I'm reaching out to touch you
in the middle of the night
and I don't know if I've been sleeping
but I hold my pillow tight
Ginny rolled over to face her luminous digital clock. 3:27 AM. She was almost sure she'd been sleeping - she remembered a dream, in which Harry was riding around on his Firebolt, Cho sitting on the back, while Ginny herself looked on in jealousy. Then, Harry threw Cho off the broom, leaned down and took Ginny's hand. Then she had awoken, if indeed she had been sleeping.
Are you real or are you my
imagination playing games?
I can set you free, you'll always be
my one eternal flame.
She was almost sure she saw him, lying next to her in her bed, but ever since Cho and Harry's first date, she had been sick in bed, hallucinating, seeing mirages. Wishful thinking was the name she used for it, because only things she wanted to see would appear in her vision.
Your dreamy eyes,
they just won't say goodbye
well, it must be my faith
cause I just can't escape
And the passion never dies
She shook her head, trying to get the image of Harry out of it. His emerald eyes still gleamed at her from out of her hallucination.
Oh, dreamy eyes
no matter how I cry
I just can't reach you
dreamy eyes
She sobbed madly into her pillow suddenly, without warning. She felt so sick, mostly in her chest, in her heart. She so wanted him to be with her right now. Certainly, she saw him, but he wasn't there. He couldn't be.
What do I have to do
to get that close to you and your
"Harry?"
dreamy
"Yes, Ginny, it's me, I'm real."
eyes
"I love you, Gin."
in the middle of the night
and I don't know if I've been sleeping
but I hold my pillow tight
Ginny rolled over to face her luminous digital clock. 3:27 AM. She was almost sure she'd been sleeping - she remembered a dream, in which Harry was riding around on his Firebolt, Cho sitting on the back, while Ginny herself looked on in jealousy. Then, Harry threw Cho off the broom, leaned down and took Ginny's hand. Then she had awoken, if indeed she had been sleeping.
Are you real or are you my
imagination playing games?
I can set you free, you'll always be
my one eternal flame.
She was almost sure she saw him, lying next to her in her bed, but ever since Cho and Harry's first date, she had been sick in bed, hallucinating, seeing mirages. Wishful thinking was the name she used for it, because only things she wanted to see would appear in her vision.
Your dreamy eyes,
they just won't say goodbye
well, it must be my faith
cause I just can't escape
And the passion never dies
She shook her head, trying to get the image of Harry out of it. His emerald eyes still gleamed at her from out of her hallucination.
Oh, dreamy eyes
no matter how I cry
I just can't reach you
dreamy eyes
She sobbed madly into her pillow suddenly, without warning. She felt so sick, mostly in her chest, in her heart. She so wanted him to be with her right now. Certainly, she saw him, but he wasn't there. He couldn't be.
What do I have to do
to get that close to you and your
"Harry?"
dreamy
"Yes, Ginny, it's me, I'm real."
eyes
"I love you, Gin."