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Yes, I completely forgot anything about being a Fanfiction author for an incredibly long amount of time, for those who are wondering. Therefore, I am creating a second chapter almost a year after the first, but it's OK, because I will try my best to not forget this time. If I do, you have my permission to bombard me with e-mails and threaten me incessantly. Well then, onwards!
My Angel, My Only
You Are My Life
Ginny felt tears welling up in her eyes as she walked back towards the castle. She had told everyone in her family except Ron, who she wanted to tell along with Harry. The rest of her family had promised to support her and guide her through all the difficult times she would encounter. She had also told Hermione, who had cried along with her and told her that no matter what happened, she would always be there. Why, then, did she have a sneaking suspicion that Harry wouldn't want to be around her once he knew?
Her mother had suggested that she tell everyone who she was close to as soon as possible, but it wasn't turning out to be as simple as it had sounded. She had attempted numerous times to get Harry and Ron together and let them know. Once, she had even made them stop in the middle of a game of Wizards' Chess and move to the chairs by the fire. When they did as requested, and were both patiently awaiting her explanation, however, she had lost her nerve and run up the stairs to the girls' dormitory. Ron and Harry had been completely bewildered, but they hadn't pressed the matter.
Ever since then, they had caught her doing strange things such as looking at them out of the corner of her eye, or completely changing personality in the middle of a conversation. She knew that they were beginning to think she had gone mad. Hermione had told her that they were joking about how she would need a visit to St. Mungo's soon.
By the end of these thoughts, Ginny had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. It took her a few moments to collect herself and recall the password.
"Quivering Quaffles," she muttered.
The Fat Lady seemed to be on a Quidditch kick lately. The last few weeks passwords had been "Benevolent Broomsticks", "Sniveling Snitches" and "Blooming Bludgers." None of them really made any sense, but nobody had cared, as long as they could remember them.
Ginny went to retrieve a book from her trunk and then returned to the deserted common room. She would rather be back outside with the rest of the Hogwart's students, but she couldn't bear to see Harry again. She settled down into a comfortable chair, and became absorbed into the book. All of her cares and worries were temporarily forgotten.
When Harry entered the common room later in the day, Ginny was once again nowhere to be found. He saw Hermione at a nearby table. He figured he would ask her, since she had come in earlier to do some Arithmancy extra credit.
"Hermione, have you seen Ginny? She seems to be pulling lots of disappearing acts lately."
"Yes, she was the only one in here when I came in. I tried to talk to her but she said she was tired and decided to go to sleep early," Hermione said.
'That's strange,' thought Harry. Ginny was usually one of the last people in Gryffindor Tower to go to sleep, especially on Saturday nights such as this was. He decided to go see if anything was wrong. He started to climb the staircase to the girls' dormitories, when he was stopped by a voice from behind him.
"Hey 'Arry," Ron shouted from across the common room, his mouth full of food acquired from the kitchen. "Wrong staircase, my friend."
Harry chose to ignore the remark and made his way the rest of the way upstairs. He looked at the labels on each of the doors, and opened the one bearing the name "5th year."
Ginny looked up as he walked in.
"Hi," she said unsurely.
"Hey, Gin. I have to talk to you about something."
Sirens were going off inside Ginny's head. 'Tell him to get out,' one part of her said. 'Let him know what's going on now, don't procrastinate any longer,' said another.
Harry could tell that Ginny was having conflicting emotions. He decided that he should probably leave, and that they could have this conversation later if she wanted to. It wasn't important enough that he needed to tell her right then.
"Maybe I should come back later," he suggested.
"No," Ginny almost shrieked. The second voice inside of her had won. She would tell him now, no matter how much she didn't want to.
"Um….Ok," said Harry.
Ginny patted a spot on her bed. "Sit," she said.
"I need to ask you something," he said as he sat down, at the same time as she said, " I need to tell you something."
"Go ahead, Harry"
"You sure?" She nodded. "Okay. I've been trying to ask you this for way too long now. I don't know how or why, but I've realized that you're the girl for me. This doesn't sound like something I'd say, I know. I've never felt this way for another girl, including Cho. I'd do anything for you, including severely hurt Malfoy, as you saw earlier." They both smiled, but Ginny looked close to tears.
"What I'm trying to ask you, I guess, is if you will be my girlfriend. If not, I understand. It's not that big of a deal, even though I kind of already made it sound like it is, but don't worry about it."
He looked into her eyes, and immediately knew he's said something wrong. Silent tears were pouring down her face, and she looked as if someone had just died.
Ginny wanted so much to say yes, to agree to be what she had wanted to be since she had first laid eyes on Harry. She couldn't bring herself to do that, however, without him knowing the truth.
"I can't do that Harry," she started as his face immediately revealed his hurt, "without you knowing something."
He seemed to cheer up greatly, and looked prepared to hear anything. Nothing could be as horrible as Ginny saying no to him right then. As long as she was with him, anything she said could be handled.
"Go on, then. What is it," he said.
She hesitated. If he turned away from her, she would be devastated. 'Please don't go away,' she thought. 'You'll break my heart'
"Harry….I have a--- a disease."
"What," he said a bit louder than intended. She cringed.
"You know when Tom Riddle had me down in the chamber, and I was drained of everything inside of me?" He nodded. "Well, apparently my body was so defenseless that I got…very sick."
"But Ginny, you were fine until now!"
"The disease takes 2 to 3 years to affect the person. Madam Pomfrey just told me about a month ago that I had it, when I went down to the hospital wing because of a really bad stomachache. There aren't any magical remedies that can help it, at least none known."
Harry's mind was teeming with this information. He was confused beyond belief. But there was one thing that he needed to know.
"Is it terminal?"
Ginny didn't want to answer it. 'Please, please don't make me answer. I need a way out of this!' she thought.
"Ginny?"
She gulped. "Yes, I have until the middle of my 6th year, according to Madam Pomfrey." Harry's face turned many different shades of green, then it went white.
Ginny began to cry again, and Harry felt like doing the same. He was too empty right then, though, and no tears came to his eyes. He felt as though everything important was going to be taken from him. He knew, however, that it was certainly much harder on her than him. Suddenly he found words.
"Well then," he said, his voice quavering wildly, "we'll just have to make these last few months the best that you've had, won't we?"
Ginny smiled through her sobs. He would stay with her. Harry wasn't going to turn his back on her.
"Thank you so much Ha-." She was interrupted when he placed his finger on her lips.
He leaned in and kissed her lightly, bringing new tears to her eyes.
"I will never leave you, Ginny. You are my life."
With that she said he should go talk to Hermione and Ron before they suspected something and came up there too. Reluctantly he got up from the bed, kissed her forehead and headed for the door. He stopped as he remembered something.
"Ginny?"
"Yeah?"
"You never answered me. Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Certainly, Harry. I'd love to." She laughed.
After he left, she sighed. She was incredibly relieved. She remembered something them, though. She had told Harry and not Ron. What if Harry said something to him? She was worried, but not enough to move. Exhausted, she drifted off into the first peaceful sleep she had had in a month.
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Allright folks, this is incredibly long for me and rather stupid, but it's OK. It'll get better from here, this was just obviously a necessary chapter to the story. Almost 1700 words guys, congratulate me, and don't always expect this of me. I figured I owed it to the 2 reviewers I had on my first chapter, and I apologize to them both. I will update soon as possible. The more reviews I get, the faster I will update. I don't care if you hated it, humor me and review. I will love you forever. Ideas are appreciated!! Toodles, readers!
Yes, I completely forgot anything about being a Fanfiction author for an incredibly long amount of time, for those who are wondering. Therefore, I am creating a second chapter almost a year after the first, but it's OK, because I will try my best to not forget this time. If I do, you have my permission to bombard me with e-mails and threaten me incessantly. Well then, onwards!
My Angel, My Only
You Are My Life
Ginny felt tears welling up in her eyes as she walked back towards the castle. She had told everyone in her family except Ron, who she wanted to tell along with Harry. The rest of her family had promised to support her and guide her through all the difficult times she would encounter. She had also told Hermione, who had cried along with her and told her that no matter what happened, she would always be there. Why, then, did she have a sneaking suspicion that Harry wouldn't want to be around her once he knew?
Her mother had suggested that she tell everyone who she was close to as soon as possible, but it wasn't turning out to be as simple as it had sounded. She had attempted numerous times to get Harry and Ron together and let them know. Once, she had even made them stop in the middle of a game of Wizards' Chess and move to the chairs by the fire. When they did as requested, and were both patiently awaiting her explanation, however, she had lost her nerve and run up the stairs to the girls' dormitory. Ron and Harry had been completely bewildered, but they hadn't pressed the matter.
Ever since then, they had caught her doing strange things such as looking at them out of the corner of her eye, or completely changing personality in the middle of a conversation. She knew that they were beginning to think she had gone mad. Hermione had told her that they were joking about how she would need a visit to St. Mungo's soon.
By the end of these thoughts, Ginny had reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. It took her a few moments to collect herself and recall the password.
"Quivering Quaffles," she muttered.
The Fat Lady seemed to be on a Quidditch kick lately. The last few weeks passwords had been "Benevolent Broomsticks", "Sniveling Snitches" and "Blooming Bludgers." None of them really made any sense, but nobody had cared, as long as they could remember them.
Ginny went to retrieve a book from her trunk and then returned to the deserted common room. She would rather be back outside with the rest of the Hogwart's students, but she couldn't bear to see Harry again. She settled down into a comfortable chair, and became absorbed into the book. All of her cares and worries were temporarily forgotten.
When Harry entered the common room later in the day, Ginny was once again nowhere to be found. He saw Hermione at a nearby table. He figured he would ask her, since she had come in earlier to do some Arithmancy extra credit.
"Hermione, have you seen Ginny? She seems to be pulling lots of disappearing acts lately."
"Yes, she was the only one in here when I came in. I tried to talk to her but she said she was tired and decided to go to sleep early," Hermione said.
'That's strange,' thought Harry. Ginny was usually one of the last people in Gryffindor Tower to go to sleep, especially on Saturday nights such as this was. He decided to go see if anything was wrong. He started to climb the staircase to the girls' dormitories, when he was stopped by a voice from behind him.
"Hey 'Arry," Ron shouted from across the common room, his mouth full of food acquired from the kitchen. "Wrong staircase, my friend."
Harry chose to ignore the remark and made his way the rest of the way upstairs. He looked at the labels on each of the doors, and opened the one bearing the name "5th year."
Ginny looked up as he walked in.
"Hi," she said unsurely.
"Hey, Gin. I have to talk to you about something."
Sirens were going off inside Ginny's head. 'Tell him to get out,' one part of her said. 'Let him know what's going on now, don't procrastinate any longer,' said another.
Harry could tell that Ginny was having conflicting emotions. He decided that he should probably leave, and that they could have this conversation later if she wanted to. It wasn't important enough that he needed to tell her right then.
"Maybe I should come back later," he suggested.
"No," Ginny almost shrieked. The second voice inside of her had won. She would tell him now, no matter how much she didn't want to.
"Um….Ok," said Harry.
Ginny patted a spot on her bed. "Sit," she said.
"I need to ask you something," he said as he sat down, at the same time as she said, " I need to tell you something."
"Go ahead, Harry"
"You sure?" She nodded. "Okay. I've been trying to ask you this for way too long now. I don't know how or why, but I've realized that you're the girl for me. This doesn't sound like something I'd say, I know. I've never felt this way for another girl, including Cho. I'd do anything for you, including severely hurt Malfoy, as you saw earlier." They both smiled, but Ginny looked close to tears.
"What I'm trying to ask you, I guess, is if you will be my girlfriend. If not, I understand. It's not that big of a deal, even though I kind of already made it sound like it is, but don't worry about it."
He looked into her eyes, and immediately knew he's said something wrong. Silent tears were pouring down her face, and she looked as if someone had just died.
Ginny wanted so much to say yes, to agree to be what she had wanted to be since she had first laid eyes on Harry. She couldn't bring herself to do that, however, without him knowing the truth.
"I can't do that Harry," she started as his face immediately revealed his hurt, "without you knowing something."
He seemed to cheer up greatly, and looked prepared to hear anything. Nothing could be as horrible as Ginny saying no to him right then. As long as she was with him, anything she said could be handled.
"Go on, then. What is it," he said.
She hesitated. If he turned away from her, she would be devastated. 'Please don't go away,' she thought. 'You'll break my heart'
"Harry….I have a--- a disease."
"What," he said a bit louder than intended. She cringed.
"You know when Tom Riddle had me down in the chamber, and I was drained of everything inside of me?" He nodded. "Well, apparently my body was so defenseless that I got…very sick."
"But Ginny, you were fine until now!"
"The disease takes 2 to 3 years to affect the person. Madam Pomfrey just told me about a month ago that I had it, when I went down to the hospital wing because of a really bad stomachache. There aren't any magical remedies that can help it, at least none known."
Harry's mind was teeming with this information. He was confused beyond belief. But there was one thing that he needed to know.
"Is it terminal?"
Ginny didn't want to answer it. 'Please, please don't make me answer. I need a way out of this!' she thought.
"Ginny?"
She gulped. "Yes, I have until the middle of my 6th year, according to Madam Pomfrey." Harry's face turned many different shades of green, then it went white.
Ginny began to cry again, and Harry felt like doing the same. He was too empty right then, though, and no tears came to his eyes. He felt as though everything important was going to be taken from him. He knew, however, that it was certainly much harder on her than him. Suddenly he found words.
"Well then," he said, his voice quavering wildly, "we'll just have to make these last few months the best that you've had, won't we?"
Ginny smiled through her sobs. He would stay with her. Harry wasn't going to turn his back on her.
"Thank you so much Ha-." She was interrupted when he placed his finger on her lips.
He leaned in and kissed her lightly, bringing new tears to her eyes.
"I will never leave you, Ginny. You are my life."
With that she said he should go talk to Hermione and Ron before they suspected something and came up there too. Reluctantly he got up from the bed, kissed her forehead and headed for the door. He stopped as he remembered something.
"Ginny?"
"Yeah?"
"You never answered me. Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Certainly, Harry. I'd love to." She laughed.
After he left, she sighed. She was incredibly relieved. She remembered something them, though. She had told Harry and not Ron. What if Harry said something to him? She was worried, but not enough to move. Exhausted, she drifted off into the first peaceful sleep she had had in a month.
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Allright folks, this is incredibly long for me and rather stupid, but it's OK. It'll get better from here, this was just obviously a necessary chapter to the story. Almost 1700 words guys, congratulate me, and don't always expect this of me. I figured I owed it to the 2 reviewers I had on my first chapter, and I apologize to them both. I will update soon as possible. The more reviews I get, the faster I will update. I don't care if you hated it, humor me and review. I will love you forever. Ideas are appreciated!! Toodles, readers!