Disclaimer: DO NOT OWN STUFF
AN> please reveiw, i really want to know what people think of this one
She thought she could write, at least, people always told her she could. But right then she couldn't figure out what to put down next. There was the sentence looming at her, just waiting to be connected into some greater force, but nothing came.
She wanted to do things that she never thought of before. She wanted to punch him, and yet she wanted to hold him in her arms and never let him go. She wanted to apologise for being such an amazing arse, and yet she was too proud to let anyone see it.
This was meant to be something to help her, something to get her mind off things. But it didn't somehow. Somehow this was meaningless trash that was floating through her mind and it just sort of, poured onto the page like coffee or cocoa. She had spent the past year making everyone around her feel better, and yet, there was nothing left for herself. She couldn't explain anything for once in her life and it was slowly killing her. She knew it, she'd never said it aloud before because, to be perfectly honest, it scared her witless.
She looked around the room, it wasn't her room, her brothers room, any room in her house actually. It was a plain room, a room devoid of all familiarity. It was the room of requirement. It was clean, stark clean, clean to the point of just plain freakish. There was a white desk, a white chair, white paper, white quills. This is somehow what she required. She'd asked for somewhere quiet, somewhere where she wouldn't be disturbed, she got what she'd asked for.
Somehow she wished that there was a way to put down all her problems and figure them out one by one, but that was it. She didn't know what her problems where, only that she had them. People told her that this was the age when you figure out where you going and who you are, well if it was then she wasn't going anywhere. She wished that there was some spell, some Lifus Figuroutis charm that would do it all for her and then she'd be able to have the cool air of Hermione, or the confidence of her brother Ron, or the bravery of Harry…Harry yet another of her problems.
Why couldn't boys be easy, they always complain that the girls are the hard ones, they know nothing. You try buying a birthday present for the guy that saved the wizarding world!
She needed to figure out where she was meant to go from here, what she was going to do. But then the door to the room opened, and one of her problems walked in.
"Gin? Are you alright? You sort of stormed off back there," Harry looked at her, his green eyes making her feel giddy. She nodded and then when she raised her head she saw him inches from her face. "Then why are you crying?" he asked wiping her tears away with his hand.
"I don't know, that's why I'm crying," she whispered and without warning he kissed her as if there was no such thing as time or duty.
She collapsed in his arms. It would be wrong to say that it was all better, just being there, but it did help. As did the trip to Hogsmeade later that afternoon with the others.
She went back to that room again, a week later and wrote down her problems
How can I keep up my marks with Harry around?
How can I keep helping everyone else when she wants to scream at them?
How can I tell her friends that this isn't the time? OR that she isn't in the mood?
With each one she found a solution that worked, at least for now. But it wasn't meant to be easy, that's one thing she realised. It wasn't meant to be easy, it was meant to make you think.