Laugh:

He heard her laughter and turned. There she was, her face glowing, her head thrown back as her body shook with waves of amusement. Her laughter was beautiful, because it was just so real. Not an annoying, girlish giggle, not a small, strained chuckle, but a rich, uplifting sound filled with what one could only hear was happiness. Her laugh made others feel good. Her laugh made others smile and laugh with her. Her laugh made Scorpius long for her more and more each time he heard it. It was the most beautiful sound; he often fell asleep imagining it in his mind. If only she knew how much he loved it, loved her. If only she knew he existed. But alas things don't always turn out as we wish them to. Scorpius Malfoy: a quiet, unworthy Slytherin. Rose Weasley: the girl with the fiery red hair, the compassionate heart and the fiercest of minds. She was high up on her pedestal, he was down below it, allowed to look but never touch. He could only yearn as she laughed her way through life, captivating the smiles and attention of everyone around. He could only dream of laughing with her.