Stuck
Harry Potter fell in love with Ginny Weasley during the summer after his seventh year at Hogwarts. It was a hot, hazy summer, with long, sun-baked afternoons and slow kisses and dazed murmurs.
There was a war outside but in the dark corners of 12 Grimmauld Place there was only hushed laughter and heavy breathing. There were long glances across the table and secret smiles and flushed faces that nobody seemed to notice.
But summer faded away and reality came crashing back and the space between them became startlingly clear. Ginny was going back to school and Harry was going off to fight for his life, for all of their lives. He sat on her bed, watching her silently as she packed her things. She was listless and tired and sweaty and beautiful, and he knew he had to let her go.
She saw him watching and shook her head. "You don't have to say anything."
"I want to."
"Harry -"
"Look, I'm -"
"If you say you might not make it through this war, Harry Potter, I will hex you into a million pieces," Ginny said roughly, throwing books violently into her trunk.
"If you don't want to wait, I don't want to make you," he said quietly.
She stopped throwing the books and stared into her trunk instead. He waited and held his breath, and when she spoke again her voice was shaky.
"It's not that I don't want to."
The bottom dropped out of his heart and he said, "Right. Right, then." He stood up quickly.
She turned around and her eyes were bright. "I just can't."
"All right." He was halfway out the door, wishing he could sink through the floor. His chest squeezed tighter and tighter until he wasn't sure he would ever breathe or speak again, he felt like he might crack -
"But I can't not, either." Pain streaked her face, tears filled her eyes, and then he was clutching her, kissing her, murmuring softly - thank you, I'm sorry, I promise...
"Don't promise," she whispered against his lips. "Don't make promises you can't keep." She kissed him and took a deep, shuddering breath. He wiped away her tears with his thumb.
"Are you sure?"
"It wouldn't be any easier," she said, shaking her head. "I'd rather it be... I'd rather know..."
"I know," Harry said, and he did. "Gin, I... I..."
But the words got stuck in his throat.
A/N: Will update soon, as soon as finals are over. I don't know how many chapters this will have, and it may be a little confusing, but not overly much, so don't worry. Reviews would be highly appreciated and would probably help with my writer's block
