She had short chestnut coloured hair which was in loose curls around her heart-shaped face. She had high cheek bones and big cinnamon brown eyes which were framed by her dark lashes. She wore a pretty sea-blue dress and a flustered expression which added a hint of rose pink to her pale complexion. She was beautiful. And I, Draco Malfoy, was for the first time in three years, left speechless.

We continue to gaze at each other in a moment that feels like a decade. I am already becoming too familiar with the colour of her eyes, soft and shining like smooth conkers, with every delicate lash which framed them, with how they sparkle when she laughs or how they glitter dangerously when she’s mad. I don’t stand a chance. I’m too far gone already.