Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry Potter, unfortunately, belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: My first Harry Potter fic. Haven't read it in a long time, so forgive me for all mistakes *meow*
Her eyes.
That was the first thing he noticed about her – her beautiful, emerald green eyes. They shone bright as starlight, and he was immediately hypnotized.
Then her red hair, fiery like her personality. The elements loved to play with her ginger hair, the sunlight glinting off it and giving the strands auburn hues, the wind caressing the thick locks.
Her smile was wide and sincere, stretching across her face like a priceless jewel. He longed to reach out and trace the curve of her lips, touch her soft cheek.
He saw all these in a few seconds, and they left him wanting more. Her long skirt flew up slightly as she swung upwards, and he caught a glimpse of her smooth, long legs. Her voice was music to his ears, and her laughter – he wanted to capture her laugh, her smile and put them in a box where he could keep it close to him whenever he felt low.
He had to return soon. His father would be waiting, more likely than not with a whip, and he could almost hear the swish and crack as his father swung it, feel the sting of pain across his skin.
But he did not care.
She turned her face, saying something to her sister, who looked completely nondescript, so he merely flitted his gaze over the plain girl before returning to her.
She was extending her hand to her sister, grinning. Peals of laughter rang out over the playground as they stood up and raced off, the blur of red hair further away.
They didn't notice him.
He knew for sure now that he was going to get beaten. His father had specifically said that he had to be back by late afternoon, but now darkness was falling. In the dim light of the setting sun, he strained to see the disappearing figures of the two girls. He thought he saw a glint of green...
And he knew she was worth it.