Authors note: This is my first story and it's a one-shot. Hope you like it. Any feedback would be appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters.
He was staring at her again. That was all he seemed to be doing these days because, for some reason, his eyes always searched for that bushy mess of hers in class. She was sitting with her friends, laughing at something one of them had said with her eyes crinkling and her petite form doubling over with amusement. He sighed. For some reason, she couldn't seem to see that she truly was wonderful. She was just so clueless about herself. Sure, she was dorky and quite weird but at the same time, she was funny, kind and caring. She caught his eye across the room and smiled, her eyes shining with some joke or another and he thought that she had never looked better, never looked any more perfect, with her cheeks tinted pink and her hair all messed up, because she had never looked anything less than beautiful to him.