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storypaint) wrote2010-03-29 01:58 am
storypaint) wrote2010-03-29 01:58 am
[Harry Potter] Tremor (Harry/Ginny)
Title: Tremor
Fandom: Harry Potter
Length: 144 words
Prompt: Three-Sentence Fic-a-thon: Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny, every other day
Pairing: Harry/Ginny established
Other: Post Hallows.
Excerpt: Every other day, it seemed, he woke with a gasp, with the smell of old tent lingering in his nose from his dreams, with death and fear and snake in the forefront of his mind.
Every other day, it seemed, he woke with a gasp, with the smell of old tent lingering in his nose from his dreams, with death and fear and snake in the forefront of his mind. Ginny found it disturbing, at first, often jolting awake when he did, but after some time, they adapted, and as long as she was there, he could go back to sleep.
He woke, eyes rolling, but-- no, he was home, he was here, with Ginny, and here was her hand, firm in his; she didn't even really wake when he squeezed it and kissed her cheek, as he stopped shaking and settled back into bed, pressing his face into her shoulder and letting the memories go, because all of those days were gone now, and the one ahead would be safe from dark magic, just like every other day.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Length: 144 words
Prompt: Three-Sentence Fic-a-thon: Harry Potter, Harry/Ginny, every other day
Pairing: Harry/Ginny established
Other: Post Hallows.
Excerpt: Every other day, it seemed, he woke with a gasp, with the smell of old tent lingering in his nose from his dreams, with death and fear and snake in the forefront of his mind.
Every other day, it seemed, he woke with a gasp, with the smell of old tent lingering in his nose from his dreams, with death and fear and snake in the forefront of his mind. Ginny found it disturbing, at first, often jolting awake when he did, but after some time, they adapted, and as long as she was there, he could go back to sleep.
He woke, eyes rolling, but-- no, he was home, he was here, with Ginny, and here was her hand, firm in his; she didn't even really wake when he squeezed it and kissed her cheek, as he stopped shaking and settled back into bed, pressing his face into her shoulder and letting the memories go, because all of those days were gone now, and the one ahead would be safe from dark magic, just like every other day.