This Time
Disclaimer: I'm definitely not J.K. Rowling or I wouldn't probably be here.
A/N: This one's dripping with angst, but it'll get better...
She glanced around the room, but couldn't find him. Ginny searched through multitudes of people, but didn't see his face. It was then that she knew. He had left. She knew it was for the better. She would have made a scene. But she couldn't get over the fact that he had left without saying good-bye.
The portrait hole slid open. Ginny turned her head to see him looking around the room. She filed through all the nervous students. She pushed and shoved without feeling bad about it. She had found him. Ginny called his name. He enveloped her in an embrace.
He leaned closer to her ear and whispered so only she could hear, "I couldn't do it. I couldn't leave you without saying good-bye," as he lifted her chin and wiped the tears from her already stained cheeks. Then, he leaned in slowly and kissed her with all the passion he could muster. Ginny gave back more than she thought she could have ever. She wanted to give him something to remember her by. Something she could remember if... No. She couldn't think about that now. She had to be hopeful for something she knew could happen, something that was destined to happen, something she wanted more than anything.
He looked into her eyes and mouthed the words, "I love you," before hugging and kissing her once more. He held her tight and she tried to remember everything about him. The portrait hole slid open once more. It was time. Ginny felt hot, acidic tears role down her cheeks and prayed it wouldn't be the last time she ever saw him. As he walked out the door, she felt his gaze and looked into his eyes once more. By this time she felt her self shuddering with tears, and found two pairs of arms holding her steady as they watched him go. Ginny buried her head in Hermione's shoulder and cried harder than she ever thought imaginable.
All she could do now was hope and pray that he would come back to her.
Disclaimer: I'm definitely not J.K. Rowling or I wouldn't probably be here.
A/N: This one's dripping with angst, but it'll get better...
She glanced around the room, but couldn't find him. Ginny searched through multitudes of people, but didn't see his face. It was then that she knew. He had left. She knew it was for the better. She would have made a scene. But she couldn't get over the fact that he had left without saying good-bye.
The portrait hole slid open. Ginny turned her head to see him looking around the room. She filed through all the nervous students. She pushed and shoved without feeling bad about it. She had found him. Ginny called his name. He enveloped her in an embrace.
He leaned closer to her ear and whispered so only she could hear, "I couldn't do it. I couldn't leave you without saying good-bye," as he lifted her chin and wiped the tears from her already stained cheeks. Then, he leaned in slowly and kissed her with all the passion he could muster. Ginny gave back more than she thought she could have ever. She wanted to give him something to remember her by. Something she could remember if... No. She couldn't think about that now. She had to be hopeful for something she knew could happen, something that was destined to happen, something she wanted more than anything.
He looked into her eyes and mouthed the words, "I love you," before hugging and kissing her once more. He held her tight and she tried to remember everything about him. The portrait hole slid open once more. It was time. Ginny felt hot, acidic tears role down her cheeks and prayed it wouldn't be the last time she ever saw him. As he walked out the door, she felt his gaze and looked into his eyes once more. By this time she felt her self shuddering with tears, and found two pairs of arms holding her steady as they watched him go. Ginny buried her head in Hermione's shoulder and cried harder than she ever thought imaginable.
All she could do now was hope and pray that he would come back to her.