Fire and Ice
A lovely little Ginny/Cho ficlet by Comet-hime
Disclaimer: You know who owns it, and it's not me. That should cover it, yes?
Notes: This is written from Cho's point of view (duh), also featuring a few of my other ships, though not too obviously. No spoilers as far I can tell, but correct me if I'm wrong. Viva la Ginny/Cho fanfiction!
It all seems so long ago, when he held me in his arms and whispered sweet nothings that meant little to me. So long since the Third Task, since he was killed. Since I decided to hate Harry Potter and blame him for what had happened, knowing very well that nothing was truly his fault. I guess I just needed someone other than myself to find guilty.
Then she came along, begged me not to hate him for it, her brown eyes burning into me with all the faith she had in him. She says, now, that she did not love him. But I can't deny that belief she held in his purity and power, she still holds it now, to some degree. It doesn't matter if the feeling's gone or not. But then, so long ago, her plea, her innocence, made me remember. She made me forgive the innocent, and forgive myself as well.
It was a long time coming, our meeting. I had noticed her before, trailing behind the magnificent Gryffindor Trio, forever in their shadow along with anyone else. I pitied her I think, seeing her so depend on those who barely noticed she was there. But I never did anything about it. How could I? Two years older, and wrapped up in my own dreams and delusions. Maybe I ignored everyone back then, I don't remember really. All I know is that I shouldn't have ignored her. Thank Merlin that she came to me first, or I likely would have hid behind the anger and sorrow forever, never knowing her or the passion we both feel.
Now that Harry's forgiven me for not loving him, he has a little saying for the two of us. He calls us fire and ice. We look it, my Ginny with her crimson gold hair and freckled burnt skin, I with my dark tresses and cold eyes. Complete opposites in every which way. It hurt me when he said it, I took it as an insult, but then I listened to my love and I've come to like the little nickname. Opposites attract, you know.
Its Christmas now, and we're again all at the Burrow, the house is more packed than ever. Hermione and Ron have brought their son along with them, the twins are back, Charlie and Bill brought their girlfriends with them too. I never expected to see Fleur again, really, but I'm happy she and Bill love each other so much. Still think she's weird though. And I have to admit, it is funny seeing Ron turn holly red every time she looks at him. I don't even want to think about the aftermath any stares will bring from Hermione, though, she's vile when she's angry. No wonder she wasn't placed in Ravenclaw. Harry managed to drag Draco here too, so me and Gin aren't the only homosexual blood in the group anymore. My, he does look uncomfortable though. Amazing the things he'll do just to make Harry happy. I don't think he realizes if anyone notices how much they care for each other, but I do. I have a gift for that.
I told Percy, last year I think, about the names his little sister and I have acquired from our friends. He smiled and told me it wouldn't be possible, fire would melt ice into water, and water would put the fire out. Perhaps he has a point, speaking of elements, but that's not my fire and her ice at all. We'll never cancel each other out. We'll always complete each other.
A lovely little Ginny/Cho ficlet by Comet-hime
Disclaimer: You know who owns it, and it's not me. That should cover it, yes?
Notes: This is written from Cho's point of view (duh), also featuring a few of my other ships, though not too obviously. No spoilers as far I can tell, but correct me if I'm wrong. Viva la Ginny/Cho fanfiction!
It all seems so long ago, when he held me in his arms and whispered sweet nothings that meant little to me. So long since the Third Task, since he was killed. Since I decided to hate Harry Potter and blame him for what had happened, knowing very well that nothing was truly his fault. I guess I just needed someone other than myself to find guilty.
Then she came along, begged me not to hate him for it, her brown eyes burning into me with all the faith she had in him. She says, now, that she did not love him. But I can't deny that belief she held in his purity and power, she still holds it now, to some degree. It doesn't matter if the feeling's gone or not. But then, so long ago, her plea, her innocence, made me remember. She made me forgive the innocent, and forgive myself as well.
It was a long time coming, our meeting. I had noticed her before, trailing behind the magnificent Gryffindor Trio, forever in their shadow along with anyone else. I pitied her I think, seeing her so depend on those who barely noticed she was there. But I never did anything about it. How could I? Two years older, and wrapped up in my own dreams and delusions. Maybe I ignored everyone back then, I don't remember really. All I know is that I shouldn't have ignored her. Thank Merlin that she came to me first, or I likely would have hid behind the anger and sorrow forever, never knowing her or the passion we both feel.
Now that Harry's forgiven me for not loving him, he has a little saying for the two of us. He calls us fire and ice. We look it, my Ginny with her crimson gold hair and freckled burnt skin, I with my dark tresses and cold eyes. Complete opposites in every which way. It hurt me when he said it, I took it as an insult, but then I listened to my love and I've come to like the little nickname. Opposites attract, you know.
Its Christmas now, and we're again all at the Burrow, the house is more packed than ever. Hermione and Ron have brought their son along with them, the twins are back, Charlie and Bill brought their girlfriends with them too. I never expected to see Fleur again, really, but I'm happy she and Bill love each other so much. Still think she's weird though. And I have to admit, it is funny seeing Ron turn holly red every time she looks at him. I don't even want to think about the aftermath any stares will bring from Hermione, though, she's vile when she's angry. No wonder she wasn't placed in Ravenclaw. Harry managed to drag Draco here too, so me and Gin aren't the only homosexual blood in the group anymore. My, he does look uncomfortable though. Amazing the things he'll do just to make Harry happy. I don't think he realizes if anyone notices how much they care for each other, but I do. I have a gift for that.
I told Percy, last year I think, about the names his little sister and I have acquired from our friends. He smiled and told me it wouldn't be possible, fire would melt ice into water, and water would put the fire out. Perhaps he has a point, speaking of elements, but that's not my fire and her ice at all. We'll never cancel each other out. We'll always complete each other.