Euphoria
Just an extremely short one shot I was inspired to work on.
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The world around him was so different than it was only a few years ago. It was odd, waking up to complete peace. There was no worry that at any moment Voldemort would ruin something, his scar was not causing him pain, and for the first time – in a long time – he felt completely normal in life. Well, as normal of a life "The Chosen One" could have.
He could wake up in the morning; the white sun glazing over the white washed walls in his flat, his arm around Ginny, and know that no matter what came at him, now or tomorrow, things would be alright.
He watched Ginny closely. This was his favorite time of the morning, she was never much of a morning person anyways, but he always loved the way she looked when she slept. She was still for the most part, only ever moving to curl into him or bring the blankets to her face. Her eyes seemed to dance beneath the lids, Harry liked to think that she'd dream about him. He knew he dreamed of her.
He could make a list of all the things he loved about her. The way her eyes lit up, how he could have a conversation with her and feel completely comfortable, how her hair fell on her face. How when they fought- her eyes would have a fiery likeness, how she burnt the pancakes every time. How she read his mind at times, the way she said his name. How it felt to wake up and see her next to him. He could stay like this forever. Her and him, him and her, and nothing in between.
He remembered how it felt, when Ron, Hermione, and himself were so far away from her. He could force himself into as many epiphanies and ultimatums as he wanted, but none of them would change the miles between them or how badly he had wanted them to disappear. Every moment he spent looking at that little dot on the map, every second he thought about the feel of her lips on his. It was enough to drive him completely and utterly mad.
As the snow fell on the windowsill, Harry couldn't help but feel only the utmost content.
This wasn't a dream and no one could take this from him.
Her eyes opened slowly, and she looked at him. Her smile was the warmest feeling one could acquire in the middle of winter.
"It's always been you, Harry," She spoke softly, placing her hand on his cheek, "Now, how about some pancakes?"