Waiting.
Ginny Weasley sat alone in her bedroom, looking out of her window down the lane that stretched towards Ottery St Catchpole, but not really seeing it, as her mind was already full to allow room for anything else, full of a boy, the boy, Harry Potter.
She had been pondering the same thing all week, what if Dumbledore hadn't died, she and Harry would still be together, right? She had known this kind of thing would happen sooner or later, it was bound to, but after such a short time together, it had hurt more than she could say; they were so close.
She was worried for him, she knew he had to go after Voldemort, she had recently decided on using his proper name, another thing about Harry and herself, they rubbed off on each other like chalk on a blackboard.
She didn't know what he had to do exactly, she only knew it would be hard for him, and that he was facing danger in his task, she wondered all the time what it was, but wouldn't ask him when she saw him, which would be sometime later, when her father, Ron, Hermione and Lupin returned from Privet Drive with him.
She felt distraught about Harry having to spend a week with those awful muggles; she wondered how he was feeling, terrible, of course, with the death of Dumbledore so fresh in his mind
But she wondered if he felt unhappy without the break-up, like she did.
She scolded herself for being so selfish, why was she acting like a spoilt girl who had just been dumped by her precious boyfriend.
But then she halted in her thoughts, was she being that selfish? Yes, I am, she insisted, but was she? She had liked for him for nearly five years, and he knew it, and she loved every moment of her life while she was with him, even the hours she spent poring over a book , preparing for her exams, which never even came wish I'd known that would happen, she thought savagely, I would have had more time with Harry.
She hoped, wherever he was, that he would be okay, and that no harm would come to him, and that he would live long enough to destroy Voldemort, save the wizarding world and return to her, gather her in his arms and claim her as his own again.
She would wait for him, she had waited for nearly five years, and she would carry on waiting for him, no matter how long she takes, even if the wait turns her old and wrinkly, she would wait.
She didn'trealise it, but Ginevra Weasley was in love, and had been since the age of eleven, when her black-haired, bespectacled knight in blood-stained robes had snatched her from the jaws of death. Ginevra Weasley was in love with Harry Potter.
(A/N) i was thinking of just doing a one-shot as my first fic, but i thought that i didn't want to do that after all, so i started this, instead i don't really care if you like it or not, but i would like lots of reviews, and give me hell if you want to, i won't update if people don't like it, so please give me your views.