Chapter 1 : To the girl I love.
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Everyone expected a promise out of me, a promise of killing Lord Voldemort, the promise of knowing what I was doing. I didn’t and sometimes, even though it’s all over, I still don’t.
I’m making a promise to the person who doesn’t even want one. I’ll make a promise to you, not for the reason of not wanting one, because I want you to know, I want you to know all I could say. You’re all I have, but you’re all I need. You are my Ginny.
I have you. I don’t need anything else. You’re all I could ever want. You are all everyone could want, but I’m the lucky man that has you, and I promise to never let you go.
I don’t want to be the idiot that lets the girl they love get away. I promise to never be stupid enough to let another bloke have you. I’ll do anything. I’ll do anything just to keep you with me. I promise to do everything in the world to keep you happy.
I promise to keep you safe, to make sure you’re ok. I promise to support you in all you could do, in everything you do. I promise to love you for every day I have you, and for every day I don’t. I could never be unhappy with you. You are my happiness, and I’m lost without you.
If you think about it, my life hasn’t been biscuits and tea, and you know, you know it all. You’re the one who’s standing beside me when I visit my parent’s grave. You’re the one that keeps the people with questions away. You’re the one that understands that I’m not a hero. I’m just Harry.
You’re the one that knows, but doesn’t care. You don’t care about my scar, the fact that I’m the Boy Who Lived. You don’t care. You make me feel normal, feel perfect, feel like everything is right. You do this by just being with me. How could I let you go?
I’m not sure how or when I began to like you. I couldn’t tell if it was because you were funny, if it was because you were an excellent chaser, or if it was because you weren’t a friend. The way we talked about things weren’t the same way I talked with Ron and Hermione. You just seemed to get everything I had to say.
Then there’s the fact that you did, to put it lightly, change over the summer. I mean, holy crap. You have legs, and really long tomato red hair, and while I’m sure it played a huge factor of why I began to like you, I think I liked you so much because of everything you are; you are a happy, lively person. You make the whole world seem better.
I promise to make your world seem better. I promise to hold you when you’re sad, to make sure you’ll never have to go through anything alone. I promise to make you the happiest you could ever be. I promise that I will never hurt you.
I remember hating seeing you sad, I remember the days when I couldn’t do anything about it. I remember the days I was scared for your life more than I was for mine. I remember Ron walking in the day of my seventeenth birthday, and it feeling like all bliss was gone.
I felt horrible. I felt horrible about leaving, about still loving you, about wishing I could still have you with me. I never wanted to let go, I never wanted you to feel like I was giving up on us. I never wanted to feel the way I did once. I had to let go, and it wasn’t until Ron shooed me out of the room that I realized I was still holding onto your hand. You are my happiness.
I promise to be you’re happiness. I promise to be you’re everything. I promise to do all I can do and more just for you. I don’t even have to promise this because I already want to; I want to be everything for you. I want to be the best person for you, knowing that I will never be better than you are for me.
“You want to show me what you’re writing?” asks Ginny, putting her arms around me.
“No,” I reply, quickly flipping over the piece of paper.
“Why not?”asks Ginny, making another reach for the paper “It’s not a secret, is it?”
“Yes, I’m afraid it is, and you will never be able to see it until twenty years later,” I tease, grinning.
“That’s your speech for the wedding, isn’t it?” Ginny asks, smiling. “You know you don’t have to write one.”
“I know, but I’m not going to give it to you at the wedding,” I reply, turning around in my chair and pulling her closer.
“What are you saving for?” asks Ginny, raising her eyebrows.
“For a day when I don’t have to say it in front of five hundred people,” I reply smiling. “For a day with just you and me, and then I won’t feel like such a dork when I read it.”
“I like it when you’re dorky,” says Ginny, ruffling my hair to make it more messy. “It just tells me that I know you. That you’re not the way everyone says you are.”
“That’s another on the list of the thousand reasons and more on why I love you,” I say. “But can I please be your dork without the crowds from the wedding?”
Ginny smiles a soft, sincere smile that makes all the difference in the world. “I would love that, if we waited for that day of just you and me,” she whispers, kissing me.
I promise to love you, every day, every moment in life, every second. I promise this to you because you don’t know how much I love you. I promise to love you forever, and I don’t even need to promise that because I know I will. I promise you a thousand and one promises.
I promise to be yours forever, in the hopes you will for me.
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