Knowing Isn't Everything
Her fiery, red, pinpoint straight hair spills down her back. Her laughs are enough to brighten up a black room. Her eyes dance as she speaks.
Everyone loves her but you. You were the only boy to truly break her heart.
And she can sit in the Great Hall eating her supper, smiling in a flirtatious manner at Dean, or giggling at Hermione, but through the laughter and grins, she's thinking of you. She's thinking of all the years she's wasted, pining over you, hoping that you would finally see her as a girl.
A real girl. A smart girl. Not smart like Hermione was smart; but witty smart. The kind of smart that could make you think, that could make you laugh, even. Ginny smart.
She's well aware of the fact that you are never going to love her the way she loves you right now, in this very moment, as she always has. That doesn't stop her, though, from knowing that you need her. You need her like you need to live. You've always needed her.
It's a shame you can't see it.
Oh, but she can see it though. She knows that you two are a perfect match. She's sure of this, because she knows you. She uncovered the mystery a long time ago. You are no secret anymore.
She watches you all the time; the way your bright green eyes always change. It's how she figured you out.
You're not just Harry Potter. You're human. It's the human in you that she wanted to deny for so long. She wanted you to be her Harry. The Harry she knew before really knowing you. She wanted you to be her prince, sweeping her off of her feet, covering her in kisses.
She wanted you to be the perfect Harry.
But she knows now, as she has known for quite some time, that you are not perfect. Nor will you ever be perfect.
And for that she loves you so much more.
She's able to gaze at you from afar, watching those spectacular, entrancing eyes and recognize the hurt, the suffering, the realness in you. It pains her heart, because while she's perfectly capable of reading you like a map, you don't know her.
You don't know that while she's sitting in the Common Room with Dean, their hands interlaced, she'd rather be over there talking with you. You don't know that whenever she kisses Dean, she wishes with all of her heart that he would turn into you. She would give anything to be with you.
But when did that ever faze you?
She feels selfish for wanting you this way. She knows you have much more going on in your life, and you don't need a pathetic child with a schoolgirl crush chasing after you. Because that's all you think it is. A crush.
If only you could read her mind right now, if only you could look inside her heart right now, you'd learn. You'd learn that it more than that. Much, much more than that.
And you can look at her with those brilliant eyes, and that beautiful face, but you'll never come close to feeling what she is right now. You'll never understand what it's like to need her like she knows you subconsciously do.
She can know everything there is to know about you, but she will never get the chance to be with you. She will never get the chance to open up to you, if you don't let her.
She may not, or ever be, smart, witty, or sharp, but for little Ginny Weasley, she knew enough.
A/N: Whoa, where did this come from? I just sat down and wrote, so if this little one-shot made absolutely no sense, I'm sorry. But I've been in major writers' block mode for the past couple of weeks, and this is the result. I know, excuses, excuses. Review if you'd like, I'd love thoughts on this.