A/N: Here's my newest HP drabble-y ficlet. It's a Harry x Ginny. I don't ship them at all, like literally AT ALL (except for in maybe Next Gen fics I tolerate it), but this came to me so I had to write it. Though it's not that shippy anyway. I like it though. I think Harry would really cherish the peace, and therefore this sprung forth. Enjoy! R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Monumental Stillness
This is what he loved about her. She understood that after years of being told what he had to do, who he had to be; and living under the pressure to be the savior, the Chosen One, the Boy-Who-Lived; he was more than comfortable to do absolutely nothing whenever he got the chance.
Sometimes he likes to just sit with his thoughts—not too long because after awhile the hardest memories begin to creep in and they can be too much for him. He likes to sit in the quiet, at peace. Peace, that was the appeal of it. After years of chaos and terror and war, a moment of peace and quiet and tranquility is no longer a luxury, it's a common occurrence in his daily life.
The fact that she can understand his need for this; that she can just sit beside him, hold his hand and not speak for just a moment, exhilarates him. He loves her all the more for it. Because he lives for those moments of monumental stillness that so many others don't appreciate.