Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine. The rest belongs to JKR except the lyrics from the song, Chasing Cars, which belong to Snow Patrol.

Breaking Point

Chapter 7

Here in Your Perfect Eyes

We'll do it all

Everything on our own

We don't need

Anything or anyone

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Ginny sighed heavily and glanced at the darkening sky above her. Only small shafts of sunlight made it through the thick foliage as the sun made its final farewell for the day. Making her way slowly through the grass, she spotted a handful of stars making their first appearance in the evening haze as the sun disappeared from sight completely. Dusk. Such a short span of time; the day was gradually slipping away while night slid into place. It was a time fresh with possibilities, the night was only beginning. Who knew where it would take her.

Ginny however, was not so keen on finding out where the night's events would lead her. She was still unable to comprehend the sheer magnitude of her decision, which was why she was walking continuously slower towards the river where she knew tonight's fate must lie.

As she strode further on, Ginny seriously considered simply returning home to the safety of her bed where she could curl up and keep the pain inside her. She realized well enough what her decision would mean, putting her heart in the line of fire. But somehow, something Hermione had said had finally gotten through to her. Or maybe, it was just the realization that she was moving to another country where he would finally be out of her life completely. It was exactly as Hermione had said, she needed a sense of closing. And then, maybe she would truly be able to move on with her life and cut the invisible threads that had been holding her back for so long.

I don't quite know how to say

How I feel

Those three words are said too much

They're not enough

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told before we get too old

Show me a garden that's bursting into life

With a final sigh of resignation, she strode forward and saw what she had been searching for. Among the thick green grass, she caught a glimpse of something white stretched out on the ground. Moving closer, she found Harry lying comfortably on his back in the grass, staring up at the star strewn sky. His lanky form looked graceful spread out across the ground. He wore a white collared shirt, untucked with the sleeves rolled up and the collar unbuttoned far enough to reveal a small sliver of tanned skin. The silver moonlight from the dark sky above seemed to illuminate his pure white shirt and his slightly ruffled hair matched the black sky perfectly. Harry lay with his hands behind his head and piercing green eyes focused on the stars above. His eyes were such a vivid shade of green, what had appeared to be bright grass a second before looked dull in comparison.

He looked so utterly stunning, Ginny felt her breath catch and heart skip a beat. He was so perfectly at ease, she hated to disturb him. She had just about made up her mind to leave straightaway and call the whole thing off, when Harry finally became aware of her presence. He sat up quickly, startled, and was almost at his feet before Ginny spoke.

"Do you do this often?"

Ginny was just as astonished as Harry at the words which had come tumbling out of her mouth.

"Yes," replied Harry simply, "I do."

Such simple words and Ginny felt as though her heart must have stopped beating. She had heard him speak at their last encounter. But now, in the cool moonlight, it made her feel lightheaded. His voice was deep and Ginny suddenly found herself wishing she were wrapped in his arms right now, feeling his warmth and hearing his rich voice whisper in her ear.

Ginny sank down to the ground, her white eyelet skirt flowing around her as she sat. Harry found himself copying her, leaning back and resting his hands behind his head. Ginny was merely a foot away and as the wind picked up, her sweet, floral scent wafted towards him. Harry felt himself becoming paralyzed in the grass beside her. He knew that he should get up and leave. They had long since gone their separate ways and he had promised himself their lives would not tangle together again.

Let's waste time

Chasing cars

Around our heads

I need your grace

To remind me

To find my own

All around them, the crickets hummed their summer melody and Ginny let out a small sigh and lay back in the grass beside him. Harry's resolve immediately began to unravel at the sight of her resting so serenely on the ground, gazing up into the heavens. Harry felt his chest constrict and felt as though he were floating a foot above the ground, suspended by an uncontrollable longing. He yearned to envelop her in his arms and feel her heart beating rapidly against his own. Harry was so entangled in his own desires that he barely heard Ginny's voice quietly break through the starry night. It was only a whisper and Harry wasn't sure if she had meant for him to hear it at all. "I never truly gave up hope on you…"

Harry stopped in mid-breath to look at her. The moonlight glittered across her fair skin and made her face appear angelic, swathed in lustrous scarlet hair.

"What did you say?" he asked quietly, his heart thumping wildly inside his chest. Ginny turned over in the grass at the sound of his voice and found herself face to face with Harry, who was looking at her intently. Ginny felt herself shudder under his intense gaze.

"Nothing. It, it doesn't matter," Ginny managed to stammer, who had indeed, not intended for him to hear her. But she soon found herself melting under his striking appearance. His messy black hair was a stark contrast against the whiteness of his shirt and his eyes glittered in the dim starlight.

"No," said Harry adamantly, leaning forward so his forehead rested tentatively against hers, "I think it does." Ginny opened her mouth as if to say something, though she didn't know what, when she felt Harry rest his hand lightly on her cheek. Harry was surprised at his own daring and something inside him screamed at him to stop, this would only complicate matters. But his aching chest was too much bear. He stared deeply into her copper eyes, which had been watching him unflinchingly. Such an exquisite shade of brown; dark amber and chestnut fused together with flecks of dazzling gold.

Ginny stared straight back, unwaveringly. She was just as enchanted with him as he was with her. Immersed within the depthless pools of green before her, she realized his once impenetrable eyes were now on fire. He was staring at her so ardently, yet with such a pained expression upon his handsome face. She lay on the cool ground, aware of his every move and conscious of his forehead leaning softly against hers and his warm hand splayed across her cheek. Ginny felt as though she were being pulled under a swiftly moving current, the water rising rapidly above her, blocking out all sound. She knew it was imprudent to linger her as she was just now. This wasn't what she had come for…

All that I am

All that I ever was

Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where

Confused about how as well

Just know that these things will never change for us at all

It wasn't until Ginny drew a breath, that Harry realized he too was gasping for air. Exhaling as calmly as she could, Ginny saw Harry's hair flutter and she longed to run her hands through it, ruffling his permanently messy hair. And before she knew what she was doing, her hand was reaching forward hesitantly. The second her hand made contact with his raven hair all manner of resolve was broken between them.

Harry's hand moved to the nape of her neck, his thumb accidentally brushing her check as he did so. In that one exhilarating moment, she felt his hot breath stop and his lips press gently against her own. She responded lustfully, full of ardor as she wound her fingers tightly through his hair.

Despite the cool breeze drifting lazily across the river, the air between them was blazing. Harry felt as though his head had begun to fill with thick fog. His only thoughts were of the vivacious redhead caressing his lips and he responded with equal fervor.

Ginny shivered slightly as Harry deepened the kiss. He felt her quaver against him and pulled her closer, wrapping his strong arms around her. Harry's hand, currently at the back of her neck, ran across the silver necklace residing there. He pulled back, fingers tracing the delicate chain until it came to an end, the rest tucked away under her shirt. Harry looked up at her inquisitively; he could have sworn he'd seen this necklace before.

Ginny gave a small intake of breath as she found Harry's eyes staring unabashedly into hers. She slowly lifted her hand and pulled out the rest of the necklace, Harry scrutinizing her every move. As the tiny silver teardrop pendant emerged from under her collar, he reached forward gingerly, holding it up to the moonlight. The next thing Ginny knew Harry was inclining his head towards her and she felt a low rumble in her ear, "I can't believe you still have this, I gave it to you so long ago…"

"I never truly gave up hope on you…" And Harry's head began to spin.

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

A/N: So, now things are finally happening! What did you think?

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