Unrequited Love Chapter 9: Here Without You, a harry potter fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own this song nor do I own the characters...I only wish I did

Here Without You lyrics

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face

Ginny sat alone in her cold, dark room, not wanting to face the beautiful day that Hermione would never get to experience. She felt so guilty and so worthless, as though her heart had been ripped out. She visited Hermione's lakeside grave everyday. It was now covered in growing gardenia flowers, but nobody trimmed them. It was a beautiful final resting place in Mrs Weasley's own opinion. It shouldn't have to be a final resting place in Ginny's own opinion. There were so many perfect days Hermione would never see, so many moments she would miss.

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me

It was just so unfair. Ginny felt guilty because of the fact she got to grow up, get married and have children whilst Hermione lay still in the cold, hard ground. She hadn't left her room in the days since Hermione's death. She had barricaded the door and nobody had tried to violate her privacy other then Mrs Weasley, who was concerned for her daughter's welfareGinny had only had a few cups of green tea since that fateful day. How could she eat when Hermione would never get to experience anything like this ever again. A sudden tap at the door startled Ginny out of her thoughts.

The miles just keep rollin'
As the people leave their way to say hello
I've heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go

"Ginny?" came Harry's soft voice. The tap sounded again "Please let me in, Gin" Harry was not demanding this of her, he was simply asking. Ginny stood up glumly and pulled the chair away from the door handle. Harry opened the door, closed it again and placed the chair back where it had been. He sat down on the end of Ginny's messy, unmade bed. He looked up at her and said "I know you loved her Gin but Hermione-" Ginny held up her hand to cut him off. She didn't wan to hear that Hermione didn't love her back. Harry said "I wasn't going to say that Ginny", as if reading her mind.

"I was just going to say" Harry continued "that Hermione wouldn't want you to be missing out on your life for her. She'd want you to be happy, not wallowing in self-pity in this cold dark room" Ginny wiped away the tears that had sprung up at the mere mention of Hermione. She knew that Harry was right but the pain was still so fresh, so raw. She nodded and choked out "I know but it hurts so bad Harry..." She leaned forward and he enfolded her in a warm embrace. Ginny sobbed openly onto Harry's shirt and he didn't interrupt her until she could cry no more.

Everything I know, and anywhere I go
It gets hard but it wont take away my love
And when the last one falls
When it's all said and done
It gets hard but it wont take away my love

Finally, when her throat almost closed up from tears, Ginny stopped crying. She felt immensely relieved after crying so many tears she had held back. Harry was quietly whispering "shh it'll be o.k" and running his fairs through her hair. She looked up to see he had tears in his eyes as well but they weren't falling. "You have to eat Ginny" He said to her, in a remarkably calm voice. She nodded and allowed herself to be pulled up from the bed. Harry lead her to the top of the stairs. She inhaled deeply, willing herself to do this. She walked down the stairs with Harry and into the kitchen.

Ginny knew this was only the first of many steps on the road to recovery. She knew she was still grieving but she was doing that in her own special way. As Harry sat across from her, beaming proudly, she felt extremely lucky to even know him. Mrs Weasley sat a plate of eggs down in front of her. She picked up her knife and fork and took a small square out of it. As she chewed Harry clapped her on the back and whispered so only she could hear "I knew you could do it" She smiled at him and continued to eat. She knew, somewhere in her heart that Hermione would be proud of her for moving on.

Read and Review. This is the final chapter, although I have an epilouge planned. Tell me if theirs anything you would like in the epilouge and i'll include it somehow.