AN: A continuation of Til' I Get Over You- more Remus/Ginny for you! Now don't kill me at the end of this chapter, because I've decided to turn this into a trilogy of sorts. Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter- JK does! The lyrics to "One Of These Days" belong to Michelle Branch.

Chapter 2: One Of These Days

I didn't notice

But I didn't care

I tried being honest

But that left me nowhere

I knew when you left that it would hurt. I knew the pain would be there for a long time, but I also foolishly believed that it would subside over time. I thought I would get over you and move on with my life. You had Harry, and I believed that seeing your happiness would be enough for me. Obviously I won't win any awards for being one of the smarter blokes in the universe.

I knew it was coming. All the signs pointed to it, but I ignored them. Perhaps in some way, I didn't want to see them, didn't want to believe what was happening. But to put blinders on is never the best solution. Because when the news finally came out, it hit me harder than I've ever been hit in my life. The world literally stopped turning for a moment when Harry announced your happy news.

I watched the station

Saw the bus pulling through

And I don't mind saying

A part of me left with you

You, Virginia Anne Weasley, love of my life, were planning to marry my best friend's son. All the emotions I'd carefully stowed away came rushing back and I had trouble keeping a straight face. My concentration went solely on breathing normally. Nobody noticed, they were all busy congratulating you. And why should they have? I was the one who chose to keep our relationship secret, chose to end, chose to destroy what little happiness I had left in my life.

I felt your gaze on me, but I struggled to meet it. I'd been carefully hiding from your view for months- I couldn't bear looking into those chocolate brown eyes of yours. I finally met your look, and for a moment only the two of us existed. Your eyes were full of pain, pain of what might have been. They pleaded with me to understand. I couldn't, and so I broke our gaze. You recoiled slightly, but then turned your attentions to your well wishers. And I was left sitting alone once again.

One of these days

I won't be afraid of staying with you

I hope and I pray

Waiting to find a way back to you

'Cause that's where I'm home

After the meeting, I escaped to the library. Nobody ever went in there, it was dark and dusty and pretty much useless. I used it as my sanctuary, a place to ponder and contemplate. I sat in an armchair by the fireplace and simply watched the flames. I wasn't waiting for anything really, just thinking over your engagement, and where everything went so terribly wrong. I tried to understand why you and Harry chose that time to be married, and to some extent I did.

The war was in earnest at the time, and our outlook was bleak. You were young and in love, and believed that waiting for the end of the war wasn't such a good idea anymore. Nobody knew if they were going to survive to the end. A wedding in the middle of the war was better than losing Harry and never being married to him. I understood that, but I still was stuck on you. I tried beating around the bush, but it didn't matter.

Did I make you nervous?

Did I ask for too much?

Was I not deserving one second of your touch?

You entered quietly, closing the door behind you and walking slowly to me. You didn't sit in the chair opposite me, simply stood in front of the fire and studied the flames as I just did. Your back was straight and tense, and the light flickered over your pale face. I never thought you more beautiful than that moment.

You turned and faced me, and I saw that pain in your eyes once more. You spoke softly, but there was a conviction in your voice that kept my attention. You told me that you were trying to move on, and that Harry was the best choice. He loved you, and he had promised to take care of you. I listened without interruption, even when you looked at me and said point blank, "I need to do this Remus. He deserves this, and I can't hurt him. I won't do that to him."

Your eyes, your beautiful brown eyes, were pleading with me, and I turned away. "I'm not your keeper Ginny, you do whatever will make you happy." I said. Your features clouded over, and before I could analyze them you sighed and raked your hand through your hands. As you turned away and walked back to the door, you paused at the exit.

"You're invited to the wedding. Harry knows what's happened between us, but he still wants you to be there. You're the only family he has left." You said, and then turning on your heel, you walked out the door.

One of these days

I won't be afraid of staying with you

I hope and I pray

Waiting to find my way back to you

'Cause that's where I'm home

I wandered around the house for days, thinking your proposition over. The wedding was a hasty one, set only a week after the announcement was made. Molly had it at the Burrow, the safest and biggest place for a celebration besides Hogwarts. I thought it over time and time again, and finally I made my decision. Putting on one of my nicer set of robes, I set out that fateful Saturday morning for the Burrow.

Molly ushered me into the house, her face aglow. She was ecstatic, her baby girl was finally getting married to the boy who she considered one of her own for so long. She told me to sit outside, that I'd arrived just in time to watch the ceremony. I sat in the very back, in the corner where I'd be unnoticeable. Then I waited, waited to watch a ceremony that would break my heart.

The group gathered together was small, only the Inner Circle of the Order and your family. The wedding party was even smaller. Harry stood to the side of Albus Dumbledore, waiting anxiously to see your lovely face walk down the aisle. Ron and Hermione walked arm in arm down the aisle first, as the best man and maid of honor. Hermione's own diamond ring sparkled in the sunlight. They hadn't married yet, but all could see how in love your brother and best friend were. Then everybody stood up, and we watched as your father escorted you down the aisle.

What would you do if I could have you?

Oh if I could

I'd let you feel everything I'm thinking

Wouldn't that be nice?

You were smiling and your eyes were focused solely on your groom. As you took your vows, the smile that seemed to cover your entire face never faded. When Harry slipped the ring on your finger and leaned over to kiss you, you met him halfway and wrapped your arms around his neck. He picked you up slightly and when your kiss broke, he swung you around and you laughed merrily. Everybody clapped and smiled with you, and I joined them.

Harry saw me right before I left, and gave me a simple nod. He looked so much like James at the moment, and was so much like him. I nodded back, to acknowledge what I'd handed over to him and then I left. I don't think you ever saw me that day. And I believe that was for the better. That day, your wedding day was for you and Harry, for you to bask in your love and to be merry. My presence wasn't needed.

I sat in my shabby living room, holding a chipped mug full of cocoa and I toasted your nuptials alone in my house that night. I sat and thought of what I'd given up, and what a fool I was. Because it was at that very moment that I'd realized why we ended. It wasn't because of any problems we had, or anything you did. It was only because I was too afraid to be with you. And I thought that perhaps that the day I wouldn't be would come, but it was too late. I had lost you forever.

One of these days

I won't be afraid of staying with you