Fanfiction - Harry Potter - What You Own
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leskuhTitle: What You Own
Fandom/Universe: Harry Potter
Character(s): Harry, Ginny
Rating: Teen
Eventually, she grips his hand in hers and moves it onto her hip, making his fingers push aside the cloth so that he touches the bare flesh beneath. He gives her a puzzled look, but allows her to latch onto one finger and trail it along the raised flesh that exists there.
“Here,” she says, “Here is where Fred accidentally burned me with a rogue spell when I was six.”
He looks nervous and squirms his hand around awkwardly. She tightens her grip as she moves his hand to the back of her head. She presses his fingers down so he can feel a slight indent in her skull. He shudders.
“And this, “ she tells him, “is from when I fell against the banister when I was eleven.”
He squeaks and tries to pull his hand away, but she refuses to let him slip away. She stares directly into his eyes as she slowly unbuttons the top of her shirt so that he can see the exposed flesh of her chest (and its nothing new, but it still hurts in the light of day). He lets out a groan as she moves his fingers along an ugly red gash running between her breasts.
“And this...” she breathes. “is from two years ago. When Hermione died and Ron was blown into a million pieces. This is from the day that I almost lost you forever. This is from Voldemort. This is mine.”
And he knows what she’s trying to say and it burns.
“And I am not them.”
And when he makes love to her that night he finds it much harder to recall their faces.
a/n: I guess I just really love the idea of searching within someone for things that don't exist. Trying to make connections through all the things we lack.
Ginny responds.
she just wants to be known.
Fandom/Universe: Harry Potter
Character(s): Harry, Ginny
Rating: Teen
Eventually, she grips his hand in hers and moves it onto her hip, making his fingers push aside the cloth so that he touches the bare flesh beneath. He gives her a puzzled look, but allows her to latch onto one finger and trail it along the raised flesh that exists there.
“Here,” she says, “Here is where Fred accidentally burned me with a rogue spell when I was six.”
He looks nervous and squirms his hand around awkwardly. She tightens her grip as she moves his hand to the back of her head. She presses his fingers down so he can feel a slight indent in her skull. He shudders.
“And this, “ she tells him, “is from when I fell against the banister when I was eleven.”
He squeaks and tries to pull his hand away, but she refuses to let him slip away. She stares directly into his eyes as she slowly unbuttons the top of her shirt so that he can see the exposed flesh of her chest (and its nothing new, but it still hurts in the light of day). He lets out a groan as she moves his fingers along an ugly red gash running between her breasts.
“And this...” she breathes. “is from two years ago. When Hermione died and Ron was blown into a million pieces. This is from the day that I almost lost you forever. This is from Voldemort. This is mine.”
And he knows what she’s trying to say and it burns.
“And I am not them.”
And when he makes love to her that night he finds it much harder to recall their faces.
a/n: I guess I just really love the idea of searching within someone for things that don't exist. Trying to make connections through all the things we lack.
Ginny responds.
she just wants to be known.
