waved us goodbye already. He walked out as he
shot Hermione and Ron a nice smile. Green... I always loved color green 'cause
they're Harry's eye's color. During my 1st year, everyone at
Hogwarts knew that I liked Harry. I tried to deny it. But they didn't really
believe me, until I acted like I really hate Harry. I looked at him like I
wanted him to melt. I changed the direction of my way whenever I see him about
to pass my way. And whenever I talked to Ron, and he joined the topic, I'll go
away and talk to other people I know.
Every day
It's as if
I play a part
Now I see
If I wear
a mask
I can fool
the world
But I
cannot fool my heart
But the
truth is, in my heart, I really liked him. I just cannot express it. Sometimes,
I want to be myself and join his nice smile patch up his nice look in the eyes.
I want to go to his every direction and be with him. And I want to talk to him
like best of friends. I really hate being teased by other people. Well, not
only that 'cause if I began to hear a rumor that Harry changed his mind about
liking Cho and someone will say that the rumor that Harry likes Hermione is not
true, I'm sure that I can already be myself. Myself, as in the real me who
likes Harry.
Who is
that girl I see
Staring
straight back at me?
When will
my reflection show
Who I am
inside?
There's
even a time when Harry joined me and Ron talking, I laughed at what he said.
But then, I remembered that I must be nasty to him, I added, "(Laughs) You're a
total jerk! I'm only talking to Ron. Why did you join us??" as I stood up and
walk away from the common room. I tried to have a quick glance at him. But all
I saw was someone looking down at the floor, not moving, looking sad, green
eyed boy. I just don't know who I am now. I think that I've created a monster
inside me.
I am now
In a world
where I
Have to
hide my heart
And what I
believe in
I ran into
the nearest comfort room in my place and cried there. I felt a needle that was
inserted into my heart slowly so that I will feel the pain. I want to speak to
whoever inserted the needle into my heart and tell him/her that his/her plan
was a success. I am really suffering. I really didn't want to tell him that. I
liked him. I liked him. I liked him. But I just can't express it. My first
laugh was the real me. It was really funny. But if I laughed at his joke, the
other students might tease me again that I liked him.
But
somehow
I will
show the world
What's
inside my heart
And be
loved for who I am
My only wish
is that I will have enough courage to tell him that I like him and to tell the
other students what's really my feeling for him. Now I'm alone. I'm always
alone, especially the times when I go to other places in this castle just to
stay away from the students, where Harry is. Sometimes I want to burst out my
feelings to the people and just be close to them. I hate being alone. I hate
that word. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.
Alone. Stop It!!!!!!!
Who is
that girl I see
Staring
straight back at me?
Why is my
reflection
Someone I
don't know?
Must I
pretend that I'm
Someone
else for all time?
When will
my reflection show
Who I am
inside?
What I
want to do is be myself. Myself. Myself. Myself. Myself. What's the word?? I
don't know that. And if I do, I don't know the meaning. I haven't experience it
yet. Is it a verb? Adjective? Noun? What?? Please Lord!!! Give me a friend that
will tell me what to do. Give me a friend that will make me happy when I'm
said. A friend that will be here beside me to be with me and make me feel not
alone. But I will never have those for a friend will never be there for me
unless the real Ginny Weasley is there. The real Ginny Weasley. The one who has
a shy personality like when she's still 1st year. But how will I do
that??? I'll wait for the stars to fall down??? A tear rolled down from my
eyes. Tears. Tears. Tears. They're old to me. They'll pop into my world
whenever I'm alone. Every night. Every night in the common room. They're the
one who make me feel not alone. They're my friends. Are they??
There's a
heart that must be
Free to
fly
That burns
with a need to know
The reason
why
Then,
there came many tears. There came many friends. Friends. I decided to say my
deepest feelings to my friends. "You know my best friend, tear? I always hurt
Harry. But he did hurt me first. He got Hermione. Then, he got Cho. He's a
playboy. So I didn't get a chance to tell him what I really feel. So if he's
here, I'll tell him these exact words. ::: Harry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for
everything I did. The truth is that what you see is not Ginny Weasley. They're
just a reflection of me but a bad reflection. 'Cause the real me is the one who
likes you. I like you. I wish you'll still accept my love even though, I became
very nasty to you ::: Well friends, I already practiced that many times. In
fact, I already memorized it" Then suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I
gasped. I didn't want to look so I covered my face with my hands.
Why must
we all conceal
What we
think, how we feel?
Must there
be a secret me
I'm forced
to hide?
I won't
pretend that I'm
Someone
else for all time
When will
my reflection show
Who I am
inside?
When will
my reflection show
Who I am
inside?
I felt a warm
blanket on my shoulder. And now, I really want to know who the person is. I
lifted my head up and opened my eyes. I saw the person that I'm not expecting
to meet. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry Potter. I didn't know
what to do. I didn't have enough strength to walk away from him and go to my
dormitory. All I did was hug him tightly. And I said, "Harry, I'm sorry. I'm
sorry for everything I did. The truth is that what you see is not Ginny
Weasley. They're just a reflection of me but a bad reflection. 'Cause the real
me is the one who likes you. I like you. I wish you'll still accept my love
even though, I became very nasty to you," I said that very fast. He hugged me,
tightly. Then he said, "I know! I know! I heard that a while ago," "How long
have you been in here?" I asked. "Since the time when you started sobbing and
the first tear dropped from your eyes. I love you too," he answered. After a
few minutes and after making out, he held my hand and walked with me to my own
dormitory.
Author's
Notes:
I didn't
make them kiss 'cause if they were only 13-15 years old, it's yucky to describe
them kissing.
Ewwww! But
well, please make some reviews. I tell you, it won't take you long 'cause it's
just there.
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