a/n: i know that i had this posted as a second story a long time ago, but i
just had to put it in my bed ficlet collection. and thanks to all of you
who have reviewed for this story. it'sd been a real uplifter.
disclaimer: jk rowling can't have them back until we get the fifth book! HA!
Sometimes I like just laying there next to her, holding her in my arms and knowing that she's safe from any and all harm that could come to her. But then I have to think that I was the cause of her suffering at one point in time. She used to tell me that going out on one of my crazy crusades to kill Voldemort was enough to put her in an early grave.
And I almost did put her in an early grave when Voldemort came looking for me when I was gone. I almost lost her then. But her life was spared when Ron came over with a bad feeling and needed to check and see what was wrong. It was his life that was taken that day.
And it is for that that I am eternally grateful.
She shifts in her sleep and rolls over to face me. The light from the moon rolls onto her features gently and gracefully. She looks like an angel when she sleeps. I tell her this all the time. But she insists that after having two children, she isn't beautiful. I very much disagree.
Hermione is the best thing that has ever come to me. I didn't know it back when we were still in Hogwarts. but I do now. And I think Merlin for her everyday.
She mumbles something soft in her sleep and her eyes flutter. I kiss her forehead and whisper soft nothings to make her sleep easier. It seems to work and she drifts back into a peaceful slumber.
I can remember this angel when we were first married. She had been so young and beautiful then. Not that she isn't now, but the image of her then was one that I keep in a picture frame by my side of the bed. And if we didn't have children running around the house, I would have kept one of her that night by my bedside as well.
I chuckle lightly and her eyes slowly flutter open. She looks at me through narrow slits and reaches a hand up to brush the hair out of her face. Her smile lights up not only her face, but mine as well as I reach down to kiss her gently. I love these nightime encounters. And she does too, I can tell.
The way she begins to kiss me tells me so.
disclaimer: jk rowling can't have them back until we get the fifth book! HA!
Sometimes I like just laying there next to her, holding her in my arms and knowing that she's safe from any and all harm that could come to her. But then I have to think that I was the cause of her suffering at one point in time. She used to tell me that going out on one of my crazy crusades to kill Voldemort was enough to put her in an early grave.
And I almost did put her in an early grave when Voldemort came looking for me when I was gone. I almost lost her then. But her life was spared when Ron came over with a bad feeling and needed to check and see what was wrong. It was his life that was taken that day.
And it is for that that I am eternally grateful.
She shifts in her sleep and rolls over to face me. The light from the moon rolls onto her features gently and gracefully. She looks like an angel when she sleeps. I tell her this all the time. But she insists that after having two children, she isn't beautiful. I very much disagree.
Hermione is the best thing that has ever come to me. I didn't know it back when we were still in Hogwarts. but I do now. And I think Merlin for her everyday.
She mumbles something soft in her sleep and her eyes flutter. I kiss her forehead and whisper soft nothings to make her sleep easier. It seems to work and she drifts back into a peaceful slumber.
I can remember this angel when we were first married. She had been so young and beautiful then. Not that she isn't now, but the image of her then was one that I keep in a picture frame by my side of the bed. And if we didn't have children running around the house, I would have kept one of her that night by my bedside as well.
I chuckle lightly and her eyes slowly flutter open. She looks at me through narrow slits and reaches a hand up to brush the hair out of her face. Her smile lights up not only her face, but mine as well as I reach down to kiss her gently. I love these nightime encounters. And she does too, I can tell.
The way she begins to kiss me tells me so.