A/N:
This is an A.U. a loooooooooooooooooooooong one-shot fiction. It was so long that my sister told me to divide it. This was a one shot but now i divided it so there. Anyways, i AM STILL going to finish Et Ruat don't worry. I've just been really busy. I've been in the beach so i couldn't update and finish my chapter 8 which i am working on now... so sorry... anyway... uhm... i typed this in my uncle's laptop while we were there... loooooooong story... now onto the fic..
the page count was originally 30 pages... hehe
I was inspired by this fic that I read, somewhat similar.
Disclaimer:
The WHOLE idea isn't mine... but most of the quotes i used are and the words and blah and Harry Potter isn't mine either...
The walk home is the one thing that one will most likely remember for the rest of their life. The people you greet on the street, the neighbors who busily clean their garden, the dogs barking across the lawn tied up to a pole, the children running on the sidewalk as you jump out of their way, the hopscotch that is etched on the sidewalk in bright pink chalk, the sunset glowing behind your back as you watch your shadow walk with you and the one you won't forget, no matter how hard you try is the one that walked you home.
:Ginny's POV:
"Walk me home?" I asked tilting my head a bit making the sunlight dance on my cheek. You stood there by the weeping willow tree that sat in front of the lake in the park next to our school, Hogwarts High School. The tree had always been your favorite place in the whole world; you told me once that the tree like you, weeps silently for the world.
We were still young then, I was ten and you were twelve and I'll never forget that day because you looked at me and whispered the words that made me realize how much I was in love with you, 'I'll walk you home;' was all you said. Imagine that, a ten year old realizing what love was.
You turned to face me your smile big and bright as you leaned against the trunk of the tree, snapping me out of my memories.
I smiled up at you and I knew how horrid I looked, I just came from ballet auditions for the Christmas ballet production the school's ballet school had organized. My hair came down in red waves up to my shoulder since it had been up in a bun for more than two hours and the long thin dangling branches or flowers or whatever the weeping things stuck to my hair pulling it out in several directions making me look slightly deranged.
"How was the auditions?" you ask me your big bright green eyes twinkling. I grinned and shrugged to show that it was fine and it did not matter if I was the lead or the extra. We had our own secret language, a language built by trust and friendship and…. Love? You laugh and then take my things leaving the small backpack for me to carry.
It was our routine, I'd come from ballet, and you'd be waiting for me by the tree, you'd take my extra bag for school stuff then leave me with my ballet bag, then we'd walk down the park through the gate, down the street passing many people, Diagon Alley was a small but busy city and everyone knew almost everyone, we'd turn a few blocks and then you'd lead me up my street to my house and then you'd kiss me on the forehead goodnight before turning to walk home.
I hooked my thumbs on the strings of my backpack as we walk out of the park. We walked in silence for the next two blocks. In that silence I watched you with my eyes, which I love to do almost regularly. But in that moment when your eyes were shining with happiness and his cheeks burning as he thought of something, could it be? I wondered, I looked down at my white keds blushing furiously at the thought. I mean, I was your bestest friend and your other best friend's sister and your best friend's girlfriend's best friend who was also your best friend. Confusing? Ron is my brother and Hermione is his girlfriend, you, Ron, and Hermione had been classmates since kindergarten and have been best friends ever since. It was only during the ninth grade that Ron had asked Hermione out and she said yes… obviously! When you guys were in your ninth I was in my seventh and it was then that you started hanging out with me more and not only did you walk me home but take me to school as well. So you can't feel anything for me right?
"Guess who's in my class this year in English?" you ask grinning your eyes dancing with delight and excitement? I felt my shoulders sag a bit and with a painful pang I realized that you were in love with someone else, how could I not have seen it? I smiled big and brightly, so big my cheeks hurt.
"Really?" I asked brightly. Now there was one thing that you didn't know aside from me loving you. That I, Ginny Weasley, hid my hurt with a big bright smile.
"Yeah, it's brilliant really!" You say brightly grinning down at me before looking ahead, "She's now available and I'm in for the kill." I nodded and folded my hands in front of me.
Cho Chang, was one of the most beautiful girls in school with her long beautiful black shiny locks, her gorgeous Asian features, her pearly white teeth, her sensitivity, I could go on but I want to hate her at the moment.
I bit my lip and pleaded myself not to cry. I should be used to this now, ever since you reached the seventh grade you had dated a lot of girls and I had always been jealous but I always watched in the corner filled with pain, hurt self-hatred…. you name it, I felt it. But in the end, it was always me you came to, you told me everything, shared with me everything. When you broke I helped you pick up the pieces and I was the one who held it together. But Cho was someone you too like me loved except I was in love with you and not Cho. Loving from a distance and I knew how you felt when the rumor that she was dating Draco Malfoy, a rich snooty snob who was really smart, turned out to be true.
"That's great Harry." I manage to choke out and swallowed, "Finally another dream you can chase." I sighed softly praying you didn't hear it, and you didn't thank God!
We curved the bend and walked up my street towards my house. I was walking faster than I thought when I felt your big warm hand grip my shoulder.
"Is something the matter?" You ask turning me to face you; thank God I had no tears.
"No why?" I asked hoping again that my voice wasn't too squeaky.
"You were walking fast." You grin, oh how you knew me. I wanted to yell at you, slap you, kiss you, hug you, kick you, curse you, and tell you I love you, but I couldn't.
"I want to tell mum about my ballet and you should tell Ron." I said quickly.
"I told him." You shrug. So Ron already knew.
"I thought I was your bestest friend?" I pouted and gave you the saddest puppy eyes look ever and you laugh. I loved making you laugh, your laugh brought chills down my spine yet made me feel warm and beautiful inside. To make someone laugh the way you do was rare and very special. I smiled up at you.
"You are bonita." You say using the Spanish nickname you had given me. I tried hard not to blush, straining myself a bit.
"How long?" I asked as soon as we got to my gate. I squinted against the rays of the sun behind your back.
"Three weeks ago." You whisper.
"You never bothered to tell me?" I asked quietly not daring to look at you in the eye. You tilt my chin up with your rough basketball worn hands and smile down at me. I was hurt but it was hard to be angry with you for a long time, especially for me.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow." You whisper drawing me into your arms the way you always did except I could never hug you back because you'd back away quickly and then plant a kiss on my forehead.
I turned around to pretend to open the gate as I always did, only to turn to watch you walk down the street and wait until you disappear down the corner, before turning to walk up the path into my house.
We walked to my classroom and you drop me off, "I'll meet you later." You say before stalking off to your homeroom. I walked in feeling a bit remorseful for myself. Then shrugged it off and smiled as my usual cheery self stepped into the classroom, you'd think I was schizophrenic.
The day dragged on and as I headed for ballet class, clad in my black leotards and skin colored tights with my plaid skirt uniform over it and my toes shoes, I saw you walking down the hall engrossed in an animated talk with Cho, the goddess. I waved but I brought my hand back down as I watched you leave with her, did you not see me?
No. You didn't after all what's a goddess compared to a mortal, like me?
Class had gone stupendously and I landed myself in the role of Clara, the lead, in The Nutcracker ballet. I could never be more excited, this time I brushed my hair and pulled it into a ponytail and changed back into my uniform, which fit me well, (let me flatter myself). I walked out of the great big doors of Hogwarts and made my way to the willow tree expecting you'd be there.
But I found your usual spot, empty. You must be off with Cho; I shrugged and figured I'd wait for you. Winter was coming around bringing a cold breeze in the November air. I figured I should just wait for you. I place my bag down and sat myself on the grass rubbing at my arms. The sun had set already for an hour I was expected home.
Had you forgotten me?
After all I was only a mortal.
Sad, alone and cold I resigned to walk home by myself. It's weird after all these years, I would walk alone, even when you were sick you'd stubbornly walk me home even if I told you I could do it by myself and that you should be resting. I resolutely picked up my bags slinging my ballet bag on my back and the rest on my shoulder. Wrapping my arms with my hands crossed over my chest I shivered as I walked out of the park.
I can't believe I waited for you, you were with Cho. I had totally forgotten just like you forgot about me. It was easy after all, to forget about small but important details. It was eight o'clock; I can't believe I waited for four hours time passes quickly doesn't it? I knew I would be in trouble with my mum but I had a good excuse already forming in my mind, ballet ran a little late. It did sometimes but not this time.
I looked at my feet, I was still wearing my toe shoes the gravel would ruin the delicate silk cloth, but it didn't matter right now. How could you forget about me? I stood on my toes trying to see what it felt like dancing on cement. It hurt a little; I could feel the pebbles on the tips of my toes. I stopped, walking myself to a bench desperate to change my shoes.
Then I felt your presence. I knew were there. It was silly how I could feel you next to me without having to touch you. This time I chose not to call out for you. I slid on my keds and wrapped the laces of my ballet shoes around the shoe and dumped it into my bag. I stood up and came face to face with your bright green eyes. I tried to look angry but I knew I looked hurt.
"I'm so sorry." You say as you try to wrench my bags off my shoulders. I was too tired to fight and too cold to move.
"You forgot me." I whispered.
"I…" I try to smile but my teeth chattered and you knew I was cold. I let you take my bags and was slightly surprised when you took my ballet bag too. You wrapped your arms around me as if you could warm me, I felt warm a little but inside I felt so cold.
"Why didn't you go home? Why'd you wait?" you ask as I felt your lips move against my hair.
My hands hung limply by my sides and I shrugged, "I didn't think you'd forget." I said through my chattering teeth. You pulled back looking at me with pleading eyes, kind of remorseful. You removed your jacket and wrapped it around me before wrapping a long arm around my shoulder protecting me from the cold. We walked home and my mother was waiting outside completely wrapped in her winter garments, mother had always been a little sensitive to the cold.
She rushed towards me muttering how worried she was. I shrugged and said, "Ballet ran a little late. I got the part of Clara." I say brightly my little bit of excitement rushing back into my veins, the little incident drowned in my bubble of happiness. I didn't forget, I just didn't want to remember.
"Then you've got to get me front row tickets to your shows." You say, your hand still on the small of my back in a warm friendly manner. I turn to you my eyes dancing and nodded.
Would you come? This is were my ballet career kicks off for the next two years I'd probably be casting in most of the leads. Would you still watch? This being your last year, would you still watch me?
My mother invited you in for dinner saying that your uncle who was also your guardian had called that he would be out late and that you shouldn't wait up. You were always welcome to stay in our house. It would never change nothing could change that. Not even the dreaded thing that would happen that would change our friendship when I'd have the courage and stupidity to tell you.
It had been almost a month and the incident hadn't been repeated. I was glad, though you spent more time with Cho now and we only ever talked during our walks which I am glad never changed. The Christmas program was drawing near and I was nervous. After all I had only one week left for rehearsals.
I was stretching with Luna Lovegood, a good friend of mine who was playing one of the many fairies when you walked in and sat yourself at the back. You were watching me and I never felt so bare in my life. You waved and I waved back with my leg still propped on the barre. I turned to Luna who stood before me a sly grin on her face. I blushed furiously before removing my leg from the bar. This was of course the first time you were watching me rehearse because I had never played a big role before so you had no reason to watch me.
As soon as rehearsals were over I walked over to where you sat. You had this big bright smile as if the world was trembling beneath your feet, like that moment when we stood in the court a month after your parents were murdered and Tom Riddle was pleaded guilty. I smiled back tugging out the pins of my bun letting my hair fall loose around my shoulders. You stood up and moved a seat down to let me sit next to you. I always sat next to you, no matter what. I wanted to and I never had to ask if I could. You always saved me a seat next to you, those basketball games, the movies, the park bench, the lunch table and sometimes even when we walked with Ron and Hermione.
"I asked her today," you whispered as you looked at your lap. I couldn't see your face and I couldn't read your voice, had she rejected you? Did she say no? You looked up at me your eyes bright and teary (which never fell) and your face was so red.
I felt my world crash around me, the ground shake, the thunder rolling across the room, the lightning burning everything in its path, the fire engulfing all the seats, the twister picking up the metal chairs from the floor. I wanted to cry but seeing as you were happy, I had nothing else to say but what I always said when you had a new girl.
"That's great Harry." But the enthusiasm was drained from my voice and you looked at me.
"Are you okay?" you ask as your eyebrows knit together.
"Just tired." I whispered and I was thankful that Madame Mcgonagall had chosen that moment to call me for a fitting. I told you not to wait up for me since Luna had offered me a ride home. You smiled up at me before rushing out of the theatre.
You always saved me a seat next to you but I am always secretly hoping that you would save me a place in your heart.
I cried so hard that day because for the first time I knew I had no chance. With other girls it didn't matter as much because I had sensed that they wouldn't last long, you never let it. But I knew how determined you were to let this one last. How my heart broke.
Everyone knew how I felt for you; they chose not to tell you. Because it would have to be you to see that and you never did. How silly and ironic it sounds I've given you everything and I never asked for anything only hoped that one day you would return the feelings I harbored for you.
It was in that day that I had finally given up on the dream of you loving me.
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