TITLE: When We Dance

AUTHOR: Jules

RATING: PG-13

SUMMARY: "I can hear you, and I can feel you."

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Nothing at all. Poor, pitiful me…



A/N: I had a lot of requests to do a follow-up to "Dancing", so here we have a sequel. The title comes from the Sting song of the same name.



"When We Dance"



I know you don't realize it, but I can hear you, Ron.

I hear you everyday, when you come and sit by my bed and talk to me, holding my hand and caressing my face.

I can hear you, and I can feel you.

I do know you're there, and I know that if you ever stopped coming, I would die.

With your presence as my inspiration, I fight against the encompassing darkness that has claimed me. I struggle to return to you, to open my eyes and see your sweet, dear face, with your loving blue eyes and lop-sided smile.

I miss your smile.

I miss your hugs and the way you hold my hand.

I miss your kisses, sweet and soft and deep and drugging and soul- stealing.

I miss hearing you laugh, knowing that such light and joy exists in the world.

I miss lying in your arms, hearing your voice as you talk and feeling the vibrations in your chest.

But most of all, I miss you. You aren't the same anymore.

Harry talks to me too, love. He tells me how this is tearing you apart, how it hurts to just get up in the morning, knowing I'm not there. He worries about you, worries that you'll grow tired of the pain and the loneliness and do something drastic.

I know you won't, though. I know you well enough to know that you'd never do that unless you knew there was no hope that I'd ever wake up.

As long as you have that hope, you'll keep searching.

As long as you keep searching, you'll stay alive.

I can hear you, Ron.

I can hear the frustration and exhaustion and tears in your voice as you tell me that you've made me a promise that you intend to keep.

I can feel the desperate love and need in your embrace as you say goodbye, clinging to me and wishing so fervently that I would move or speak in your arms.

I can feel the softness of your lips on mine as you kiss me.

And I can feel, inside myself, the darkness lifting.

You're at the door now, but something makes you turn back and look at me.

I can see you, Ron.

And as you see my face, awake for the first time in a year, I see your eyes, your smile.

Your love.

My lifeline.

I smile. Inside my soul, inside my heart, I'm dancing.

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