a/n: I'm back!!! After about two months after I've posted Chapter five, here's chapter six! Sorry for making everyone wait, and it wasn't cause I was busy or had so many things to do, it was because I really had no idea what to write for chapter six! But, I do now, so here it goes! Okay, I know I said that Chapter six would be the last chapter, but I was hit with this idea, and I HAD to do it. Disclaimer at bottom. Ginny's point of view. Flashbacks are in **
This chapter is dedicated to Rory, for without her, it probably never would have been written. I
had no inspiration, but when she wrote me, it made me feel like the most loved person…EVER!! And to
Oracle, my fantabulas beta reader! J Thanks again!
I can't hide
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here with me
-Dido
'Here With Me'
He's gone. He's really gone. He's not gone. He can't be. We were supposed get married with or without or parents blessing. If they didn't like it we would just run away and never see them again. With anyone else I would never had gotten married without my parent's consent. I would never even think of it. It just wasn't an option. It was different with Draco, though. I felt as though if my parents didn't like him, then I didn't like my parents. He was all that mattered. If he was happy, than so was I. Nothing else mattered. I couldn't care less what anyone else thought or said. As long as we were together, the world was perfect.
But now, we're separated. He's gone and I will never see him again. Memories aren't enough, I want him. I don't care whether that sounds selfish or not. I want him. I just don't feel the will to live anymore
I'm starting to go through (what seems like) withdrawal systems without him. I'm vomiting, violently. Every morning. I'm very late, but that's probably from mal-nutrition, I haven't eaten anything since I found out. But the weird thing is, I seem to be gaining weight. Maybe my body's retaining water.
I wish I could go back to then; when a late period and gaining weight was all that worried me.
Do you ever wish you could be a kid again? When your only problem was that the little boy across the street would call you names? Back when you were a kid and you knew everything. When crying was only a thing you did when you fell down and skinned your knees. When life was easy, and the only thing you desperately wanted was that new doll at the toy store.
For my whole life I've always thought suicide was the stupidest thing you could ever do. That things could never get so bad that that was the only way out. But it's just something that comes over you, something that you can't control. It's like you're possessed.
My mother's insisting on taking me to the doctor. She doesn't really believe that I was in love with him, therefore should not be going through such a grieving process.
Now just because I loved Draco doesn't mean we were the perfect couple. We fought, like all couples do. But never in a fight for a second did it cross either of our minds that we shouldn't be together. It was just so right.
Well, my parents may believe that I'm some virginal- wearing white to my wedding- innocent little angel. Far from it.
With Draco, we were either intensely passionate, or cute and simple. I loved both equally. Both were equally fun.
I'm age sixteen in the nineties, not in the fifteenth century.
After someone dies, you forget all the bad times; you only remember the good. Usually in a good romance novel, the two main characters that are destined to be together sleep with each other just once before one of the lovers is killed or disappears. Well, it really just wasn't one time with us; it was quite a few actually.
But now I'm getting off topic and if I continue in this manner I will be considered some sex-crazed teenager.
He was just so caring. He did all in his power to take care of me and make me happy.
He held me while I cried.
He managed to still love me in during my bitchy PMS times.
He held my hair back while I threw up.
He got me into bed when I had too much to drink.
He would become furious at anyone who made me the tiniest bit upset.
He loved me at my worst, not matter how horrible I acted or looked, he was always there holding me. Making me wonder how I ever survived without him.
I can't imagine anyone making me feel as special as he did.
As important.
As loved.
As adored.
As cared for.
Everyday I pray that I made him feel the way he made me feel.
Being together was just so simple; there wasn't a chance that we were a mistake. We were too perfect together.
* We were both at the ball at Hogwarts. We wanted more than anything to go together, but we were still hiding 'us'. So neither one of us went with anyone. I was sitting at a table across the room from where we were sitting. He kept making eye contact with me and pulling funny faces. My brother was next to me and he kept asking me what I was laughing at. We kept trying to talk to each other by mouthing words, and laughing when we couldn't figure out what each other was saying.
He was trying to tell me something, and I couldn't figure it out. I was trying to suppress laughter, when I watched him get up and walk towards the doorway. He signaled for me to follow him. I excused myself and walked gracefully out the door in my short and low-cut dress of red velvet. I walked out the double doors and looked both ways for him and couldn't find him. I chose the left passage, wandering down. While walking past a storage room, I felt arms wrap around my waist and pull me into the closest. I was startled at first, but then giggled when I saw who it was.
"You know," I said, "one of these days you're going to do that and get something much less enjoyable than a kiss from me."
"So, I get a kiss?" he asked, already knowing the answer. I kissed him, light and sweet.
"I don't want to go back." I whined.
"Stay here." He answered. I leaned back against him, straining my ears to hear some of the faint music from the Great Hall.
Perfect, just staying here. Forever. *
It's over, all over. Whatever comes of me, it'll always be him, in the back of my mind, keeping me alive.
d/c- Ginny, Draco, Ron, Molly, all the Weasly's and HP characters, Hogwarts and all places mentioned at Hogwarts, belong to JKR. The Song 'Here With Me' belongs to Dido.
a/n2: I know, it's short, but damn writers block! And if you know whats gonna happen, DON'T SAY IN REVIEWS PLEASE!!
This chapter is dedicated to Rory, for without her, it probably never would have been written. I
had no inspiration, but when she wrote me, it made me feel like the most loved person…EVER!! And to
Oracle, my fantabulas beta reader! J Thanks again!
I can't hide
I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here with me
-Dido
'Here With Me'
He's gone. He's really gone. He's not gone. He can't be. We were supposed get married with or without or parents blessing. If they didn't like it we would just run away and never see them again. With anyone else I would never had gotten married without my parent's consent. I would never even think of it. It just wasn't an option. It was different with Draco, though. I felt as though if my parents didn't like him, then I didn't like my parents. He was all that mattered. If he was happy, than so was I. Nothing else mattered. I couldn't care less what anyone else thought or said. As long as we were together, the world was perfect.
But now, we're separated. He's gone and I will never see him again. Memories aren't enough, I want him. I don't care whether that sounds selfish or not. I want him. I just don't feel the will to live anymore
I'm starting to go through (what seems like) withdrawal systems without him. I'm vomiting, violently. Every morning. I'm very late, but that's probably from mal-nutrition, I haven't eaten anything since I found out. But the weird thing is, I seem to be gaining weight. Maybe my body's retaining water.
I wish I could go back to then; when a late period and gaining weight was all that worried me.
Do you ever wish you could be a kid again? When your only problem was that the little boy across the street would call you names? Back when you were a kid and you knew everything. When crying was only a thing you did when you fell down and skinned your knees. When life was easy, and the only thing you desperately wanted was that new doll at the toy store.
For my whole life I've always thought suicide was the stupidest thing you could ever do. That things could never get so bad that that was the only way out. But it's just something that comes over you, something that you can't control. It's like you're possessed.
My mother's insisting on taking me to the doctor. She doesn't really believe that I was in love with him, therefore should not be going through such a grieving process.
Now just because I loved Draco doesn't mean we were the perfect couple. We fought, like all couples do. But never in a fight for a second did it cross either of our minds that we shouldn't be together. It was just so right.
Well, my parents may believe that I'm some virginal- wearing white to my wedding- innocent little angel. Far from it.
With Draco, we were either intensely passionate, or cute and simple. I loved both equally. Both were equally fun.
I'm age sixteen in the nineties, not in the fifteenth century.
After someone dies, you forget all the bad times; you only remember the good. Usually in a good romance novel, the two main characters that are destined to be together sleep with each other just once before one of the lovers is killed or disappears. Well, it really just wasn't one time with us; it was quite a few actually.
But now I'm getting off topic and if I continue in this manner I will be considered some sex-crazed teenager.
He was just so caring. He did all in his power to take care of me and make me happy.
He held me while I cried.
He managed to still love me in during my bitchy PMS times.
He held my hair back while I threw up.
He got me into bed when I had too much to drink.
He would become furious at anyone who made me the tiniest bit upset.
He loved me at my worst, not matter how horrible I acted or looked, he was always there holding me. Making me wonder how I ever survived without him.
I can't imagine anyone making me feel as special as he did.
As important.
As loved.
As adored.
As cared for.
Everyday I pray that I made him feel the way he made me feel.
Being together was just so simple; there wasn't a chance that we were a mistake. We were too perfect together.
* We were both at the ball at Hogwarts. We wanted more than anything to go together, but we were still hiding 'us'. So neither one of us went with anyone. I was sitting at a table across the room from where we were sitting. He kept making eye contact with me and pulling funny faces. My brother was next to me and he kept asking me what I was laughing at. We kept trying to talk to each other by mouthing words, and laughing when we couldn't figure out what each other was saying.
He was trying to tell me something, and I couldn't figure it out. I was trying to suppress laughter, when I watched him get up and walk towards the doorway. He signaled for me to follow him. I excused myself and walked gracefully out the door in my short and low-cut dress of red velvet. I walked out the double doors and looked both ways for him and couldn't find him. I chose the left passage, wandering down. While walking past a storage room, I felt arms wrap around my waist and pull me into the closest. I was startled at first, but then giggled when I saw who it was.
"You know," I said, "one of these days you're going to do that and get something much less enjoyable than a kiss from me."
"So, I get a kiss?" he asked, already knowing the answer. I kissed him, light and sweet.
"I don't want to go back." I whined.
"Stay here." He answered. I leaned back against him, straining my ears to hear some of the faint music from the Great Hall.
Perfect, just staying here. Forever. *
It's over, all over. Whatever comes of me, it'll always be him, in the back of my mind, keeping me alive.
d/c- Ginny, Draco, Ron, Molly, all the Weasly's and HP characters, Hogwarts and all places mentioned at Hogwarts, belong to JKR. The Song 'Here With Me' belongs to Dido.
a/n2: I know, it's short, but damn writers block! And if you know whats gonna happen, DON'T SAY IN REVIEWS PLEASE!!