She is wearing white lace and dancing bare-footed in the moonlight. Every
so often, a moonbeam cuts across her, and shows you all the features of her
face clearly. And they are beautiful. Of course.
She does not know that they are being watched. She laughs, her usual laugh that sounded like a song or a waterfall or a phoenix song, or some similar cliche.. No matter how you described it, her laugh was lovely. Of course.
He runs up and grabs her around her waist, swinging her around. She screams, but it's obvious she loves it. Your insides burn with jealousy.
'Harry, no!' she squeals, and you turn away for a brief moment. This is painful to see.
When you turn back, they are kissing. A chaste kiss, enough to make you want to scream with anger and hurt and loneliness. Just one kiss. Then she dances off again, her bare feet making slapping noises on the shore of the lake. He follows, calling out to her.
'Ginny, come back!' She shakes her head and continues away from him. Her red hair is tangled and probably filled with sand, but still so pretty, in its own way. Of course.
Your stomach is tying itself in knots, and you don't know why you're doing this to yourself. Why are you watching? Go back to the castle, Draco, the rational part of you begs. But no. A much more strong and determined part of you wants to stay.
They fall into another kiss. This one is nothing like the first, there is nothing innocent about this. His arms are wrapped around her small frame - which seems perfect, of course - and you would rather die than be seeing this, but this time you can't turn away, for some reason.
You run your hand through your blonde hair and try to block out the sounds of laughter and general happiness as they continue playing along the edge of the lake. You close your eyes so you can't see. But you can hear - You hear the gentle lap of waves on the sand, you hear crickets singing all around you, and... You hear him call out to her again.
It's too much and you begin to walk back to the castle, hoping that if you go to sleep now you can wake up tomorrow and pretend that this never happened, that it was all a beautiful nightmare.
Happiness. Grace. And the boy you love.
Ginny Weasley has everything.
She does not know that they are being watched. She laughs, her usual laugh that sounded like a song or a waterfall or a phoenix song, or some similar cliche.. No matter how you described it, her laugh was lovely. Of course.
He runs up and grabs her around her waist, swinging her around. She screams, but it's obvious she loves it. Your insides burn with jealousy.
'Harry, no!' she squeals, and you turn away for a brief moment. This is painful to see.
When you turn back, they are kissing. A chaste kiss, enough to make you want to scream with anger and hurt and loneliness. Just one kiss. Then she dances off again, her bare feet making slapping noises on the shore of the lake. He follows, calling out to her.
'Ginny, come back!' She shakes her head and continues away from him. Her red hair is tangled and probably filled with sand, but still so pretty, in its own way. Of course.
Your stomach is tying itself in knots, and you don't know why you're doing this to yourself. Why are you watching? Go back to the castle, Draco, the rational part of you begs. But no. A much more strong and determined part of you wants to stay.
They fall into another kiss. This one is nothing like the first, there is nothing innocent about this. His arms are wrapped around her small frame - which seems perfect, of course - and you would rather die than be seeing this, but this time you can't turn away, for some reason.
You run your hand through your blonde hair and try to block out the sounds of laughter and general happiness as they continue playing along the edge of the lake. You close your eyes so you can't see. But you can hear - You hear the gentle lap of waves on the sand, you hear crickets singing all around you, and... You hear him call out to her again.
It's too much and you begin to walk back to the castle, hoping that if you go to sleep now you can wake up tomorrow and pretend that this never happened, that it was all a beautiful nightmare.
Happiness. Grace. And the boy you love.
Ginny Weasley has everything.