La Mort (Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny)
I don't know any French, but Yahoo!Babel Fish said 'The Death' translated into French is 'La Mort' so I'm going with that, though if anyone is experienced in the French language, and knows differently, please comment.
Title: La Mort
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, angst
Fandom: Harry Potter (book'verse)
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Summary: All Ginny wants is some comfort food after her breakup.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: takes place just right after Half-Blood Prince so spoilers for that.
Notes: Written for the Quick Write Challenge at
the_circlet for the month of May for the prompt 'comfort food.'
“Ginny, what are you doing?” Hermione stormed into the girls’ dormitories of Gryffindor House and stopped in front of Ginny’s bed, giving the girl who was currently laying in it a questioning look.
Ginny stopped the spoon brimming with Nutella midway to her mouth.
“Um,” she started, “I was in the mood for some chocolate.” She smiled nervously, but went back to licking the spoon filled with the gooey, chocolaty goodness.
“Ginny Weasley! You cannot drown out your sorrows in junk food just because the love of your life is acting like an arse.”
“I’m not,” the other girl explained meekly.
“Oh, really? What are you doing then?”
“I just told you, I had some craving for some chocolate.”
Hermione got that look then, the one that said I-clearly-know-you’re-lying-so-you’d-better-stop-it.
Suddenly, Ginny felt fiercely angry. “Well, what do you expect me to do? The guy whom I’ve loved since I barely even knew what the word meant dumped me, and at a funeral nonetheless. I need some comfort food.”
She dug back into the now nearly empty Nutella tub, and furiously scoped up another heaping spoonful of chocolate.
“Ginny,” Hermione’s voice had transformed into something warmer, “you know how Harry is. He has to play the part of the hero because no one else can. It’s Harry’s destiny, and he won’t think about himself or what he needs until he finishes this war.”
“Hermione, I know the reason that he broke up with me is a noble one, but…to tell the truth, it still hurts because he’s only thinking about me and I don’t want him to. I want him to be selfish, but I know he won’t ever be.”
“The only thing you can do now, Gin, is to just move on and to not think about him. It’ll be easier that way.”
Ginny sat up, swinging her legs over her bed. “Maybe, but for now, I’d rather just be alone to think things through.”
“Ginny-“
Ginny looked questioningly at Hermione, waiting for the other girl to continue.
“Um, I don’t think I should be telling anyone this, but, um, well Harry’s plans next year don’t include coming back to Hogwarts- even if it does reopen.”
Ginny’s mouth fell open in a despondent ‘o’.
“He’s going to his aunt’s and uncle’s for one last time and then he’ll go to Godric’s Hollow and then onto to finding the Horcruxes.”
Ginny was speechless, her mind whirling with thoughts- many of them disturbing like was he suicidal and why was he being such a gigantic moron? But, beneath her anger and fear for him, she admitted to herself that it was what Harry had to do and she really wasn’t surprised that this was what he chose to do.
It still didn’t mean that a piece of her heart didn’t break because this meant that he wouldn’t be coming back to her anytime soon. Who knew how long this war with Voldemort could take? Who knew how long it’d take him to find the Horcruxes and to defeat Voldemort?
She might have to wait for him for years.
“Uh, I need to go and be alone for a while- have a lot to think about,” and she hurried out of the room, intent on finding some place where she could be alone with her thoughts.
-----
She got to the common room and was almost out the door when she saw him- Harry was lying on a sofa in the far corner, blanket thrown over him, and glasses askew on his face.
Before she knew it, her feet carried her closer, until she was inches from him. If she were to extend her arm out, she could touch him, but she kept her arms at her sides for she knew though he might’ve been in reach for her arms, in reality, he was much farther away than that from her heart.
She gazed at him, sorrow and pain filling her heart like a bathtub of ice-cold water. She so desperately wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his hair, fix his glasses for him, seat herself on the edge and just be with him.
But she no longer had that right anymore.
“Oh, Harry, you big idiot. You’d better not get yourself killed or anything otherwise I’ll go to the afterlife myself and kick your bony ass.” She quietly whispered, feeling like a stalker, talking to him when he was sleeping, but not really caring.
She walked around his chair, and splayed her hand gently atop his head, not really having her hand on his head, but hovering enough so that her fingertips touched the edge and she moved her hand like that in a circular motion so that, by the end, she framed his whole head.
“I’ll wait for you however much I need to,” she said after moments of silence and turned away hastily, ingraining in her mind the feel of his touch from the few precious weeks they had together for the many lonesome nights that would surely come.
Title: La Mort
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, angst
Fandom: Harry Potter (book'verse)
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Summary: All Ginny wants is some comfort food after her breakup.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: takes place just right after Half-Blood Prince so spoilers for that.
Notes: Written for the Quick Write Challenge at
the_circlet for the month of May for the prompt 'comfort food.'
“Ginny, what are you doing?” Hermione stormed into the girls’ dormitories of Gryffindor House and stopped in front of Ginny’s bed, giving the girl who was currently laying in it a questioning look.
Ginny stopped the spoon brimming with Nutella midway to her mouth.
“Um,” she started, “I was in the mood for some chocolate.” She smiled nervously, but went back to licking the spoon filled with the gooey, chocolaty goodness.
“Ginny Weasley! You cannot drown out your sorrows in junk food just because the love of your life is acting like an arse.”
“I’m not,” the other girl explained meekly.
“Oh, really? What are you doing then?”
“I just told you, I had some craving for some chocolate.”
Hermione got that look then, the one that said I-clearly-know-you’re-lying-so-you’d-better-stop-it.
Suddenly, Ginny felt fiercely angry. “Well, what do you expect me to do? The guy whom I’ve loved since I barely even knew what the word meant dumped me, and at a funeral nonetheless. I need some comfort food.”
She dug back into the now nearly empty Nutella tub, and furiously scoped up another heaping spoonful of chocolate.
“Ginny,” Hermione’s voice had transformed into something warmer, “you know how Harry is. He has to play the part of the hero because no one else can. It’s Harry’s destiny, and he won’t think about himself or what he needs until he finishes this war.”
“Hermione, I know the reason that he broke up with me is a noble one, but…to tell the truth, it still hurts because he’s only thinking about me and I don’t want him to. I want him to be selfish, but I know he won’t ever be.”
“The only thing you can do now, Gin, is to just move on and to not think about him. It’ll be easier that way.”
Ginny sat up, swinging her legs over her bed. “Maybe, but for now, I’d rather just be alone to think things through.”
“Ginny-“
Ginny looked questioningly at Hermione, waiting for the other girl to continue.
“Um, I don’t think I should be telling anyone this, but, um, well Harry’s plans next year don’t include coming back to Hogwarts- even if it does reopen.”
Ginny’s mouth fell open in a despondent ‘o’.
“He’s going to his aunt’s and uncle’s for one last time and then he’ll go to Godric’s Hollow and then onto to finding the Horcruxes.”
Ginny was speechless, her mind whirling with thoughts- many of them disturbing like was he suicidal and why was he being such a gigantic moron? But, beneath her anger and fear for him, she admitted to herself that it was what Harry had to do and she really wasn’t surprised that this was what he chose to do.
It still didn’t mean that a piece of her heart didn’t break because this meant that he wouldn’t be coming back to her anytime soon. Who knew how long this war with Voldemort could take? Who knew how long it’d take him to find the Horcruxes and to defeat Voldemort?
She might have to wait for him for years.
“Uh, I need to go and be alone for a while- have a lot to think about,” and she hurried out of the room, intent on finding some place where she could be alone with her thoughts.
-----
She got to the common room and was almost out the door when she saw him- Harry was lying on a sofa in the far corner, blanket thrown over him, and glasses askew on his face.
Before she knew it, her feet carried her closer, until she was inches from him. If she were to extend her arm out, she could touch him, but she kept her arms at her sides for she knew though he might’ve been in reach for her arms, in reality, he was much farther away than that from her heart.
She gazed at him, sorrow and pain filling her heart like a bathtub of ice-cold water. She so desperately wanted to touch him, run her fingers through his hair, fix his glasses for him, seat herself on the edge and just be with him.
But she no longer had that right anymore.
“Oh, Harry, you big idiot. You’d better not get yourself killed or anything otherwise I’ll go to the afterlife myself and kick your bony ass.” She quietly whispered, feeling like a stalker, talking to him when he was sleeping, but not really caring.
She walked around his chair, and splayed her hand gently atop his head, not really having her hand on his head, but hovering enough so that her fingertips touched the edge and she moved her hand like that in a circular motion so that, by the end, she framed his whole head.
“I’ll wait for you however much I need to,” she said after moments of silence and turned away hastily, ingraining in her mind the feel of his touch from the few precious weeks they had together for the many lonesome nights that would surely come.