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Fire Frozen Within By Candi Rating : PG Genre : Romance? Word Count : 368 Summary : Ginny fights her inner battles against loving someone but never letting them know. Short, romantic, easy to apply to your everyday life. _______ There he is. Walking to class, alone. He's apart from the two he is usually around, which is rare. He hasn't been seperated from them since first year, it seems. They're both taller than him, which makes him seem shorter than he really is. Now that I actually look at him, he is a bit taller than I am. But he would never notice. To him, I'm just Ron Weasley's little sister, not there to be noticed. Little sisters never are. But I wonder what he would say if I casually said hello to him. Look puzzled? Make fun of me? Maybe just feign ignorance and turn away. I may never find out. My heart beats faster as he turns, starting to walk my way. I could find out, now. My chest is pounding, and my stomach pratically explodes from the butterflies flapping around. Just say it, Ginny. It's not that hard. One little word. Maybe one little word to him, but to me, it's my world. If he reacted in a bad way, he'd pop my little bubble of happiness and dreams, leaving me with nothing. If he smiled and said hello back, I would never be able to imagine him again. Our conversations in the dark, beneath my pillow, would vanish. My world would be gone. Either way, I can't win. Who am I to imagine all of this? We could never be together, anway. He's so famous-and rich-and some could even call him a hero. True, there are those that curse him and his father, but there are those that support him. Many people do. There have been books written over him. My palms are sweaty with anticipation. He's about to walk by. Perhaps....just maybe....I look over at him, eagerly. "What are you looking at, Weasley?!" he snarls, and strides quickly away, staring ahead blankly. But I am satisfied. I can still imagine us, imagine breaking down the House barriers. Our wedding, inviting thousands. Our honeymoon afterwards. Kissing him. Nothing has been ruined for me. Out of the corner of my eye I see him turn around, and I smile inside. For Draco Malfoy is my fire frozen within. |
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