Author: RaineCloud
Pairing: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG
Warning: Sex kinda stuff. WOWIES.
Thanks to: JKR and my whimsical imagination. Oh, and my very own Harry Potter aka Michael, my fiance.
Summary: Just a little fluff piece. I'm rather fond of these short little reflection things.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING.
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Reality
My mother always told me that I wouldn't know the true meaning of love until I was much
older. Maybe she's right. All I know is that I need this man to breathe. I love him with everything I have. I
adore him. His bright green eyes are the very reason I live. I love him, I need him. And I have him. I'm laying
here silently, just listening to his heart beat, just to make sure that this is all real. Just to make sure it's not a
dream. The beauty of it all is intense. I can feel him breathing beneath my bare skin. I turn to look at him. He
is the very thing that heaven is made of. He is light and dark, love and hate, truth and lies, summer and
winter. He is everything.
My eyes close and I'm drifting into a beautiful dream, filled with colour and pouring with raw
emotion. I'm in in a bed of petals. They're every colour of the rainbow; red, blue, purple, silver, violet, green,
pink, gold, periwinkle. I'm nude and all I have to cover myself are those petals. But, I realize, I don't want to
cover myself. I want to run and sing and dream and love, and I don't care who sees. I'm beginning to dance
wildly, as though tomorrow will never come. My lover, my Harry, is dancing beside me and when we stop,
we hold each other. We collapse into the bed of petals and hold on to each other, never wanting to let go.
Then I wake up. I smile and turn to look at my lover again. He really is the most wonderful
thing that's happened to me. The sun is rising now, and the golden rays shine down upon his golden skin,
illuminating him to the point that he looks as if he is part of the sun; that he's drifted into this room on
accident, for he is far too beautiful to lay in such an ordinary bed in such an ordinary room. Harry's opening
his eyes. He smiles warmly at me and wraps his arms around my small stature. I just smile. My mother was
wrong, I think to myself, melting into the kiss he's just poured on to my lips. This is true love. This is the
thing I long for most, and when I least expected it, I'd gotten. My thoughts drift back to the dream. Yes, it
had been a nice dream, but I think I like reality better.
Pairing: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG
Warning: Sex kinda stuff. WOWIES.
Thanks to: JKR and my whimsical imagination. Oh, and my very own Harry Potter aka Michael, my fiance.
Summary: Just a little fluff piece. I'm rather fond of these short little reflection things.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING.
_______________________________________________________________________
Reality
My mother always told me that I wouldn't know the true meaning of love until I was much
older. Maybe she's right. All I know is that I need this man to breathe. I love him with everything I have. I
adore him. His bright green eyes are the very reason I live. I love him, I need him. And I have him. I'm laying
here silently, just listening to his heart beat, just to make sure that this is all real. Just to make sure it's not a
dream. The beauty of it all is intense. I can feel him breathing beneath my bare skin. I turn to look at him. He
is the very thing that heaven is made of. He is light and dark, love and hate, truth and lies, summer and
winter. He is everything.
My eyes close and I'm drifting into a beautiful dream, filled with colour and pouring with raw
emotion. I'm in in a bed of petals. They're every colour of the rainbow; red, blue, purple, silver, violet, green,
pink, gold, periwinkle. I'm nude and all I have to cover myself are those petals. But, I realize, I don't want to
cover myself. I want to run and sing and dream and love, and I don't care who sees. I'm beginning to dance
wildly, as though tomorrow will never come. My lover, my Harry, is dancing beside me and when we stop,
we hold each other. We collapse into the bed of petals and hold on to each other, never wanting to let go.
Then I wake up. I smile and turn to look at my lover again. He really is the most wonderful
thing that's happened to me. The sun is rising now, and the golden rays shine down upon his golden skin,
illuminating him to the point that he looks as if he is part of the sun; that he's drifted into this room on
accident, for he is far too beautiful to lay in such an ordinary bed in such an ordinary room. Harry's opening
his eyes. He smiles warmly at me and wraps his arms around my small stature. I just smile. My mother was
wrong, I think to myself, melting into the kiss he's just poured on to my lips. This is true love. This is the
thing I long for most, and when I least expected it, I'd gotten. My thoughts drift back to the dream. Yes, it
had been a nice dream, but I think I like reality better.