You told me I was beautiful.
...
I see your ginger tresses flying in the wind in front of me and I resist the urge to reach out and touch them. You run through the field with ease, twirling and skipping with ease. Right now you remind me of myself.
"Luna!" You call smiling as you stop and turn towards me.
The wind whips those long fiery tresses around you like a cloak and I can't help but smile at your Weasley beauty.
You, Ginevra Weasley are beautiful.
In every way possible.
"Yes beautiful?" I call back as I draw closer, making your cheeks as red as your hair.
For a moment, you're tongue tied and a smirk spreads across my face.
"You, Luna Lovegood, are a tease." You say.
"How?" I ask as I quirk an eyebrow and take your hips in my hands.
"Because you know I like you." You whisper.
I pause for a moment before smiling softly.
"Then I'm not teasing, because I like you too."
Your breath intake is sharp.
"You, Luna Lovegood, are beautiful." You smile.
You Ginny, were the first person to ever tell me I was beautiful.
