(Lyrics are from Saves the Day's song, "Banned from the back porch". This is weird, I know. Disregard. I'll understand if no one reviews - it's probably got typos like anything. Oh well, I wrote it at 2:00 in the morning. ;]
~Pinefresh)
I stepped out into the night and put my feet down on the wet patio floor
The sky's air had been cooling and steam rose from everywhere
I could feel drops of rain slipping off tree's leaves and splattering to the ground
It's always misty after a summer pour
* * * * *
Harry opened his eyes to see that it was pitch black in Ron's room.
"Lumos."
His watch said it was 3:30 AM, and he had no idea why he was awake. He heard the faint patter of rain on the Burrow's window panes, felt the humidity sticking the sheet to his chest.
Harry got up, decided to get himself a drink. He looked around the kitchen. Odd, how quiet the kitchen was. He could hear everything he was doing, aware of ice clinking against his glass. He heard the bubbles rise from his ginger-ale, and took a sip. Harry stepped out onto the porch in his bare feet. The wet grass felt nice beneath his toes. He felt alive.
* * * * *
And I'll remember turning around and looking out
And staring in and focusing on this one beautiful girl
And I said, "Oh who is this?
Where was she all those crazy years?
Where was she when my heart couldn't take its beat?"
* * * * *
Harry turned around. He could have sworn he heard something, someone. It sounded like feet. The fog around him was thick and misty, it was hard to see.
And then he saw her. A profile of a girl he had never seen before. Or never seen in this moonlight. Why did it feel so right to him? Why did her face make him feel like home? He swore needed her...
* * * * *
I sipped down some warm ginger ale
And drew back a breath
And headed over to see about this girl
I couldn't say a thing and I just stared open and wide
And I connected with her eyes to feel my gut fall through the floor
Oh my god, I think I'm falling.
* * * * *
Harry took a sip of ginger-ale, drew breath, and headed to this girl. Rain was hardly falling now. He felt as though he might slip on the dewy blades of grass.
He tapped her on a pale shoulder, brushing auburn hair out of the way. She turned to him, smiled, and met his eyes.
And Harry knew who it was. He knew who it was all along, and wouldn't believe his heart's beat that told him she was the one every time he saw her.
And now...oh no...had he slipped? He was spinning. And he felt something jerk him by the shoulders. It might have been love.
~
He felt cushion underneath him. It was a dream. And it had been so real. The girl...that one girl. And the dewy grass, and ginger-ale. But the girl. He had to remember who it was. And he got up out of bed, because for some reason he thought it would help.
Harry walked out of Ron's bedroom and, on his way to the toilet, he passed an open bed room door. He almost walked past it before a figure in a bed caught his eye.
It was Ginny.
Harry felt his gut fall, and believed his heart's beat.
~Pinefresh)
I stepped out into the night and put my feet down on the wet patio floor
The sky's air had been cooling and steam rose from everywhere
I could feel drops of rain slipping off tree's leaves and splattering to the ground
It's always misty after a summer pour
* * * * *
Harry opened his eyes to see that it was pitch black in Ron's room.
"Lumos."
His watch said it was 3:30 AM, and he had no idea why he was awake. He heard the faint patter of rain on the Burrow's window panes, felt the humidity sticking the sheet to his chest.
Harry got up, decided to get himself a drink. He looked around the kitchen. Odd, how quiet the kitchen was. He could hear everything he was doing, aware of ice clinking against his glass. He heard the bubbles rise from his ginger-ale, and took a sip. Harry stepped out onto the porch in his bare feet. The wet grass felt nice beneath his toes. He felt alive.
* * * * *
And I'll remember turning around and looking out
And staring in and focusing on this one beautiful girl
And I said, "Oh who is this?
Where was she all those crazy years?
Where was she when my heart couldn't take its beat?"
* * * * *
Harry turned around. He could have sworn he heard something, someone. It sounded like feet. The fog around him was thick and misty, it was hard to see.
And then he saw her. A profile of a girl he had never seen before. Or never seen in this moonlight. Why did it feel so right to him? Why did her face make him feel like home? He swore needed her...
* * * * *
I sipped down some warm ginger ale
And drew back a breath
And headed over to see about this girl
I couldn't say a thing and I just stared open and wide
And I connected with her eyes to feel my gut fall through the floor
Oh my god, I think I'm falling.
* * * * *
Harry took a sip of ginger-ale, drew breath, and headed to this girl. Rain was hardly falling now. He felt as though he might slip on the dewy blades of grass.
He tapped her on a pale shoulder, brushing auburn hair out of the way. She turned to him, smiled, and met his eyes.
And Harry knew who it was. He knew who it was all along, and wouldn't believe his heart's beat that told him she was the one every time he saw her.
And now...oh no...had he slipped? He was spinning. And he felt something jerk him by the shoulders. It might have been love.
~
He felt cushion underneath him. It was a dream. And it had been so real. The girl...that one girl. And the dewy grass, and ginger-ale. But the girl. He had to remember who it was. And he got up out of bed, because for some reason he thought it would help.
Harry walked out of Ron's bedroom and, on his way to the toilet, he passed an open bed room door. He almost walked past it before a figure in a bed caught his eye.
It was Ginny.
Harry felt his gut fall, and believed his heart's beat.