It Was Over

Chapter 3

I woke the next day in the Gryffindor common room, it took me a minute to remember the events of yesterday. That moment in-between sleeping and waking was so beautiful, but then is was greatly disrupted by the heavy weight of grief sitting on my chest, it’s hands closing around my throat. I sat up quickly hoping it would disappear, but it just got worse. I had to live in a world, a world with so many families torn apart by war, a world without Tonks, my friend, Lupin, my mentor, Fred, my brother. I sighed and turned to take in my surroundings. I was on one of the comfy burgundy couches in the common room, and a soft blanket was wrapped around me. I looked around for Harry, where was he? My mind panicked, and my body tensed. Was it all a dream? Is he dead? No, no! He is alive, but, but what if? I jumped up and ran up to the boys dormitories. I got to Harry’s bed, and there he was, sound asleep. I breathed, he was okay. I laid my hand on his chest to insure that he was properly breathing. Under the covers his chest was bare, I could feel the rise and fall of it, even the constant thumping of his heart. I closed my eyes and kept breathing, I inhaled and exhaled with Harry’s breath and it calmed me. I felt his hand close over mine and I opened my eyes. His eyes were still closed but the small smile that widened across his face told me that he was awake. With a jerk of my hand he pulled me down on top of him, and then he wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed my forehead.

“Sleep well?” He mumbled sleepily.

“Yeah, you?”

“Not till you came,” I could hear him smile through his words. “I kept getting up to check that you were still on the couch.”

“Well then maybe tonight I’ll come to bed with you so we can both sleep,” I suggested.

“That sounds…..lovely,” he mumbled apparently in deep thought. I snuggled closer to him and breathed in his scent, cedar wood and cinnamon. “But I think we are going back to your house today,” he said, “I don’t think your mum will be very happy if we slept in the same bed.”

“Who said she has to know?” I giggled. “Okay now come on, its best we get up.”

We got up out of bed, and like always around Harry I felt like a midget. Harry being 6’1 and myself being 5’2.

“Do you have to be so tall?” I asked him standing on my tiptoes trying to match his height. He laughed and grabbed my waist to lift me up.

“Better?” He asked still laughing.

“Much.” He put me down and frowned, “that was short lived,” I laughed.

Harry grabbed me again but this time lifted me up to kiss me. One hand under me and one cupped around my face, so I wrapped my legs around his middle and put my hands in his hair. This was the kind of stuff you live for.

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