It's the Heart that Matters
let it go,
let it roll right off your shoulder
don't you know
the hardest part is over
let it in,
let your clarity define you
in the end
we will only just remember how it feels
- Rob Thomas, Little Wonders
Harry had a habit of falling asleep in the orchard.
Once, coyly, Ginny had asked him if he would rather prefer her company in her bedroom. She remembered watching as the pink kiss the sun had lent to his cheeks had deepened. His head had ducked and sooty lashes had fallen; the contours of lips, however, had curved into her favorite lopsided grin. Grabbing Ginny by her hips, he had then pulled her back with him into the scattered leaves, pried loose by the wind from the shading apple trees.
Soft as the tickling grass beneath her, warm as the weight of his arm around her, Harry had breathed, "I feel safe underneath all the trees… knowing someone I love is just above, watching over me..." His eyes had never left the window directly above, flaming a golden claret in the sun: Ginny's.
Words were unneeded. Ginny had understood. After all, there was nothing between them now. She had only pressed her cheek to the warmth of his chest; the faithful pulse the only thing which had kept the tears at bay.
…the only thing that still does.
Note: Quite the departure from my usual writing, that's for certain. I'm trying to experiment with my style, so that's my excuse :) Before I get comments saying it's 'too short' or what have you, it's supposed to be short, though still not quite a drabble. If all goes well, I hope to make this a series where the following chapters will be in a similar drabble-style, only from Ron and Hermione's points of view. Perhaps Neville, too. I don't know just yet. Multi-chaptered fics are still a new endeavor, so please bear with me :))