sivullinen: Weeks, Weeks, Weeks (Ron/Ginny, PG-13)
Title: Weeks, Weeks, Weeks
Author: sivullinen
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: #21, Weeks
Word Count: 358
Summary: Ginny hasn't seen Ron in weeks.
Warnings: incest
I haven’t seen Ron in eight weeks.
The last time was when they were leaving the Burrow to fight Voldemort with some mysterious way they couldn’t tell me. He had a grim but determined look on his face, and he avoided looking at me, just like Harry and Hermione. But I hope it was for another reason.
I watched after them, until they Disapparated away.
***
I haven’t heard of Ron in five weeks.
The last time was just a short note: "Everything is going well. Harry and Hermione say hi. Take care. Ron." Of course I understand that he can’t say anything important on paper in case it’s intercepted, but I excepted something. Is "I miss you" too risky to write?
Back then, I was angry and thought the letter was as good as nothing. Now I know better. I sleep with it under my pillow.
***
I haven’t kissed Ron in nine weeks.
The last time was when I found out he and Hermione are going with Harry, not coming to Hogwarts. I cried and kissed him and tried to remind him of the passion between us which he’d surely miss, of the love I knew we both felt, even if he denied it, but he stayed adamant. He pushed me away, and told me to behave, and left me alone in my misery.
***
I haven’t shagged Ron in fourteen weeks.
The last time was when professor Dumbledore still lived, and when we didn’t care about consequences, about right or wrong. We were in a secret corridor that didn’t lead anywhere. I don’t know if I should have taken that as a sign of our relationship. Together, we were exciting and exhilarating and forbidden, and that's all I cared about.
***
Weeks, weeks, weeks. And last year I thought that being days without Ron was agonizing.
I wish I could say that it doesn’t matter, that I’m still not doubting our love, his love, my love, our relationship, the rightness of it, but weeks, so many weeks of not seeing him, kissing him, or even hearing from him make me doubt even my own sanity.
Author: sivullinen
Rating: PG-13
Prompt Set: 50.1
Prompt: #21, Weeks
Word Count: 358
Summary: Ginny hasn't seen Ron in weeks.
Warnings: incest
I haven’t seen Ron in eight weeks.
The last time was when they were leaving the Burrow to fight Voldemort with some mysterious way they couldn’t tell me. He had a grim but determined look on his face, and he avoided looking at me, just like Harry and Hermione. But I hope it was for another reason.
I watched after them, until they Disapparated away.
***
I haven’t heard of Ron in five weeks.
The last time was just a short note: "Everything is going well. Harry and Hermione say hi. Take care. Ron." Of course I understand that he can’t say anything important on paper in case it’s intercepted, but I excepted something. Is "I miss you" too risky to write?
Back then, I was angry and thought the letter was as good as nothing. Now I know better. I sleep with it under my pillow.
***
I haven’t kissed Ron in nine weeks.
The last time was when I found out he and Hermione are going with Harry, not coming to Hogwarts. I cried and kissed him and tried to remind him of the passion between us which he’d surely miss, of the love I knew we both felt, even if he denied it, but he stayed adamant. He pushed me away, and told me to behave, and left me alone in my misery.
***
I haven’t shagged Ron in fourteen weeks.
The last time was when professor Dumbledore still lived, and when we didn’t care about consequences, about right or wrong. We were in a secret corridor that didn’t lead anywhere. I don’t know if I should have taken that as a sign of our relationship. Together, we were exciting and exhilarating and forbidden, and that's all I cared about.
***
Weeks, weeks, weeks. And last year I thought that being days without Ron was agonizing.
I wish I could say that it doesn’t matter, that I’m still not doubting our love, his love, my love, our relationship, the rightness of it, but weeks, so many weeks of not seeing him, kissing him, or even hearing from him make me doubt even my own sanity.