Sorry for the delay but I really didn't have my heart in this fic anymore
but I'll finish it up nicely. One more chap to go but if the respond is
good, I'll do a epilogue. For the time being, enjoy this!!
I stared at the velvet box revealing a diamond ring, sitting at the top of the dressing table. My mind was completely shutoff, I was physically sitting on the bed but actually I'm spacing off, not thinking about anything. I've been sitting up on the bed still in my night things for what seemed like hours when a sharp knock on the door jerk me out of my daydream.
The door creaked open to reveal my old mother bringing me my breakfast. I looked up and took in everything about her appearance, she's a lot thinner and frailer looking. Her thick curls were greying at the roots on the top of her dull red head. She closed the door behind herself slowly, laid the tray on my dressing table and sat on beside me. I saw her eyes flicker on the ring for a moment before turning around to face me. I frowned and looked at her in the eye, the thing I've not been doing for years but it's not everyday my mother would sit on my bed with me. It's not even usual of her to send me my meals. It's Hermione who has been doing the job for ages. I knew immediately something was amiss and fishy about her sudden visit and I stared at her wrinkled face, waiting for her to break any news, good or bad alike, to me.
Being uncomfortable under my hard gaze, she cleared her throat a few times and I waited patiently for her to speak up.
"I overheard your conversation with Neville last night", she began and I continued staring at her. She shifted her position on the bed and wrapped her flabby arms around me. "I believe you will agree, am I right? Neville's a good boy and he'll take good care of you..............."
"No", I cut her off and she's a bit surprised by my sudden outburst, "I can't do that. I can't betray Harry." She was now right in front of me, both her hands on my shoulders shaking me violently.
"Listen, Ginny!! He's dead, Harry's dead. You are not betraying him, I'm sure he'll want you to move on and not grief for him. He'll want you to be happy, Harry wants you to be happy. He'll like Neville, he always did," she shouted at me, spraying my face with spit.
"No, he'll not. I belong to Harry alone. I'll not marry Neville; I'll not marry anyone else. I'll wait for Harry to claim me back, he wouldn't leave me just like that." I said coldly and my words seemed to work up my mother, for she jumped up to her feet and began smashing things in my room shouting, 'wake up, Ginny!' but I simply stared at her as she destroyed my room, not batting an eye.
After finished throwing her temper, she fell heavily onto the floor, the broken pieces of glasses cut deep into her hands. The cuts were very deep for the impact of her fall made the bits of glass be embedded deep into her flesh. It must had hurt a lot as the blood were flowing out of the wounds like leaking tap, my cold cold heart melted at the sight and I rushed to her side. I pulled her wand that's sticking out of her apron and healed all the cuts with a jab of the wand. Bringing both her palms to my face, I kissed them and big fat stubborn tears rolled out of my eyes. I kneeled in front of my mother and held her red and tender palms in my own.
"Forgive me, mother but I can't marry Neville. Please understand and not force me. Please don't hurt yourself." I told her and broke down. She kneeled in front of me and cried too.
"Listen to me, my child. Marry Neville and be happy. If you still care for me then listen to me. I'm old Ginny, I've got not many years ahead to live but how can I go in peace when I know that you are not being properly taken care of. Be happy, get married and have the children you and Harry could never have. If you love me and want me to be happy for my last few years, be my girl, forget Harry and move on." Tears were now flowing freely out of my blood shot eyes and without me realising it, I nodded my head and it's the most grievous mistake I've ever made in my life.
"But I have a request", I whispered. Mother held up her head to look at me in the eyes, "What? Just name it and I'll obey"
"I want to visit Harry on the wedding day, I want to see him one last time so that I can marry Neville in peace. I need to ask for his forgiveness for not waiting for him"
"Why? Why must you do that? Why must you hurt yourself? Why must you insist of reopening old wounds? Why?" she cried in respiration.
"Because I love him with all my heart. I want him to bless me on the biggest day of my life. I beg of you, my mother, allow me to visit him", fresh streams of tears started to flow out again. Mother gently pull me into an embrace and patted affectionately on my head as I wept onto her neck.
"You know I want you to be happy, my love. I'll let you visit Harry if that'll make you happy. I'll do anything just to make you smile. I'll do anything, love, anything. Because I love you too much"
Review and if this chap is really that bad, I'll edit it!!
I stared at the velvet box revealing a diamond ring, sitting at the top of the dressing table. My mind was completely shutoff, I was physically sitting on the bed but actually I'm spacing off, not thinking about anything. I've been sitting up on the bed still in my night things for what seemed like hours when a sharp knock on the door jerk me out of my daydream.
The door creaked open to reveal my old mother bringing me my breakfast. I looked up and took in everything about her appearance, she's a lot thinner and frailer looking. Her thick curls were greying at the roots on the top of her dull red head. She closed the door behind herself slowly, laid the tray on my dressing table and sat on beside me. I saw her eyes flicker on the ring for a moment before turning around to face me. I frowned and looked at her in the eye, the thing I've not been doing for years but it's not everyday my mother would sit on my bed with me. It's not even usual of her to send me my meals. It's Hermione who has been doing the job for ages. I knew immediately something was amiss and fishy about her sudden visit and I stared at her wrinkled face, waiting for her to break any news, good or bad alike, to me.
Being uncomfortable under my hard gaze, she cleared her throat a few times and I waited patiently for her to speak up.
"I overheard your conversation with Neville last night", she began and I continued staring at her. She shifted her position on the bed and wrapped her flabby arms around me. "I believe you will agree, am I right? Neville's a good boy and he'll take good care of you..............."
"No", I cut her off and she's a bit surprised by my sudden outburst, "I can't do that. I can't betray Harry." She was now right in front of me, both her hands on my shoulders shaking me violently.
"Listen, Ginny!! He's dead, Harry's dead. You are not betraying him, I'm sure he'll want you to move on and not grief for him. He'll want you to be happy, Harry wants you to be happy. He'll like Neville, he always did," she shouted at me, spraying my face with spit.
"No, he'll not. I belong to Harry alone. I'll not marry Neville; I'll not marry anyone else. I'll wait for Harry to claim me back, he wouldn't leave me just like that." I said coldly and my words seemed to work up my mother, for she jumped up to her feet and began smashing things in my room shouting, 'wake up, Ginny!' but I simply stared at her as she destroyed my room, not batting an eye.
After finished throwing her temper, she fell heavily onto the floor, the broken pieces of glasses cut deep into her hands. The cuts were very deep for the impact of her fall made the bits of glass be embedded deep into her flesh. It must had hurt a lot as the blood were flowing out of the wounds like leaking tap, my cold cold heart melted at the sight and I rushed to her side. I pulled her wand that's sticking out of her apron and healed all the cuts with a jab of the wand. Bringing both her palms to my face, I kissed them and big fat stubborn tears rolled out of my eyes. I kneeled in front of my mother and held her red and tender palms in my own.
"Forgive me, mother but I can't marry Neville. Please understand and not force me. Please don't hurt yourself." I told her and broke down. She kneeled in front of me and cried too.
"Listen to me, my child. Marry Neville and be happy. If you still care for me then listen to me. I'm old Ginny, I've got not many years ahead to live but how can I go in peace when I know that you are not being properly taken care of. Be happy, get married and have the children you and Harry could never have. If you love me and want me to be happy for my last few years, be my girl, forget Harry and move on." Tears were now flowing freely out of my blood shot eyes and without me realising it, I nodded my head and it's the most grievous mistake I've ever made in my life.
"But I have a request", I whispered. Mother held up her head to look at me in the eyes, "What? Just name it and I'll obey"
"I want to visit Harry on the wedding day, I want to see him one last time so that I can marry Neville in peace. I need to ask for his forgiveness for not waiting for him"
"Why? Why must you do that? Why must you hurt yourself? Why must you insist of reopening old wounds? Why?" she cried in respiration.
"Because I love him with all my heart. I want him to bless me on the biggest day of my life. I beg of you, my mother, allow me to visit him", fresh streams of tears started to flow out again. Mother gently pull me into an embrace and patted affectionately on my head as I wept onto her neck.
"You know I want you to be happy, my love. I'll let you visit Harry if that'll make you happy. I'll do anything just to make you smile. I'll do anything, love, anything. Because I love you too much"
Review and if this chap is really that bad, I'll edit it!!