Dreams
by BlackGoddess
She sat on her bed, alone in the darkness of her heart, drowning in her own confusion.
There were tears in her large eyes and when she raised her head, she tried yet again to explain to Hermione.
"It's not that he's famous," she started. "He's so much more than that and he never asked to be famous. He's just so wonderful because . . . because he doesn't realize how great he is. He's not arrogant or anything. I just - it's just - oh, I'm sorry Hermione, but I just can't explain it."
She flashed the older girl a sheepish grin that disappeared almost instantly. A sad sigh escaped her lips.
Hermione looked understanding. "I know how you feel about him, Ginny," she murmured and the youngest Weasley knew what she meant.\
"When are you going to tell him?" she asked eagerly, momentarily forgetting her woes.
A girlish blush lighted Hermione's cheeks. "Soon," she replied. "Very soon."
Ginny squealed happily and settled back on her pillows for a long chat with her friend about her older brother.
*
Ginny did not sleep well that night. Her sleep was punctuated by feverish nightmares.
She dreamed of her experience during her first year at Hogwarts. She lay in the Chamber of Secrets, barely alive and beyond all hope that anyone would save her.
And then there he was, beautiful in all his bravery. She watched through hazy eyes as he fought brilliantly . . . and then she watched him die.
Ginny woke up screaming.
* The next morning, Ginny was on edge. Watching Harry die again and again through the night had shaken her badly. It even helped her overcome her shyness. She couldn't resist touching him, talking to him, looking into his green eyes just to make sure he was real.
Then she did the bravest thing of her life; just before Harry left for Transfiguration, she threw her arms around him for the briefest of seconds. He went rigid, obviously shocked. She let go and turned away, her face burning.
She was about to leave herself when Harry said, "Ginny." She turned to him and he smiled. She felt her heart flutter slightly and she felt faint. He reached out, hugged her and walked away. She stared after him, shocked. Then a huge smile blossomed on her face and she sat down, staring after his retreating back.
END
She sat on her bed, alone in the darkness of her heart, drowning in her own confusion.
There were tears in her large eyes and when she raised her head, she tried yet again to explain to Hermione.
"It's not that he's famous," she started. "He's so much more than that and he never asked to be famous. He's just so wonderful because . . . because he doesn't realize how great he is. He's not arrogant or anything. I just - it's just - oh, I'm sorry Hermione, but I just can't explain it."
She flashed the older girl a sheepish grin that disappeared almost instantly. A sad sigh escaped her lips.
Hermione looked understanding. "I know how you feel about him, Ginny," she murmured and the youngest Weasley knew what she meant.\
"When are you going to tell him?" she asked eagerly, momentarily forgetting her woes.
A girlish blush lighted Hermione's cheeks. "Soon," she replied. "Very soon."
Ginny squealed happily and settled back on her pillows for a long chat with her friend about her older brother.
*
Ginny did not sleep well that night. Her sleep was punctuated by feverish nightmares.
She dreamed of her experience during her first year at Hogwarts. She lay in the Chamber of Secrets, barely alive and beyond all hope that anyone would save her.
And then there he was, beautiful in all his bravery. She watched through hazy eyes as he fought brilliantly . . . and then she watched him die.
Ginny woke up screaming.
* The next morning, Ginny was on edge. Watching Harry die again and again through the night had shaken her badly. It even helped her overcome her shyness. She couldn't resist touching him, talking to him, looking into his green eyes just to make sure he was real.
Then she did the bravest thing of her life; just before Harry left for Transfiguration, she threw her arms around him for the briefest of seconds. He went rigid, obviously shocked. She let go and turned away, her face burning.
She was about to leave herself when Harry said, "Ginny." She turned to him and he smiled. She felt her heart flutter slightly and she felt faint. He reached out, hugged her and walked away. She stared after him, shocked. Then a huge smile blossomed on her face and she sat down, staring after his retreating back.
END