S O L I L O Q U Y
"I had given up on you. It was safe to say that no one ever thought there would be a future for us, including me. Then the summer came, slowly and quietly. It was a good summer. That summer you became my friend; it was a friendship with meaning, with substance, rather than just someone to play Quidditch with, or study with, or…
"We talked. About everything—well, everything except 'us,' but we weren't 'us' because we were only friends. Do you remember how angry my brother was because you would talk to me instead of him? Did you talk with him as we did? Like when it's really late, and you're so tired that your thoughts just…leave your mind through your lips? I like when we talked like that. I always thought you to be mysterious and lost in thought, and you were…
"The summer ended, and so did those humid evenings where we spent the night talking about everything.
"Hogwarts was…different, to say the least. There was not much time for us to be together, with your extra lessons, and Quidditch, and the detentions with Snape that I always ended up receiving. But soon enough, winter break came around, and we were able to resume our talks—though they were slightly less deep than they had been during the summer, consisting mostly of Ron's skiing-injury and Hermione's persistence to be by his side. I told you muggle sports and my brother would never mix. What were you thinking?
"Do you remember on Christmas when you hugged me, and I couldn't find any words to say, so we stood around awkwardly for a good two minutes? I'm sorry. That was when my childhood crush came creeping up on me, and I really didn't know what to do. But you didn't say anything either. Was that when you changed your mind about me?
"That night you had a vision. I saw you shaking and holding your scar in pain, and I didn't really know what I was doing when I climbed into your bed and hugged you. But you didn't push me away, so I thought it was okay. You should know that the most comfortable I have ever been was when I was in your arms.
"The next day I learned a lot about destiny—mainly yours, and though it was hard news, I'm glad you told me. I couldn't help but wonder where my piece fit, where I belonged. But when you kissed me, I realized it was with you. It was my first kiss, and the truth is I'm clueless—a little bit hazy, but when I remember, I can almost taste it. It's hard to remember that day. Do you remember? It was the day the war began.
"War is no place for teenage romance; you had a job to do, and it made all the sense in the world, at the time, to quit while we were ahead. But were we really?
"When spring began, everything was different. It wasn't life anymore; it was war. There were so many lives lost, and you continued to blame yourself because you weren't ready for your destiny. I didn't see much of you after the winter snow melted.
"Suddenly, it was a year later and you told me you were going to end the war, and that the death of the war, and of Tom, may even be the death of you. That was when I told you I loved you.
"I know you're thinking, 'are you still in love with me?' Of course I am, silly, and I have been since I was eleven. I only wish…
"The Healers say that you shared part of his soul, so it's understandable for you to be like this…since he's… But, I know you'll wake up…someday…
"I miss you Harry."
Their hands were intertwined, and Ginny swore she felt the slightest squeeze.