Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. This narration, however, is from listening to music. It was written while listening to "Far Away" by Nickelback.
"Mindless"
"Ginny," say I, tapping her on the shoulder,
To which she ignores me as if I never called for her,
She, staring out the rain that pours outside the window,
In a habit of hers that she can't away throw.
I know who she's thinking about, and it's undeniable,
The rampant moodiness that makes her seem unstable,
Is all based around a lover who could be dead now,
But that thought of him dying she doesn't allow.
He is her knight disappeared, somewhere out there gone,
Trekking with Hermione and her brother, Ron,
Aiming for something he never told her in detail,
Maybe because the worry would come that he'd fail.
I call out to her again, and tap a bit harder,
"It's time for class!", I say, but she doesn't stir,
Until a moment later, she touches her forehead,
And as to following me to class, she faints instead.
A friend passing by us is Neville, to which I make my plea,
To take ahold of her and carry her with me,
And with him we bring the lass to the hospital,
With no moment of ours given to stall.
Moments later while on the hospital bed, she wakes,
With a sort of unhealthiness, she aches,
To which the nurse quietly asks when she's last had food,
Only to be answered by Ginny herself, "No need to brood."
Ginny gains composure and says, "It's nothing, I'll deal,
But the nurse notes it'll take awhile for her to heal,
For the girl has a fever, it's quite apparent,
And to not stay in bed would be, to her health, errant.
I and Neville agree, and the nurse goes off to get some medicine,
We tell her that we notice the unhealthy pale of her skin,
That she should eat and get some rest,
But she tells us not to treat her as in some jest.
She begins to mumble, "If only he were near,
And closes her eyes with something falling down her cheek, a tear,
To which Neville notes, "They'll be back,
With a tone that does not, of sympathy, lack.
I look at Neville, as he looks on at the girl whose eyes are closed,
And it's noticeable, the feeling he never, with anyone disclosed,
He looks on like a lover, but he's not,
And I assume the urge to tell Ginny of it, he has fought.
I wonder to myself whether things will turn out alright,
And when there will be, for all us, a bit of peace in sight,
My mind begins to wander, I look towards outside, instead of Neville,
And with all those memories does my recollection fill.
The thought of his smile fills my brain, and I can't ignore it,
A silent love for him that I dare not admit,
It seems that with these thoughts I hadn't heard a voice nearby,
Which was waiting for, from me, a reply.
"Luna?" Neville notes for possibly the third time out loud,
Bringing me out of a trance that fogged my mind like a cloud,
"We should be getting to class, right?" I reply,
He nods, and we both turn to Ginny to note a momentary "Good-bye".
We leave, in a quiet sort of way,
Although, I think longer, is how Neville wished to stay,
We are both in love, but not with each other,
For he loves Ginny, and I her brother.
Author's note: It kind of got mixed up when halfway through...I have no doubt that the lines are a bit stiff/corny, but I tried to keep with the rhyming. If I think of any better stanza, I'll later change the last one.