Chapter 7
T2 - The Second Diary (continued)
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Sept 6th
I hate this - I hate what I've somehow done. I would give anything to take back those words I said last year, the words that pushed her away from me. What was I even thinking? The whole world knows how much I care about Ron and Hermione, but they haven't exactly been hurt by Voldemort, have they?
I was so close today, so close to taking it back. It was a wonderfully warm day, so Ginny and I decided to go put on swimsuits and spend the afternoon at the Great Lake. I think I'm going to skip writing any details about what went through my head when I saw her in her new two-piece swimsuit, mostly because if Ron ever happened to find this, he'd probably kill me if I wrote them down.
We'd playfully swam and waded in the water for about an hour before we collapsed down next to each other on the sand, looking out onto the lake. I turned to face her, and then I saw how close our faces were to each other. I could see it in her eyes, could see what she wanted - she wanted me to lean forward, to kiss her, to put my arms around her.
I wanted that too, I wanted it so badly. But I bowed my head, looking down at the sand, and mumbled that I was sorry.
I think... I think I don't want her to see me as weak. If I had kissed her, if I had followed my heart, she would always wonder if it was because I didn't have the strength to stay away from her for her own safety. I know now how stupid what I said a year ago was, but she might think I'm putting my love of her over her safety. As much as it hurts, especially thinking about that kiss that almost-was, I can't let her think that about me... which means I have absolutely no clue what I'm supposed to do now.
Ginny looked up from the diary, tears welling in her eyes, both of happiness and pain. She'd been hurt by that kiss that almost-was as well, a sense of rejection coursing through her when he looked away from her eyes guiltily. She doubted that she had ever felt worse than that single moment when his eyes dropped from hers. But more than that, she'd agreed with what he wrote - them not being together didn't make any sense to her, either.
She wiped her tears away, not able to contain the hope that was shining through her, and tucked the diary away in her dresser before going out to the commons.
"Hi, Ginny," Harry called to her, a smile on his face.
Ginny didn't waste any words; she walked up to him, curled one hand around his back and the other around behind his head. "Harry, I love you," she whispered, and softly brushed her lips against his, tenderly and gently kissing him.
She could feel him welcoming it for a few seconds, but when the kiss faded away, he whispered in a sad and guilty voice, "Ginny..."
"Sshhhh..." she whispered back. She smiled, and quietly kissed him once again. She felt that he didn't seem to know what to do, that he was in some sort of mental struggle. But she wasn't going to back away, now that she knew just what thoughts were plaguing him.
"It's ok, Harry," she whispered into his ear, cradling him. "Those words might have made sense last year, but they don't any more, do they? I want to be with you - I want to be near you."
She let out a noise of relieved happiness when he nodded, and they finally shared a slow mutual kiss that didn't seem to want to fade away. And Ginny knew that even if the kiss itself did, the memory of it would last forever.
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Teresa missed the eyeroll of her husband at the rather fluffy ending, mostly due to the content of George's writing. She was all at once blushing, amused, upset, and... well, excited at it.
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