Permanent Ink

I can run as fast as the boys. I can sing and dance ballet.

Well I love you. There's nothing unexpected about that. You were the first one who acknowledged me when I was shy. Now what are you going to do about it? You can't do anything. My heart chooses who I want to love, there's nothing else. I can't control it. Just hope you return the feeling.

Shadows on a hill.

Why you don't care now I don't understand. Or maybe I'm must paranoid. You do care and I'm just seeing demons everywhere.

This is me.

And if I love you, why do I care that others say so? Or why do you? I don't understand. I knew I loved you from the moment I saw you. Shouldn't it all work out nicely?

I believe in love at first sight.

I think...but I can't make a choice.

I don't know if you care.

This is tearing me apart! I need to know, and I need to be loved in return.

Why should you care?

But of course, I'm just a silly little girl with a silly little crush. Though I know everything about you, you probably know nothing about me.

I'm losing control of my heart.

I get depressed. And the only way I feel better is when you talk to me. And I wait, hanging onto your every word. Idolism, adoration.

* * *

Is it all?

It's not the way I wished it would happen. But it's something. And I value that. You might not love me like I love you back, but it's a start.

Is there anyway that I could stay in your arms?

You look at me more often now. And I'm sure I make an impression. If nothing else happens, I know that I affected your life in a small way.

* * *

"Ginny! Wait up!"

"Oh. Hi Harry."

"What's wrong? 'Mione says you were crying in the girl's bathroom."

Damn Hermione and her urge to tell everyone EVERYTHING.

"I was....just....feeling a little depressed."

There. I've said it. But how will he react?

"Depressed? Why are you depressed?"

He doesn't know. I can't believe it. After all this time, he still doesn't know that I like him more than he thinks.

"It's nothing. Just forget I said anything about it. I didn't mean it that way. I've just had a bad day."

"Ginny. You can tell me everything. I've been watching you, and I know that something's wrong. It's ok. I'm here to listen."

Ginny looked up into Harry's green eyes. Behind them flickered a strange light she had never encountered before. She took a deep breath and then spilled her soul out to Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.

* * *

Who's to argue if I say I want more?

Don't tell me you don't.

* * *

Even now, she still couldn't face what had happened. She had thought she was doing the right thing. That's why she had told him. Told him that she'd loved him for the last 4 years. He had rejected her. The look in his eyes as he walked away had told her that he felt he would never like her in a more-than-friendly way. Her heart was broken...or was it all in vain?

* * *

Harry sat on the floor, staring at the skylight above his head, listening to the rain patter against the glass. Over and over in his head he replayed the conversation he'd had with Ginny. Her love was wasted on him. She deserved someone better. Someone who would love her back the way she loved him. He didn't fit those requirements. Or that's what he tried to tell himself.

* * *

She had been so sure he felt the same way. She still was.

Your feelings show as if they're written across your face in permanent ink.