And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you baby
Ginny sat on her bed, her clothes drying stiff with salt from the lake. She hadn't even bothered to change after she came in. She was thinking hard. Those eyes had been so scarily familiar, so cold and....harsh. She couldn't understand why someone whose eyes said that they hated her would bother to save her life. Or steal it. She didn't know what they would want in return for saving her. At that moment, Hermione walked in and stood in the doorway. "Um, Gin? Can we talk?" Her voice was hesitant, her palms sweaty. She fiddled with the doorknob." Look, don't do this to me. I'm sorry. I- fine then. Ignore me." her voice cracked, and she fled from the room.
I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song is my sorry
She sat at the window of the common room overlooking the lake. Its stormy gray surface was intimidating. The color matched those eyes so perfectly. It scared her badly to think that she had almost been lost to those waters. Footsteps behind her woke her from her trance. She whirled to look into those eyes. Those frightening eyes. She was surprised to see a hint of friendliness in them. "Kiss me, Ginny Weasley." The voice said. "Wha-"Her mouth was taken in his, passionately. She went limp, and she kissed back hard. Their tongues danced hotly together in her mouth. They came up for air, and she took his face in her hands. "Who are you? I- let me see..." She made to lift his mask and he pushed her hand back, gently. "Not yet, Ginny Weasley." "Wait- I think I love you." She covered her face in shame. "Do not be embarrassed. I will come again" and he disappeared in a whirl of black cloak.