My mirror, our family ties
My mirror, and the innocence in your eyes
After dinner, I passed him on my way to my room and he grinned at me. I smiled back and entered my room. I lay down on my bed, relaxing myself before beginning my night-time procedures.
"Ginny?" My father stuck his head in the doorway.
"Come in, Dad" I told him.
He sat down on the edge of my bed carefully perching himself as to not disturb me. I gave him a small smile and moved off the covers to my wooden chair so he could have the whole bed. I turned the chair so it faced him, then I seated myself and took a good look at my father.
Arthur Weasley looked tired, but what hurt me, what pulled at my heartstrings was the fact that he looked old. He saw me worried and tried to reassure me with a grin. My eyes filled up and he held his arms out to me. I escaped into them and he held me. Containing myself, I sat beside him.
"Ginny, your mother and I have noticed that you and Ron have been spending a lot of time together" I cringed and tensed up, ready to hear that they had followed us and seen us kissing. I squeezed my eyes shut. Oh, God not like this, God not like this! They can't find out this way.
My father said something but I didn't listen, I was expecting a slap that didn't come. I opened my eyes in surprise. "Umm, sorry I didn't hear the last part Dad."
His eye's crinkled and he repeated himself. "I said, me and your mother are very happy about it."
What?
"We were so worried Ginny, that you, being the only girl out of your siblings, wouldn't get along with your brothers and distance yourself from our family. "
"It's nice to see your getting close to Ron" If only he knew how close.
He hugged me for awhile then left, shutting the door behind him.
How odd.
I looked out the window and smiled sadly to the moon contemplating the time when my parent's would find out. I fingered my necklace and feeling it warm, I reached down to admire it. Ron had given it to me for my Birthday. He had seen muggle cell phone technology and using that and the idea of Melusine Mirrors, he had fashioned a necklace for me. His prototype was a wristwatch. Facial telephones I called them. Video messaging was the Muggles would call them, once they figured out how to make them, that is. Each end of the call projected the other's image while they were talking.
Ron had named it Nyx, after the primordial goddess of the night and I had agreed with him as the cover of his watch and the ember stone in my necklace were identically onyx with small silver pinpoints, and just to justify the name he used a forever spell called Movement on it. Now the night sky glimmered in my necklace.
I twisted Nyx and Ron appeared giving me a crooked smile. My heart stopped. "Come upstairs?" he asked. Immediately I leaped up from my chair and stepped out onto the landing. I prowled around to check if everyone had gone to bed before running on my toes up the staircase to Ron's bedroom. He was waiting for me. I opened his door and cheerfully bounded onto his bed rolling to land gracefully next to him.
"Why do you always smile when you're with me?" he asked, arranging himself so that I could be in his arms and on his bed without being uncomfortable. "You make me happy" I said simply.
He sighed. "I'm your brother" he reminded me rather cruelly.
My face fell. I was hurt, that was the worst thing he had ever told me. I tensed my neck trying to not let him see how his words had affected me.
"As if I could forget" my words were cold and he looked up rather surprised. He brushed away the tears that were prickling my eyes and smiled. "I didn't mean it the way it sounded, Ginny."
I was confused, did he love me or what?
He exhaled hard and pushed a hand under his pillow to get a good look at me.
"I'm afraid, and I never forget you're my sister and that I'm your brother, you shouldn't forget it either."
"I don't forget." "You're my brother and my lover, I don't split you into to people." "It's possible to love you in both ways." He grinned at that and grabbed my wrist, pulling me up to his alcove. He arranged me in his lap and played with my hair.
"Why did Dad want to talk to you?"
"Umm, apparently they've noticed that you and I have been spending time together."
Ron tensed jumping to the same conclusion I had. I turned to hug him and rubbed soothing circles into his back. He relaxed visibly but he gazed at me pained, his blue orbs darkening to a poignant azure.
"I too had cringed, Ron" I whispered.
"But then he said they were very happy about it."
Ron crossed his arms "Are you running circles around me, Ginny?"
"No, Ron I'm not trying to confuse you but wait until you here why they're happy." I grinned.
"He said they were worried that I, being the only girl out of our siblings, wouldn't get along with my brothers and distance myself from our family. "
"Then he said that it's nice to see us getting close."
Ron smiled and weaved my locks in between his fingers.
"That was close, Ginny."
I nodded in reply.
He looked out the window then muttered a spell so the lights turned off and then opened the window. It was full moon and the light filtered through the air and splayed onto the bench seat that I was sitting on. The beam hit the curve of my nose, my cheeks, the red tinges in my auburn hair and my pouted lips.
I closed my eyelids and basked in it, feeling alive. My imagination ran like crazy.
I was stepping out onto the porch of a ranch. My ranch, I could tell by the twin's insignia on the doorframe but why? Someone's eyes were following me. I grinned and slightly turned to see that Ron's eyes were watching me, and he was smiling. I leant against the railing and a stray breeze blew through my locks, ruffling my dress. I traced the single thick piece of material that draped over my chest and dropped my hands to the sides of the skirt, lifting it over my tanned legs and shaking the skirt like I had seen those Flamenco dancers do. Of course my legs aren't as nice as theirs. This dress doesn't cover much, but does it matter? I'm alone with my benevolent husband.
Husband? The knowledge was forceful, after all there seemed to be two Ginny's inside this Ginny's head, the present one and the future one, or maybe the past and the present one. Who was present? I was still half in Ron's room and in this Ginny's head. Is she my future? This Ginny hadn't noticed me and I continued to listen to her thoughts.
The dress was a gift of yours, a week after we got married in a beautiful church in Italy. Then honeymooning in Milan and now we're living in Mexico. We bought a sole ranch near the Sierra Mountains, instead of the ranches that were in clusters. The nearest neighbour is about an hour's worth of horse galloping away.
The Sierra Mountains, huh? Interesting future I might be getting.
Ron's cool muscled arms encircled Ginny's waist, breaking her away from her thoughts, and she, we turn to look at his enthralling face.
At this point I break away from Ginny and I watch a light smile twist Ron's lips and then he presses them against Ginny's she stares into his eyes as she is joined to his lips. They break their kiss and he gives her a heart-breaking smile. She parts my lips at him and he kisses her again lifting her up onto the railing and she wraps her arms around his head with tears sliding down her face and She and I both wonder 'Does happiness last forever?'
Back in Ron's room I opened my eyes. Did I just have a vision or something, what the? Could this be our future?
"I think so" Ron said.
I faced him, he was on the other side of the bench looking peacefully happy.
"Did you just answer my thoughts?" I demanded.
He grinned, "No, but I know you pretty well to guess." I opened my mouth to ask him something else. "Yes, I saw the vision too, I was listening to Ron, nice legs and I guess we're honeymooning in Milan." I gaped at him. He pushed my hair off my fore head and leaned close.
"I think I love you" he breathed. My parted lips curved into a smile, there had been no declarations of love before. He waited for me to answer.
Impishly I said "I think you think too much"
He grinned and his lips found out mine. "Tell me you love me" he asked. I shook my head. He pulled back leaving me cold and lay down on his bed staring up at the ceiling. I didn't want him angry, I loved him too. I crawled in next to him.
"Tell me you love me again." I begged.
"Do you at last cry for my love?" he teased.
My nails dug into his chest, a signal that I was displeased.
"You interest me" I told him.
He frowned his bottom lip sticking out. I suppressed the urge to kiss it.
"Will I interest you forever?" he asked.
"As long as the sun and moon shall endure." I said mock-serious.
He faced the widow away from me.
"I love you" I whispered to his back.
He turned abruptly.
"I'll love you forever, Ginny" he promised.
It was a promise, bound by our blood and my faith.
We locked lips and the rest of the night was a mix of kisses and touches and sweetness, leaving both parties breathless and trembling but never did either of us press the final boundary.
"Not until our wedding night" Ron told me gently as he removed my frenzied hands from his trousers. I exhaled audibly as I truly wanted to wait but also take him before anyone else did. Satisfied that he would wait, I curved my body to his, fitting perfectly and fell asleep.
A/N:This is the last chapter, as the poem's finished but dear readers be aware I gave you an idea for their ending (Mexico, ranch etc.)The missing gaps fill in with your own imagination.