Author's Note: I hope this story doesn't feel disjointed or anything. I tried to write it so it made sense, but I don't know if I managed it. I can sort of see this as a bigger fic, but unless I get an encouragement, it is staying as a one shot. I never use blackmail to get people to review. I just need to know if you think I could manage it. Hehe. Anyway, this is "Listening to the Rain". (You can so tell I didn't know what to call it!)
So, here I am again. I could have sworn I promised not to come back, but maybe that vow went out of my head when I thought of you this evening. Oh well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they say. I'm standing outside of your house right now and I can't even tell if you're home. There aren't any lights on, but that means nothing. I know how you like to listen to music in the dark. You always say it seems to bring you closer to the music.
I know I'm daggy, waiting outside of your house in one of my best dresses. And I know three other things too. One: It's raining. Two: I'm getting soaked, and three: all that stuff about Gryffindor courage is a load of bull anyway. If it were true, I would have rung your bell ages ago and we would be inside, drinking hot chocolate and laughing over my sopping wet clothes.
You gave me the ultimatum. The ball is in my court, and I hate you for it. You're too good for me. When I'm with you, it's like wrapping myself up in luxurious silk. You make me feel rich. Yet, you told me yesterday that if I felt grown up and willing to have you, I was always welcome.
So, here I am. I'm shivering, I'm cold and I'm wet. Some start to the rest of my life.
It was either you or Harry and I've chosen you. My foot feels like lead, but I manage to move it forward. The awning is above me, protecting me from half of the rain. The rain sounds louder under here, or maybe it is coming down harder. Oh, how I would love to be listening to the rain in your arms, on your bed. You could smooth away some of my hair and tell me that I look just as good wet as I do dry.
Ok, wishful thinking here.
The faint strains of Pachbal's Cannon in D reach my ears and I know you're home. My foot moves another step and I feel a grin spread across my face. I can do this.
It's a big ask, you know. You tell me you love me and want to marry me. I love you, but I didn't know if I was ready for marriage. I'm twenty-three years old and you are forty-four. You've had a lot of time to settle down. I'm just beginning to experience life. Harry was exciting, but even excitement gets old fast.
I'm close enough to press the button now. I take a breath and push my finger to the bell.
After slow moments of agonising torture, you come on the speaker. 'Hello?'
'Remus? It's Ginny.' I feel breathless, but there must be some air in me if I could talk.
'I knew you'd come.' You say, and the door opens.
I walk in, light-headed. Inside it is warm and welcoming. I don't bother looking with the foyer, I just walk up the stairs to your room and the door is already open. You stand there, a smile playing on your lips. That is my smile. You never show anyone else but me.
'You're wet.' You say.
I nod. 'It's raining.' Inane chatter, merely filler time.
'Why did you come?' You want to know as you take my drenched coat from me.
'I came because I love you.'
You must be at least a little surprised. I think I see you pause for a second. 'And Harry?' You prompt.
'And Harry is going to live a long and prosperous life as Hermione's husband.' I report. I put my arms around your waist and draw you close.
'And you? How will you live?' Your lips are so close it's distracting.
'Long and happily with you by my side.' My eyes search yours. 'If you want me.'
You merely grin and roll your eyes. 'Of course I want you.' With that, you kiss me and I think all the water from the rain evaporated on the spot. A very beautiful, and perfect way to end a rainy evening.