Like puzzle pieces. That's how she imagines their hands would fit.
It's not something she should be thinking about but she can't help it. Harry is somewhere far away and she's heard no word from or about him. His presence on her skin seems like a long lost memory and she's lonely.
Here in this castle filled with those who chose to stay, she feels alone mostly all the time except when he is around.
With Neville she smiles and her fingers itch to grab his hand. She misses that. Simple contact. She misses threaded fingers and touching palms, mostly she misses being a part of someone.
If she's honest with herself she hasn't felt a part of Harry in really long time.
But with Neville...
She shakes her head to get rid of that thought. Her heart belongs to Harry. It has always belonged to Harry and it always will.
Flicking off her light, she buries herself in the covers.
The Itch
It's not something she should be thinking about but she can't help it. Harry is somewhere far away and she's heard no word from or about him. His presence on her skin seems like a long lost memory and she's lonely.
Here in this castle filled with those who chose to stay, she feels alone mostly all the time except when he is around.
With Neville she smiles and her fingers itch to grab his hand. She misses that. Simple contact. She misses threaded fingers and touching palms, mostly she misses being a part of someone.
If she's honest with herself she hasn't felt a part of Harry in really long time.
But with Neville...
She shakes her head to get rid of that thought. Her heart belongs to Harry. It has always belonged to Harry and it always will.
Flicking off her light, she buries herself in the covers.
Ginny ignores the itch in her fingers.