Circle of Love
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Chapter Two: Ginny Weasley
Harry. I love his name. Rhythmic to the sound of my beating heart. Har-ry. Har-ry. Har-ry. I can't help but stare at him all day long. I know it's just a young crush, but I really feel I love him a lot.
He will die at a young age, due to all the dangerous stuff he does, the most dangerous, facing Voldemort over and over again. If we die together, we can have a house together in heaven! And there we will confess our love to each other and live happily ever after in our heavenly home. Or that's how I want it to be if he dies. But I'm hoping that he doesn't. Cause then he can love me here and now.
I am not scared of Harry being loved by other girls. What I am afraid of, is him loving someone other than me, that way.
Oh, how that would hurt! I can not stand seeing that. I will not stand seeing that. I will not allow that to happen. Even if it means I have to kill.
Little Ginvera Weasley has to grow up. Grow up and become stronger, no longer weak and dependant on her brothers. Can take care of herself and have the courage to overcome obstacles. Become more mature and act less childish. This is my goal.
Hopefully, after seeing me all grown up, strong and courageous, able to do anything I want, don't have to consult my brothers, Harry will see how beautiful I am and fall in love with me instantly.
Then we will go and get married, with the perfect wedding and honeymoon, and we'll buy a gigantic house and have tons of children to fill the house with and joy to fill our hearts.
Then, we'll live together happily and peacefully without any disruptions or problems until we both die together as old Grandma and Grandpa Potter. Oh yeah, after seeing what beautiful grandchildren our children have had.
No, I am not crazy. I really think it might happen. I am waiting patiently for the day Harry tells me he loves me too. But my patience is running out. Will I have to tell him myself that I love him?
I need Harry in my life. I need his love to keep me warm. I need his arms to wrap around me and his mouth to whisper soothing words in my ear. I need Harry as much as I need air: I will die without him.
Author's Note: Aw....poor Ginny...I seriously felt her pain when I typed this...READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!
Disclaimer: .....what?
Chapter Two: Ginny Weasley
Harry. I love his name. Rhythmic to the sound of my beating heart. Har-ry. Har-ry. Har-ry. I can't help but stare at him all day long. I know it's just a young crush, but I really feel I love him a lot.
He will die at a young age, due to all the dangerous stuff he does, the most dangerous, facing Voldemort over and over again. If we die together, we can have a house together in heaven! And there we will confess our love to each other and live happily ever after in our heavenly home. Or that's how I want it to be if he dies. But I'm hoping that he doesn't. Cause then he can love me here and now.
I am not scared of Harry being loved by other girls. What I am afraid of, is him loving someone other than me, that way.
Oh, how that would hurt! I can not stand seeing that. I will not stand seeing that. I will not allow that to happen. Even if it means I have to kill.
Little Ginvera Weasley has to grow up. Grow up and become stronger, no longer weak and dependant on her brothers. Can take care of herself and have the courage to overcome obstacles. Become more mature and act less childish. This is my goal.
Hopefully, after seeing me all grown up, strong and courageous, able to do anything I want, don't have to consult my brothers, Harry will see how beautiful I am and fall in love with me instantly.
Then we will go and get married, with the perfect wedding and honeymoon, and we'll buy a gigantic house and have tons of children to fill the house with and joy to fill our hearts.
Then, we'll live together happily and peacefully without any disruptions or problems until we both die together as old Grandma and Grandpa Potter. Oh yeah, after seeing what beautiful grandchildren our children have had.
No, I am not crazy. I really think it might happen. I am waiting patiently for the day Harry tells me he loves me too. But my patience is running out. Will I have to tell him myself that I love him?
I need Harry in my life. I need his love to keep me warm. I need his arms to wrap around me and his mouth to whisper soothing words in my ear. I need Harry as much as I need air: I will die without him.
Author's Note: Aw....poor Ginny...I seriously felt her pain when I typed this...READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!