'cross my heart
:~:
Somewhere between awake and asleep, dreams and reality, Harry's shoulder is being shaken.
He clutches Ginny closer as Hogwarts trembles, splitting down the middle; on one side lay the dead, and on the other, those who have yet to die… and he loses his balance, falling, falling into the chasm, Ginny's hand slipping from his –
"Harry!"
Ginny's eyes are wide, wild, terrified. Exhilarated with revelation.
"What?" he says, groping for his wand, half sitting up. "What?" Because the room still feels like it's shaking.
"Harry – Harry, your heart," Ginny says, laying her head back down, her ear right over it.
"What about it?"
She smiles. Her fingers slide across his chest and close around his. "It's beating."
Sinking back down onto the pillow, he closes his eyes, buries his face in her hair. "Yeah. It does that."
"You're alive, Harry," Ginny says into his chest: Her lips are like fire on his bare skin. "You're alive."
a/n: i had a thought that maybe ginny would be... not surprised, exactly, but have it hit her that harry made it back alive. and i kind of imagine her as a little kid, almost, in this, like when you were little and you'd sit on your dad's lap and say, "i can hear your heart!" like that.
by the way - the ' in the title is supposed to be there. it's like, "across my heart," rather than, "cross my heart." you know? play on words? ish? that kinda thing?
enough of my rambling. this week has gone way too slow - it should be thursday by my body clock - so i'd love some good reviews. :)
~whispered touches
disclaimer: i do not own Harry Potter. it's all JKR's.
