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A/N – Note this isn't a particularly good one shot…it just wouldn't leave me a-bloody-lone! Enjoy it though and leave me a really nice review if you would x
DreamsGinny loved to talk about her dreams.
All of them, be they daydreams, fantasies, ambitions, what she dreamt of while she slept, anything, she just loved to talk about her dreams. Her favourite dreams were of Harry and he knew it. When he had defeated Voldemort and returned to the wizarding world a hero, she had told him of her dreams that they would be together again. Of course this happened and now three years on they were still together, still going strong and every day she would tell him a little more about what she had dreamed of their future.
Usually it would be of him proposing, at long last. He knew she wanted to get married and she took great delight in telling him about all the different ways she had imagined him finally popping the question. This, more often than not, would lead on to the talk of marriage and she could describe in intricate detail all the different weddings she had imagined. Then onto the future and when they had children who would look unmistakably like their mother but still hold their father's eyes.
Harry would smile and nod and assure her that someday all her dreams would come to pass. But he never told her his dreams. She had pointed it out a hundred times or more but still he kept silent of his dreams. He would never tell her, he could never bring himself to tell her of what it was he dreamt.
He dreamt of love, because he had never been more in love with anyone in his life…it just wasn't Ginny.
In his dreams her beautiful head of red hair was replaced with someone else's sleek blond hair. When he imagined looking into her eyes he found himself staring into a sea of piercing blue. When he thought of them kissing, it was never the usual soft, gentle kisses that she adored, instead it was wild, passionate just like the one he had shared with his secret love all those years ago. And when he thought of them lying beside each other, sheets tangled as they whispered sweet nothings to each other, it was never her name on his lips. It was always 'Draco.'
Funny how it had only taken their entire seven years of Hogwarts for them to finally put the past behind them and admit their feelings for each other. Funny how it had taken them seven years to actually call each other by their names, rather than spitting the surname out as if it left a horrible taste in their mouth. Funny how after all the fights and arguments, after all the competition and rivalry they had finally realised that they were totally and utterly hopelessly in love with each other. And funny how when they finally admitted it, when they finally gave in, when they finally swore to be together forever, Draco was killed by his very own father at the orders of Lord Voldemort.
That had been why Harry had fought so bitterly and when Voldemort had finally let out his dying gasp, had cried so much. Those around him were sympathetic, he's just killed the man who murdered his parents, the man who lost him his godfather, the man who tore the wizarding world apart. Voldemort is dead and Harry is left with the memory of all those he loved and lost, he had every right to cry. His parents, Sirius, everyone had been avenged he could let it all out now, this flood of emotion. But he wasn't crying for them. There was only one he was crying for, the one who should have been there to see the world at peace again, the one who should have shared it with him, the one whom he loved more than anyone or anything in the world.
That's why Harry could never share his dreams with Ginny. Because in his dreams it wasn't Ginny he loved.
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