Nightingale – Ginny
Ginny hated school now. Neville and Hermione were gone. Draco was gone. She couldn't even watch him anymore. She was worried about him. She wondered if he had become a death eater. She didn't really care.
Everyone kept telling her to stop worrying about him. Everyone kept telling her he wasn't worth worrying about. Everyone kept telling her that a lot of things. She never listened anymore.
They never told her anything about the war. They never told her anything about what was going on. They never told her anything. They sent her off to school because she would be safe there. Where they would send her when she graduated she didn't know, but she was certain they wouldn't let her fight.
She was the baby. She was the girl. She had to be protected. Forget the fact that she could throw a better hex than half of the people that had survived the first war. Forget the fact that she had a personal score to settle with Tom. Forget the fact that she was a born fighter. No, she would never get anywhere near the war.
She wondered if Draco would. She wondered if he would find a way out of it. She knew he didn't want to fight. She knew he didn't believe in what they were fighting for. She knew all he cared about was survival.
What she didn't know was why she cared about him so much if she knew he was so selfish. What she didn't know what why she cared about him so much even though he left her. What she didn't know was why she loved him.
They had only been friends for a year. How did she fall in love with him? She had only been fifteen. It had been a year and a half. Why did she still feel this way for him? Because he understood her. Because she understood him. Because they trusted each other, complimented each other, completed each other. That's why.
She wondered if she would ever see him again. She heard a nightingale in the distance and wanted to fly away behind it.