"I know, it was quite shocking to me, also," he stated matter-of-factly. Finally, she grinned, her elbows resting on her knees as she clasped her hands together. She nearly started laughing. She look into the fire, then at him, then back into the fire. Then, she really did laugh.
"Well, Draco," she said after she'd finally regained her composure. "I've got a bit of a thing for you, too." Suddenly her mind went hurdling back to the reason she was sitting here, alone, with Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, but Harry." Her hand covered her lips.
"I'm not going to force you into anything at all, Gin, but I'm not ashamed to be publicly involved with you if you'd wish it to be that way. My father's in prison, no one will harm you, and I could care less about what other people might say." Ginny caught his eyes, holding his gaze, but she was really looking past him, into the depths of her own mind. Trying to form a plan.
"Harry," she said distantly, "I know I used to love him. But now, he's so different." She thought for another long moment. "Okay." Draco seemed shocked but he finally nodded.
"And you're sure? I don't want you making an impulse decision just because you're angry with Potter."
"No, I'm sure," she said shaking her head. "I think whatever was between us before is gone now."
She screams when I'm away.
She's been gone before.
I worried all the time, why worry anymore?
Now I go away.
Now I know today.
Ginny returned to Gryffindor Tower later that night. She immediately headed up to Harry's prefect dorm. She knocked lightly on the door and heard a strangled voice invite her in. Harry instantly stood as she entered, moving towards her with his arms open.
"Ginny I"
"No, Harry," she put a hand up and held off his hug. "I need to talk to you." He felt a stab to his chest but he motioned for her to sit.
"What is it, Gin?" he sounded concerned.
"Harry, I just don't think this is going to work," she sighed. "Things have changed so much between us. I can't pretend like this anymore. I want to end it, Harry, I need to." Her chest tightened as she watched a tear slide down his cheek. He sighed heavily and his head fell. Then, he began to nod.
"You're right," he said, sucking in a tight breath before speaking. "Things have changed, Ginny. Maybe not for the best, but they've most certainly changed. I understand." She was shocked at how kind he was, to not argue, to not yell and scream at her.
"Thank you, Harry. You deserve someone better, anyway." He laughed softly.
"I can't say that I agree with you there, but I'll respect what you want, Ginny." He stood and wiped his tears away quickly, hoping she hadn't noticed. "Goodbye, Gin."
"Goodbye, Harry."
I picked out your star, turned night to day.
A simple whisper from your voice, andI fade away.
You wished for love.
You pushed me away.
Your love for me was everything I need, the air I breathe.
Harry heard the door close yet again. He slumped into a nearby chair, tears threatening to pour from his eyes, from his heart, but he held them in. He thought back to all the times she'd said that she loved him, all the times that she'd said that she always would. One particular memory flooded his mind, playing like a movie.
Had had interrupted the most important part of whatever book she'd been reading but he didn't care, and he didn't think she would either. He was carrying a small piece of parchment in his left hand, and in his right, he held hers. They were running, or more accurately, he was pulling her across a large field near the Borrow. She laughed and implored him to tell her what they were doing.
"Harry! It's nearly midnight, what are we doing out here?" she giggled. He just smiled and winked.
"You'll see," he said. He glanced up at the night sky, studying it carefully. Finally, he slowed down and stopped. They were both panting, and she looked up, too, trying to see what he was looking at.
"There!" he said, pointing up. "There it is!" She strained to follow his finger.
"There /what/ is?" He laughed and pulled her towards him, her back resting against his chest. He continued to point, whispering into her ear.
"There, Ginny, you see that star?" She nodded, smiling. He brought the parchment around so she could look at it. "That's /your/ star, Gin." She gasped, reading the parchment.
Star name: Virginia
"You named a star after me?" she squealed, turning in his arms to plant a soft kiss on his lips. He laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Well, you're my little star, of course!" he said, grinning. She kissed him again, for a long time, before pulling away.
"I love you," she said, letting her lips brush against his, "I always will."
"I love you, too."
There she goes.
There she goes.
There she goes.