A/N : I'm not sure where I came up with this, but here it goes. My first songfic. The gorgeous song used is "Dreaming With a Broken Heart" and it belongs to John Mayer. And Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. Enjoy.
Dreaming With a Broken Heart
He raised his hand to her face and felt the warmth emitting off of her cheeks. She blushed a bright scarlet that only a Weasley could manage and she wrapped her arms around him in a loving embrace.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe
Harry's eyes darted open and as he saw blackness all around him he rolled onto all fours and attempted to catch his breath. He had felt her smooth skin against his own, he had stared into her bright brown eyes, brushed back her fiery red hair, and he had longed to kiss her pink lips. He flipped back onto his back and began to let his mind wander…
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Who did he think he was kidding? He knew she wasn't there, she was at Hogwarts where she should be. It was much safer there and despite his selfish wish for her to be with him, he would never put her in danger. Although that still didn't stop him from dreaming of her every night, causing him to wake every morning and remind himself that she wasn't there.
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with her crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
The day when Ginny had taken him into her room and kissed him, he had never wanted that moment to end. Her eyes had been so wide and close to tears and all too soon he and the rest of the trio had to leave on their journey. Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Harry knew that he would not be able to see her for a long time. He wasn't sure if he would ever get to see her again, but he still wished with all of his heart that he would one day wake up with her by his side. He wished that he could have stayed at Hogwarts and that someone else would be the one to find the horcruxes and stop Voldemort. He wished that they were together.
But Harry knew that no matter how much he wished, it would have to be him to stop the dark lord, in order to save her and everyone else that he could.
Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my , roses in my hands?
Would you get them if I did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Roses always had a way of reminding Harry of Ginny. The brilliant red colour of their petals was a reflection of not only her red hair, but her brilliant spirit. When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
Harry slowly began to close his eyes again and his mind was filled with visions of brilliant red hair and a smile that had a way of melting his heart.
In his right hand he clutched a cherry red rose petal, the same one that he had held every night hoping that if he held it tight enough, Ginny would get it.
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