A/N: Welp. Haven't updated this in a while.

For Acid Pops in owluvr's Honeydukes Competition, in which the challenge is to write a fic about someone missing someone else.

Character: Ginny Weasley (HarryGinny pairing)

Prompt: 35. Dark

Sometimes you shove your face into your pillow so that it catches the tears you don't want to let fall. You wrap your arms tight around it and breathe deeply, imaging his scent is on the soft fabric and that the warmth you feel on your cheek is the heat of his neck and not your warm tears leaving wet spots on your pillowcase.

Sometimes you wear his t-shirt under your uniform. He doesn't know. It's an old one, much too short for him now, worn at the ends and a lot bigger than you expected it to be, but it's soft and pale, pale green and it makes you feel that little bit closer to him. You wear it under your robes like you wear his love under your skin and it's a secret. Nobody knows but you.

Sometimes you sit in the large window of your dormitory and watch the storm clouds roll in. They are dark and harsh, but you've seen darker things, harsher things in the depths of his eyes. You watch the rain fall and imagine that the droplets you see are kissing his skin for you, a replacement for all the ones you wish you could have given him, could still give him. You watch the lightening strike once and end up pulling the curtains tight and crawling into bed because it hurts too much.

But most times...

Most times you are Ginny Weasley, DA member and rebel extraordinaire. You are standing up to people with twisted tattoos who spit curses at children and you are taking beatings and curses with your lips sewn shut and you are thinking about the future and trying to remember what hope feels like.

Most times, you don't think about him.

Because, most times, that's the only way you can make it through.