A/N- Well this is my first time writing a Harry Potter fic besides reading many of them. Absolutely love Harry/Ginny. This is dedicated to Swishy Willow Wands. Hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
They were a mess of tangled limbs and pale skin. Two hands met each other under the surly oak tree; hiding them from the sun's sweltering gaze. She blushes. Brown eyes looked up and got lost in a sea of green. Then he smiled at her; that maddening smile that was a tint unsure and made her legs feel like jelly. And Ginny's breath caught in her throat.
You make me happy when skies are grey
It was raining. Not the fat drops that plop on your skin, but the pointy ones that are like tiny daggers falling from the sky. He hugs her and she falls into his embrace. And she knows that as long as he is there; as long as her sunshine is present, she will never be afraid of the dark. And that is enough.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you
He is standing before her in all his windswept glory. There is mud on his shoes and a shine of perspiration is evident on his face. His hair is tousled and stringy and he smells of earth and water. And in this moment Ginny never thought he looked more beautiful. He is grinning and rambling on about the different quiditch play's he used before stopping and asking your opinion- just to show how much he values your input. And it is there locked in his gaze that you realize you love him. You smile prettily and begin to go over his play's credibility and he squeezes your hand for reassurance. And you think if this isn't love, then you aren't sure what love is.
Please don't take my sunshine away
They lower him into the ground and you ignore the pitying glances thrown your way. Because your heart is shattered and there is no one to pick up the pieces. Your eyes are red rimmed and puffy but you do not cry- you don't think there is enough water left in your body to produce them. You listen but do not hear as the minister drawls on and on about how much everyone will miss him. And you know that even when he becomes nothing more than a fleeting memory for everyone else, he will always monopolize your mind. And you look pass their masks of sadness and you see that they are relieved. Relieved that the dark lord is gone, no matter the sacrifice. And they are happy that it is him instead of them. They try to vindicate their feelings and pacify their grief- who will miss a parentless boy any way? The silent question hangs in the air, daring to be answered. The funeral is quick and the number of people dwindles down until you are the last one left. The sky darkens and Ginny Potter as of two weeks and three days ago turns to go- leaving behind Harry- her dreams, her love and her sunshine with him.
And the darkness encloses.