Be Still My Heart

by Dana (aka: TheMadameWitchSendsHerRegards)

Another's Note: This is my first story ever posted at so please be kind. blushes This is a Harry and Hermione fic so don't read if it makes you squirm. Thankies and enjoy...

Disclaimer: I wish I had all those billions J.K. Rowling has but sigh I'm not her. I'm not claiming HP as mine.

I was running late for work
So I didn't change my shirt
The evening's drinks left a lingering taste in my mouth
And when I left
You were fast asleep
Tangled in the sheets
And on the bus I could have sworn it was all a dream
And it didn't happen to me

He had once thought that nothing could beat the sensation when he flew on his firebolt. He could go fast or slow. Up-side down, backwards, front wards, sideways. It didn't matter. As long as the wind blew in his face and he had a firm grip on his firebolt. Nothing could beat that feeling.

Nothing.

Until he met her. It is impossible to describe her.

She takes over everything. She isn't outstanding in the looks department. Her brown hair resembles a bush which gravity has no effect on it. A strong jaw and a petite body, perfect for her book-fetish. Nevertheless, he feels the air leave his lungs when he sees her. Its like when he flies nose first toward the ground. Like when his hand grabs for the snitch---oh god the snitch. How much the snitch resembles her eyes. They sparkle and shine in the sun and all the different colors swirl together so he can never figure out the right name for it.

But absolutely nothing, nothing can beat her hugs. Not even winning the house cup for seven years straight can beat her hugs. He didn't have much affection as a child and she gave him his first "hug." He still remembers it. Even after 10 years and many more hugs. He remembers all her hugs. Every single one, from the small one-armed hugs to the huge-body-throwing can't-breathe-holding-on-too-tight hugs.

His broom is still brought out often for games. He likes to ride it. Feel the wind brushing past his face. And although flying is amazing in many ways, she is better in more. Just a sniff of her hair or a peck on the check and he would give her anything. But he didn't mind. She was worth more than anything ever created.

And then I felt the scrapes
From the slippery subway grate.
Oh how you laughed
At my complete lack of grace.
But I could not recall
A more perfect fall
Cause when I looked up into your eyes
It didn't hurt at all.

And I thought, be still my heart
This could be a brand new start, with you.
And it will be clear
If I wake up and you're still here with me in the morning.

The End