Her curly hair fell past her shoulders in a chestnut curtain, looking shiny under the candlelight in the Great Hall. How easy it would be to tangle his fingers in her hair.
He watched the way her nose crinkled as she laughed. She had quite a pretty nose. Small, but perfectly shaped. Was it weird? Weird that he could practically feel his nose bumping against hers?
She had a slight overbite. It wasn't obvious, but if you looked closely when she grinned, one could notice it. The sides of his lips curled upwards as her laughter danced across the Great Hall once more, her laughter turning into small giggles, and then a grin. Her tongue pushed against her two front teeth when she grinned. That, mixed with the crunchy-uppery nose, made him lust after her even more.
Her cheeks glowed a light, natural pink. The apples of her cheeks shimmered softly in the candlelight. Said candlelight was doing wonders for her appearance. She would look even better when she was bathed in their own, private candlelight. The thought made him smirk.
He pondered on whether she used what girls called "make-up". She wouldn't need it, though. Her skin was the color of peaches and cream, and her eyelashes brushed her cheeks when she looked down. She was perfect in his eyes. Make-up wouldn't do anything to change that.
She lifted the strawberry up to her plump lips, popping it into her mouth as she started to chew, a small line of strawberry juice dribbling down her chin. She picked up her napkin and swiped it off, and the boy let out a frustrated sigh from the other side of the hall. He wished he could wipe off the strawberry juice with his kisses.
Her burnt honey eyes looked up from the table, flickering over his cerulean hues for a moment. She backtracked and looked at him once more, her forehead wrinkling as she raised an eyebrow. He smirked at her, causing both of her perfectly shaped eyebrows to raise.
He watched, with happiness, as the Head Girl blushed.
She blushed, with happiness, as the Head Boy stared.
Cerulean met brown once more, and he opened his lips to mouth a word at her, "Mine."
She pursed her lips and looked down, and the boy smirked once more, watching her lips. As if on cue, she mouthed a word back, "Yours."
She went back to her book, as he went back to his.
Just a little one shot that I might continue. I've always loved the semi-secrecy that most Dramione fics have a hint of, so I decided to give it a go.
Reviews are love, as per usual. I won't be too sad if I don't get any for this little thing, aha. Enjoy, and let me know if I should keep going! :}