Disclaimer: All characters here in belong to J.K. Rowling and Scholastic books. This is a work of fan fiction. It is a Son fic inspired by Beautiful Disaster by Kelly Clarkson BMG Music, 19records 2004

A/N: I finally got the Kelly Clarkson CD. And this song hit me as totally potter so I started writing a fic to this. Tell me how you like it. I know I have been doing about a million other things. My HP Fans I'm back… though this one may take me a bit longer to complete than Kelidoball, it is still going to be way shorter. Hang in there with me.

Beautiful Disaster

S.K. Rowling

Part 1 (Verse 1 Ln1&2)

He drowns in his dreams

An exquisite extreme I know...

He was tossing about in bed again. He'd been having nightmares lately. The kind that gets violent, you know, if you don't calm down. I opened my eyes and reached out to him, "Shhh... Harry," I said kissing the side of his head.

He mumbled in response. I ran my fingers through his hair and hummed a soft tune. He relaxed immediately and slept.

Then I was awake. I was in his quarters and I looked around for something to do. "What I wouldn't give for a television." I murmured as I held Harry close. There was a book on his desk, but that was all the way across the room. I didn't want to wake him so I settled back in the bed attempting to occupy myself with something else.

Being with Harry has been completely bitter sweet. To be able to love someone this deeply cannot possibly be natural. I love him with my whole being and it hurts when he's not around. Is that normal? I suppose not. I know that one day we will be facing his mortality, but I pray God please let me be with him for a long time.

He stirred in my arms, and looked up at my face. His green eyes looking up at me with sleep making them heavy. I smiled softly then leaned down and kissed him softly. "You're awake." He murmurs into my chest placing a kiss right between my breasts.

"You were having a nightmare." I answered with a slight gasp.

"I'm sorry." He whispered kissing along my neck. "I was dreaming about Voldemort. He almost had me. Then you came and saved me."

"I saved you?" I asked breathlessly as he began to kiss his way back down my body.

"Your love saved me." Harry answered. I pulled him up to me I wanted him inside me and I knew that if he began doing what I knew was coming, he would stay there forever.

"I love you." I said opening up to him.

"I love you too." He whispered just before he claimed my lips. He entered me and we rode together slowly easily finding our rhythm.

I can never get enough of our physical connection. I'm like a fiend responding with my groin with a slight look or touch by him. I'm in heaven when we are together this is where I belong