A/N: This is my first fanfic…please review! And enjoy!
Disclaimer: This is J.K. Rowling's world, and I am just visiting.
She was so beautiful, but not in a typical way. The silhouette of her jaw echoed her personality—strong, smooth, precise. Her cheekbones protruded ever so slightly off her face, giving her a grace and effortless appeal that few women have. Her hair was a miracle in and of itself—not red, not gold, but an unearthly blend of the two. And her eyes, her green gemstone eyes. I always thought her eyes were like two almond-shaped prisms sent to earth by the gods, because when she walked in that distinct way that is singularly hers, those eyes flashed with a fierce vivaciousness unlike anything I have ever seen. Everyone says that the eyes are the windows to the soul. I never believed that until I met her, because every time that woman lied to me, she would blink. Her dark lashes would tickle her cheek for the briefest of seconds, and I would tut and scold her for trying to fool who was so clever. Then came the inevitable swat on the arm and grumbling about her traitorous eyes and how if she ever decided to kill me, she would be sentenced for life because she was cursed with the inability to lie. I would just gently chuck her on the chin and laugh as I watched her face, torn between annoyance and amusement, while she bit her cheeks and tried not to smile. Suddenly, she would throw her head back and laugh like a giddy child. Her laughter was the most pleasant sound—rich and melodic without being overbearing.
And so we went on for months, her lying and me reprimanding her. It was all quite ironic really, since I was the holding the biggest secret, the biggest lie. I loved her. I wanted more. But I had worked so hard, killed myself to erase the years of ugly time and space between us. I was scared to ruin it all, so I kept my mouth shut. She was my best friend, and I was hers. I could see it in her eyes. Time flew by, and I kicked myself for having been so stubborn for so long. I could have been her friend for years, but instead I had only gotten one.
In all too short a time, we found ourselves sitting in the Common Room in front of the fire. It was our last night at Hogwarts. I was devastated. She was trying to convince me that she had gotten a detention in the second year for trying to feed a mandrake a bit of licorice wand. I told her that it was too late, that I had seen her blink. She shot me a death glare and turned her back on me, pouting. I heard her let out a snort, then the next thing I remember is the two of us laughing uncontrollably. Her emerald eyes crinkled with mirth and she all but collapsed into my arms, exhausted.
As suddenly as the moment had begun, it ended. She was so close to me, and for the first time I hoped that maybe, just maybe she was within my reach. As I stared at her, my breath caught in my throat because of how beautiful she was and how inextricably her life was tied to mine. How could I tell her? Those words came to my mind, but they didn't seem enough. They've never seemed enough but I resolved to say them anyway.
"Lily," I whispered her name and told her that I loved her for the first time. She slid her eyes shut for a few moments. When she opened them, she told me that she loved me too, and that the only reason she was blinking was to keep herself from crying.