Cry

I remember the first letter Ron sent me from Hogwarts. It was a typical Ron letter: minimal length and sloppy, but the few lines were enough.

Hey Gin,

Gryffindor! Yes! Met the most amazing people! My best friend is HARRY POTTER! The castle is just as amazing as Fred and George say! The food is amazing (almost as good as mum's) I can eat what ever I want! It's sooo free! I'll make sure Fred and George send you? Something more interesting than a toilet seat.

Love,

Ron

I remember the hurt, the sting, the pain. He didn't say he missed me and I was ten and it hurt. Then the fact that he only sent me three more letters all year. (Though I did get an interesting jewelry box from Fred and George) then he came home with so many stories, mostly of Harry and Hermione. And Draco Malfoy, how annoying he was, and how much of a git he was, it went on and on. Then I finally went to the magical palace they had all told me about, but it got ruined by Tom, and that's all it took. I didn't want to be like Ron. I didn't want to be married to Harry. I didn't want to have Hermione as my best friend. I wanted my own story, I wanted to choose.

Then that stupid dance in fifth year. Oh, if I could undo it... And yet, I know I wouldn't. I was just standing there wondering if I should ask Dean to dance just to set Ron off, when someone tapped on my shoulder. His touch sent shivers through my whole body. He sneered at me coolly when I turned and asked for a dance. I was shocked. Perhaps that's why I allowed him to sweep me off into his arms among the fifty or so dancing couples. It was oddly comfortable in his arms; it was safe. I felt, however false I knew it was, loved. We danced for the rest of the night but he hardly said ten words (I said none at all). At the end of the last song he bowed, kissed my hand( or my wrist, I guess) and swept out leaving me yet again shocked in the middle of the floor.

I don't remember how I got to my bed, or what happened the rest of that month. I don't remember how many times I slapped Ron for getting on my case or how many times I saw him in the hall and he bowed. But I do remember the hurt, the sting, the pain. My year went by in a blur without its focus until the day I dropped my book, I remember the soft hand go around my mouth, I remember a strong arm maneuver me into an abandoned classroom, I remember the song.

It was a muggle song. I remember him holding out his hand to me.

I'll always remember

The sun was starting to set outside the castle as I took his hand.

It was late afternoon

We danced for hours to that song in that classroom, silently, but I knew it had to end sometime.

It lasted forever,

But it ended so soon,

Sometime around eleven the song ended and didn't come back on. He stepped away and bowed, then kissed my hand and left. I didn't see him for almost a week until that day. It was June and it was a warm night and he was out by the lake lying under a tree.

You were all by yourself,

Staring up at a dark grey sky,

I was changed

I remember going to that spot to think, reasoning that no one would find me there then seeing he was there.

In places no one can find

All your feelings so deep inside

It was then that I realized

That forever was in your eyes

I froze at the sight of him. I remember the moonlight beaming down on him. I remember the beautiful tears rolling silently down his face.

The moment I saw you cry

I don't remember that summer, but I do remember the hurt, the sting, the pain. I didn't get a singe letter that summer, but I was fifteen and it hurt, so it isn't surprising that I wasn't thrilled about going to King's Cross. But I went. I don't remember the first week at all but oh, the twenty-seconds I saw him.

It was late in September

And I'd seen you before

Something inside me, something was saying that I needed to see him again, just once more. They all told me how cruel he was toward everyone, but I didn't think he was. It was my thought that if he was that kind to me how could he possibly be cruel?

You were always the cold one

I was never that sure

I gave in, in the end, and I smiled when you bowed, and the cycle started: the bowing and the smiling. And I remember the lake that night. I found myself in that same spot by that tree. He was there and as soon as the music started my heart skipped a beat. He held out his hand and I took it and we danced. At some point I took my head off his shoulders and looked up at his face; he was looking to the sky but his eyes were closed and there where tears rolling silently down his cheeks.

You where all by yourself

Staring up at a dark grey sky

I was changed

In places no one can find

All your feelings so deep inside

It was then that I realized

That forever was in your eyes

The moment I saw you cry

We danced for hours and hours, then the music stopped. He kissed my hand and got down on one knee.

I'll always remember

The stars glowed brightly on his face. I looked in his eyes and he asked me the question. I was shocked. We stood frozen like this, him on one knee, me standing in front of him, my hands in his. Then it hit me that he was waiting for an answer. I nodded and he smiled, tears still flowing.

It was late afternoon

The sun danced across the altar as we recited our vows.

It lasted forever

But it ended so soon

Time seed to be playing tricks on us, it seemed as though one minute was lasting forever and yet the hour was over in only a minute.

You were all by yourself

Staring up at the dark grey sky

I was changed

In places no one can find

All your feelings so deep inside

As we said 'I do' he raised my veil and we looked into each others eyes.

It was then that I realized

That forever was in your eyes

And as we kissed I saw in his eyes shining tears waiting to fall.

The moment I saw you cry

Two years later I still wonder what would have happened had I simply slapped him when he so boldly asked me to dance. I always come up with an empty life. I still remember the letter Ron sent me. It was almost as sloppy as the one he sent me his first year.

Ginny,

Mum and Dad told me to write to you, to tell you they have disowned you. You aren't in this family anymore. Don't bother coming to get your things, Mum owled them last week. Don't write, don't show up, don't contact us. Have a nice life.

Ron

I remember waiting for the sting, the hurt, the pain, but this time it didn't come. I had been disowned, but somehow I could only be happy for what I had. After three years of marriage I don't think I've seen my parents once. I miss them to no end but I have a new family now and I know that every time I look over at him.

He sits up in bed, and I know he knows I was thinking about them. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my forehead.

"It'll be okay, darling."