Grace
We were alone together for the first time. The chaos around us finally subsided. Our eyes locked.
""So do you hate me?""
""Not you, per se…I hate the way your hair falls in your face, and I hate the way your voice gets really low when your serious," I whispered, "And I hate the way you bite your bottom lip when your nervous," he was doing that, and stopped, "And the way your eyebrow goes whoo," I demonstrated, "like that, I hate that.""
""So that's it? You just hate the way I walk and talk and look?""
""No, that 'Jedi Mind Trick' thing, I hate that.""
""Don't give up on me,"" he whispered.
""Don't worry, I'm not. But you're going to regret ever having messed up, because I'm going to make you pay for a long, long time.""
He grinned, willing to comply.
""But first, you're going to take three steps toward me," he did. "…And you're going to wrap your arms around my waist," done, "And at the count of three, two…"" he kissed me.
Blues music began to play in the hallways of the hospital, ""We're going to dance.""
""No,"" he smiled.
""Mhmm.""
We danced goofily in the middle of the hallway. Laughing and enjoying being with each other finally. I loved him. I knew it, and I knew it was going to be a long bumpy road. The first guy always is. And always will be worth the fight.
We stopped and looked into each other's eyes. Then he kissed me again. He picked me up in an embrace and spun me around.
We went and saw Ginny and the baby. She was holding it as Draco and I looked in throught the glass. She had a girl. Her name tag said GRACE HERMIONE WEASLEY-ZAMBINI.
She was beautiful.
As I stood there, watching Ginny hold her, I wondered what kind of girl she'd be. I hoped that Grace would be a little bit of the best of all of us: Ginny's spirit, and my mother's strength, Mrs. Weasley's determination, Blaise's sly humor, and Draco's uniqueness. I wasn't sure what I could give, not just yet. But I knew, years from now, I would know. And I would lean close to her ear, saying the words no one else could hear, explaining it. The language of solace, and the girls we all become, in the end.
And when I looked at her, I was overwhelmed. She was our year, from the summer with Blaise to the winter with Draco. We would never forget.
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