Summary: She plummets into nothing.
Rating: GSpoilers: None.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling has the privilege of owning Harry Potter. Although I do have a Draco clone locked up in my closet.
Notes: A short little drabble fic I wrote while putting off my chemistry homework. I must say I could not think of a title to save my life so I figured I'd go the easy route.
Falling
By Dismayed Critic
She's falling. And all she can see is blackness. And all she can feel is the frozen air streaking past her body.
And she's falling into nothing.
And suddenly it stops. She's searching for who caught her. Her eyes are scanning for what made her stop. But all she can see is blackness.
And then she sees him. His golden silver hair is shinning. And his steel-grey eyes are bright.
And her eyes snap open. And her body shoots into a sitting position.
"Go back to sleep love," grumbles her sleeping husband. And all she can see of him is his flaming red hair. And she wonders why he has never been the one to catch her when she's falling.
