Seeing Red
As he ran down the stairs towards the Great Hall, all he could think about was the color red. Her red shoes, the red skirt, red jumper. But the most striking, and what would haunt his dreams indefinitely, was her red hair.
He had run into her whilst walking to dinner, absorbed in his thoughts. His first thought that something was wrong, was when he felt the small body hit his. Being larger than the currently unknown body, he stayed upright as the other fell to the ground, losing her books.
"Watch where you are going, Malfoy!" said the voice now identified as one Ginerva Weasely.
"Weasley, maybe it should be you who is watching where they are going." said Draco Malfoy, a sneer on his face.
"Whatever just leave me alone." She retorted, a hint of sadness wavering in her voice.
Draco paused, he could say something about her, it would be easy enough. Her family was dirt poor, they were blood traitors, she worshipped Harry Potter, and she had the most radiant red hair. Wait, what?
Draco suddenly found himself enamored by the shimmering red color of her hair. The way the light from the torches glanced off of it made it shine with radiance unlike anything he had ever seen. Taking the moment to actually looked at her, Draco realized that what he had seen as a scrawny disgusting blood traitor actually had some curves and looked… good.
Without another word Draco tore himself away from the red headed goddess in front of him and began running.
Later that evening, Draco was lying in his room, unable to sleep. He found his thoughts controlled by the color red. Finally, after three hours of no sleep, Draco arose and moved toward the small wooden desk in the corner of his dormitory.
Draco never usually looked at the desk much, he felt it was taking up space and useless. His roommates used theirs for homework. Stupid thought when you know you can get others to do it for you. Intimidation has a way of persuading people as Draco found at a young age.
As Draco sat in the stool, parchment and a quill appeared. Draco sat there for hours, pondering what to write. Eventually, he gave up and began to write a letter with the things he had been given.
Dear Red,
You don't know me, but I know you. I saw you get knocked into the ground today by that prat Malfoy. You know, not all of us Slytherin's dislike you Gryff's. In some cases, we agree totally with what you say and do. I am writing you because I must tell you this. You are my obsession. Seeing you sprawled on the floor today, I saw a different you. You look amazing. I would be honored if you would meet me on top of the Astronomy Tower at midnight tomorrow. I will explain everything there.
Sincerely Yours,
Your Slytherin Admirer.
