She Will Be Loved

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

I don't know why you always acted like you loved him. I guess he made you feel safe. He gave you a place in the world. You were Ginevra Potter, wife of Harry Potter. With everything that had happened in your life, being raised dirt poor with six older brothers, being possessed by the Dark Lord himself, and the war, you needed some sense of security. You needed to feel loved, and he gave you that false feeling of love that you always thought was good enough. You were so young. You married him the moment you graduated; you never even gave yourself a chance. All the great things you could have done, with your talent, intelligence, wisdom, and passion. I always believed that you could have taken over the world if you so desired.

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I remember that day very clearly. Harry Potter's virgin bride showed up on my doorstep. It was your last day as an unmarried woman. You threw your arms around me and kissed me. At first it was hard and tense, but then it melted into pure passion. I closed the door and you jumped onto my waist and wrapped your legs around my body. I carried you over to my bed and lay you down. You looked up at me with those big brown eyes. Your flaming red hair acted as a halo of fiery waves to your face. You were so delicate and vulnerable. I was almost afraid to touch you. You were pure then. No one had ever tasted you before, not even you husband-to-be. We made love that day. I was so careful, I didn't want to hurt you. Before you left my house you turned to me and told me that you were still going to marry him, but you didn't love him. With that you left.

The next day I had to stand by and watch you marry him. If it hadn't been for my help in the war, I doubt I would have been invited. I never thought I would have been invited to Harry Potter's wedding, and even less likely was the idea that he would be marrying the woman I love.

It has been almost two years since that day, and not even the marriage vows you took stopped us. He was always so wrapped up in his work, and worrying about being the hero to everyone else, that he practically handed you to me. For two years it worked, until I made the mistake of telling you I loved you. I had known it for years, but I never wanted to spoil anything. However I, unlike you, couldn't continue to lie to myself. You threw me out and said you never wanted to see me again.

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

That didn't stop me. I would see you at the usual events and parties. Although you tried, you couldn't help but look at me. I remember it was your father, the Minister of Magic's birthday. I followed you into an empty room and took you again. You said no, but did little to stop me, and soon submitted to your own desires. From that day on I would come to you everyday. When he left for work in the morning I would come for you. It was the same everyday. You would tell me you hated me, and that you wanted me to leave, but when I kissed you, you kissed me back. When I made love to you, you made love to me. I'll never stop fighting for you. I would give anything to see you smile.

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

As much as I love you, I want you to fight for me. I want to feel your love. I want you to come to me for once. As much as I want that, as much as I want my feelings to be reaffirmed, nothing matters more to me than you. Nothing is more important to me than loving you and being with you. When we are together, all my doubts just fade away.

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want

What we have is far from perfect, but its ours. At least it was until he caught us. One day he decided to actually pay you some attention and came home for lunch. He found us making love on your bed, his bed. Rather than fight however, you apologized. After he threw me out, you apologized to him and begged him to take you back. He, being a brainless twat did just that. You however became a prisoner in your own home. Guards and alarms were placed around the house to "protect" you from me. I may not be able to get to you, but my love is still unwavering. If you came to me, like that first day, I would take you with open arms.

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

I still waited for you. I even took the occasional trip to your house. I knew I couldn't be with you, but I still felt closer to you. You often saw me, but tried to look away. I saw a tear rolling down your cheek. I continued to stare as if I was begging you to come to me, seeing as I could not come to you. You never come, but my love will never stop.

I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

I wish you could just see all that I see. You cover yourself from the world, but you failed in covering yourself from me. No one will ever know you the way I do, and know one will ever love you the way I do, but you still run. I know he makes you feel safe, I know the charade makes you feel safe, but are you happy? I know being with me would require a risk, but wouldn't it be worth it? Finally the day I had been waiting for came. You came to me. That was the day you told me you were carrying my child. When I asked if you had come to stay, you didn't answer.

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful

You came to me everyday. I asked you that same question, and you never answered. We made love everyday. That was our routine. All the questions I had could never replace my desire to be with you.

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

I told you again that I loved you, but this time you answered. You confessed your love for me as well. No matter who was married to who, you will always be mine. Nothing could stop us from loving each other, not even your husband.

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

Then came the day you answered another question. I asked you if you were going to stay and you said no. You said that he was your husband and you couldn't leave him. You planned on telling him the baby was his. I didn't believe you. I told you that I would die for you, that I would never stop loving you. You told me you were afraid, I told you I didn't care.

Yeah
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain

You did however leave me. You never came back either. A few months later you died in childbirth. We had a daughter. I fought for her after your death and when they discovered her paternity, she was given to me. I named her Eva, it means "giver of life". It made sense since you died to give her life and in turn you were again given life through her. She looks just like you. The same wavy red hair, beautiful dusting of freckles and famous brown eyes. She did however inherit my Malfoy smirk and unwillingness to give up on anything.

I have told her stories everyday of you and of our love. I tell her everyday never to give up on love. She once asked me what was so great about love. I told her that love was the one thing that could never be taken from you. Nothing could take my love from you, not your husband, not your resistance, not even your death.

I take her to your grave once a year. It simply says Beloved Ginevra, August 11^, 1981 - September 12, 2001. No last name, no fancy sentiment, just your name and a description of you in one word. Beloved, and you are. Your family, your friends, your husband, your daughter, they all love you. What they don't know is that love is the one thing you wanted most, and the one thing you ran away from. What they don't know is that I am the one person who refused to give up on you and I am the one person who needed to love you.

Try so hard to say goodbye