Title: Of Dreams and Dances
Author: Rhapsody
Summary: "We danced one time, one precious time. It was awkward, yes, but precious. I wish it could happen again. Just one more dance." Harry/Ginny
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Love is like torture, but it's wonderful. I am tortured daily by the site of you, your cool continence. You don't appear to know how I really feel about you. The feelings that bring me joy inside yet fill me with fear and anguish.
I love you. I love everything about you. I wish I could hear you say the same thing about me. I dream of you grabbing me and pulling me off into a corner one day and wrapping me in your arms and telling me how much you love me. But it will never happen.
You told me how you felt one day. Your apprehensions about me. I couldn't look into your eyes just then. I was afraid. I wasn't hurt; you could never hurt me. I am a strong willed person. I can survive by myself as I had always done. I just wish you would take the time to know me.
You don't understand me. It's not your fault. Why would you bother with getting to know me? You probably just look at me and see the messy haired brown-eyed girl. I tag along with your friends hoping to just spend time near you. You probably think I am just there to spend time with her. She is both of our friends. A link between us. But you still don't understand.
When you talk to me you only see my defensive side. I keep my guard up. I don't try to, it just happens. I was picked on when I was little. Everyone was bigger than me. They teased me and occasionally took the opportunity to kick or pinch. I had to run. I am always defensive now. I can't help it. I only let my guard down for those I trust.
I can never know that I can trust you. I am afraid. Afraid you'll hurt me. Even though I know you could never do that. Afraid that you will think me a stupid child and look down upon me. You will never read this. I could never let you, unless.
No. I am dreaming again dreaming of your soft touch. I plan out everything I am going to say to you, but it never seems right. I long to know what you really think about me. I wish I could pour a love potion down your throat. But that would be wrong. I don't want you unless you have real feelings for me. Not fake ones induced by something else.
We danced one time, one precious time. It was awkward, yes, but precious. Can still feel your arms around my waist. I wish it could happen again. Just one more dance. But you are with someone else.
I hate her. I wish she would die. She and I have never really been friends. And we will never be. She is not your girlfriend, but she has you. She is nothing like our frizzy-haired friend. She is venomous. She has cold eyes and sleek hair. She is skinny and mean. How could she beat me to it? Beat me to you.
I have wished her death. I have wished disease upon her. But it wouldn't make it any better. I still wouldn't have you. I wouldn't even be there to take her place, with you.
I don't understand why I am saying this. I try to deny what I feel, but it doesn't help. I cannot deny my love for you. It will only make it hurt more. I only wish you would love me back.
Author: Rhapsody
Summary: "We danced one time, one precious time. It was awkward, yes, but precious. I wish it could happen again. Just one more dance." Harry/Ginny
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Love is like torture, but it's wonderful. I am tortured daily by the site of you, your cool continence. You don't appear to know how I really feel about you. The feelings that bring me joy inside yet fill me with fear and anguish.
I love you. I love everything about you. I wish I could hear you say the same thing about me. I dream of you grabbing me and pulling me off into a corner one day and wrapping me in your arms and telling me how much you love me. But it will never happen.
You told me how you felt one day. Your apprehensions about me. I couldn't look into your eyes just then. I was afraid. I wasn't hurt; you could never hurt me. I am a strong willed person. I can survive by myself as I had always done. I just wish you would take the time to know me.
You don't understand me. It's not your fault. Why would you bother with getting to know me? You probably just look at me and see the messy haired brown-eyed girl. I tag along with your friends hoping to just spend time near you. You probably think I am just there to spend time with her. She is both of our friends. A link between us. But you still don't understand.
When you talk to me you only see my defensive side. I keep my guard up. I don't try to, it just happens. I was picked on when I was little. Everyone was bigger than me. They teased me and occasionally took the opportunity to kick or pinch. I had to run. I am always defensive now. I can't help it. I only let my guard down for those I trust.
I can never know that I can trust you. I am afraid. Afraid you'll hurt me. Even though I know you could never do that. Afraid that you will think me a stupid child and look down upon me. You will never read this. I could never let you, unless.
No. I am dreaming again dreaming of your soft touch. I plan out everything I am going to say to you, but it never seems right. I long to know what you really think about me. I wish I could pour a love potion down your throat. But that would be wrong. I don't want you unless you have real feelings for me. Not fake ones induced by something else.
We danced one time, one precious time. It was awkward, yes, but precious. Can still feel your arms around my waist. I wish it could happen again. Just one more dance. But you are with someone else.
I hate her. I wish she would die. She and I have never really been friends. And we will never be. She is not your girlfriend, but she has you. She is nothing like our frizzy-haired friend. She is venomous. She has cold eyes and sleek hair. She is skinny and mean. How could she beat me to it? Beat me to you.
I have wished her death. I have wished disease upon her. But it wouldn't make it any better. I still wouldn't have you. I wouldn't even be there to take her place, with you.
I don't understand why I am saying this. I try to deny what I feel, but it doesn't help. I cannot deny my love for you. It will only make it hurt more. I only wish you would love me back.