"GINNY WHAT ARE WE?"
Harry wanted to ask his beautiful, brave, one of a kind girlfriend. What are we? Not in a breakup sense, not in a lovey-dovey way either. What in the world were they to each other? In a superficial way, one could say they were each other's boyfriend or girlfriend. They were a dynamic duo-power couple-team. But the Harry and Ginny Harry knew were not like that. They were each other's emotional backbones, best friend's, and...and...and what?
There was no denying the spark the two used to have. And the war did nothing but strengthen that spark. There was always that feeling of uncertainty that had clouded Harry's life for the most part, but when it came to Ginny? Ginny was always a certain. She was always there, she had always been there for him and there was absolutely no changing that.
But the war was over now, and things were slowly turning into certains, too. People were certainly not going to be treated unfairly due to uncontrollable factors such as blood purity and general heritage. Families were not going to separated, conflicted over superficial ideas and concepts. No one else would die.
For the most part, whatever was here, whoever was here, however...that would be the way things ran for a while. No longer did the Boy Who Lived have to be scared of the future because, as of now, the future was certain.
Yet his feelings and thoughts were certainly out of control.
He loved Ginny, but the feelings were starting to wane. Why? How? He felt like an utter git. Ginny was everything anyone could ever want in a person, yet he didn't love her as much as he knew she deserved. This led to an internal conflict for Harry Potter. Should he stay with her and be the best he could- or tell her gently how he felt? Ginny was a spark that Harry was afraid he was burning out. Was this normal for longtime-ish couples? It had only been, what, 2 years?
He pondered and pondered and wondered and slept. Nothing seemed to help.
Hermione was always busy nowadays, so he couldn't go to her. Ron...that'd be awkward. Draco? No, he and Draco were not that friendly yet. They hadn't reached the stage of rant-to-me-about-your-relationship yet. He didn't understand half of Luna's intrinsic metaphors, and Neville was currently sorting his own life out and needed not to be burdened with Harry's, and so, finally, Harry concluded that he'd go to the next best thing:
Pansy Parkinson.
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Fanfiction" i'm shit at writing but i'm also rich and pretty so no one really cares. actually, scratch that. " in which a simple thank you not after the war turns into a series of back-and-forth letters between harry and draco
