17. Howling
The forest was dark, mysterious. It was their meeting place, but deep down, Ginny hated it. She hated the cold, empty feelings it gave her as she sat under the tree. It was forbidden, which gave it it's namesake.
Forbidden. Just like everything she did recently. The love she felt, the secrets she kept, the lies she told. It was all fake and wrong and she hated every minute of it. She hated how dirty it made her feel it do this. She just wanted to be good, but that wasn't what made her happy.
Wolves howled in the forest and her fear spiked. That was her predominent emotion these days. Fear of her family, fear of his family, fear of him. He could make or break her and it terrified her to no end.
The howling continued as he made his way toward her and as she watched his beautiful blonde hair shine in the moonlight and saw the way his eyes lit up when he saw her waiting, she could ignore the howling. She could ignore the darkness and the worry and the fear.
Because he loved her. That was all that mattered.