Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the Harry Potter world. I do, however own the song Little Girl and it is ©2004 to me.
She sat on her bed, surrounded by darkness. The only light was the shining end of her wand, as dim as she could make it. A piece of parchment sat in front of her, covered in the scribbles of last week's homework. The quill in her hand held plenty of ink, but her mind didn't want to put her words into some semblance of order.
She thought of him. He was beautiful in her eyes; eyes that gazed at him, day after day. He was always busy doing something else, something
better. She was simply a small detail in his world. Hugging her arms around
herself, tears found their way down her face. Silence reigned around her,
and she was a part of it, making no sound. A stranger. That's how she felt
to him, to herself even.
The parchment found words, fast and furious even as they
were blotted with tears.
She sang, her voice barely a whisper. "Oh, little girl cries softly,
She must never make a sound.
She tells me all the things she feels,
But never moves her mouth.
I just want to pick her up,
And tell her it's all right,
But she won't let me touch her,
I have to watch her fight."
Someone stirred. Immediately throwing her wand under her pillow, she snatched up the parchment and pulled the covers up to her head. Only when the deepest black silence blanketed the room once again did she finally crawl out from under the covers.
He was all she thought about. All she wanted, everything she could remember. Last year, she had tricked herself into thinking he wasn't meant for her. She barely even knew him; how could she be sure he was so great for her? For the first time since she had met him, she was happy. She convinced herself, day after day, that this was right. Being with him would never happen. She had to move on. What a mess that was. Again, quill met parchment as she tried to scribble him away.
"Oh, the dark haired boys never love her back,
She cries and cries but he'll never see,
It will be a year not long from now,
Since she ever felt,
As if she could look up,
Instead of looking down."
All the tears she had never cried, everything. It was all bottled up inside. A choked sob burst from her as she buried her face in her pillow. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. She should be with him, not here all alone. She was cold, cold and alone. Her voice was all that she had.
"She tells me all the things she feels,
But never moves her mouth.
And the dark haired boys never feel the same,
So break the silence, make a sound.
Never wanted to be lonely,
Never thought she would be.
But the little girl can't help it,
She can't believe her eyes."
A fist met her pillow, landing dangerously near her ink bottle. Why couldn't he see? They were perfect for each other. She knew, had known, from the moment she heard his name, his voice, saw his face, felt his skin meet her own.
"Ooh, little girl, he loves you.
Ooh, little girls does he not?
His eyes, they just confuse you,
Keep looking on and never looking back.
She tells me all the things she feels,
But never moves her mouth.
And the dark haired boys never feel the same,
So break the silence, make a sound.
Never wanted to be lonely,
Never thought she would be.
But the little girl can't help it,
She can't believe her eyes."
She was nothing without him. A hollow shell, a blank canvas. The volume of her voice increase as she cried, invisible forever to the one thing she could see.
"Anonymous, please make a sound,
Anonymous, please make a sound,
Anonymous, please make a sound,
Anonymous, please make a sound.
Ooh, the dark haired boys never love you back."
She ripped the parchment into shreds. The ink bottle flew out of her hand,
landing in pieces, slowly seeping ink onto the cold stone floor. Cold like her heart. Soon it was joined by the quill.
She screamed. She screamed, not caring if she woke up the whole of Hogwarts. Ginny Weasley screamed for Harry Potter, the center of her universe. Ginny Weasley screamed for the love that would never be.
A/N: Well there you have it, the betaed version of this fic. Not much was changed, but personally I think it flows much better now. And guess what? That means there's TW/o chapters now, and TWICE as much reason for you to review!