disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I never will. If I did, why would I be writing fanfiction? I would be on a private island, sipping iced tea with a umbrella top in it.
orokid: I want to know: Does anyone reading my fanfics live in Norco? Or go to Norco High School? And do I know you? That would be awesome!!
This is also my first Harry Potter fic so if you want to be gentle and give me some weird "Oh, this was…nice" thing, don't. Kay?
Usually, he would toss and turn in his bed, moaning painfully as his memories took his mind as his body laid at ease, then wake up screaming in the place he never felt like he truly belonged in, his whole body dripping with a cold sweat. Usually, his mind would wander to all the deaths he had witnessed in battle and the horrid face of the man who had haunted him since he had been born. Usually, he could pay attention in class, his warring soul telling him that he should get better so that no more lives were wasted in anymore useless battles. Even if his once great enemy was dead and gone, he still felt all the guilt, pain, and heaviness on his heart for not being able to save the other's lives.
But, somehow, today was different, and he couldn't quite understand why. Had he suddenly acquired a new maturity over his friends' deaths, over the people he had dirtied his own hands with their blood? No. He couldn't have just changed. Not over one night. Not after three years of torment his own mind put him through.
"Harry?" a heavenly voice called into his dark musings, halting them immediately. "Are you okay?"
He gulped as he looked at the brown haired woman in his doorway, she dressed only in one of his oversized t-shirts, staring him down worriedly. Just yesterday she had been his best friend, but today was different. Today, she was more.
"I'm fine", he told her straightly, feeling his cheeks burn brightly as his intense emerald orbs took in every revealed curve. "I'm more than fine, actually", he murmured, his eyes move to the bed sheets he was still tangled in. He smiled at her, causing him to blush even harder.
"I'm glad", she breathed in relief, sitting down beside his naked figure, only to lie down next to him. "I'm really glad:, she whispered into his ear, slowly drifting off to sleep.
He kissed her forehead, moving as close as he would without waking her. "Me too." He lied in his spot, watching her as she slept soundlessly on his bed. Sure that she was deep in dreamland, he whispered softly to her, "I love you, 'Mione. You cured me of everything."
Soon, he fell into a sweet dream, unnoticing her open an eye to look at him warmly. "I love you too."
With that, she fell into a true state of sleep, welcoming happily the warm feelings blossoming inside her to spread throughout her body.
orokid: How was that? Please tell me! Review my story please!
