Disclamer: All Charactors belong to JK Rowling not me.
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I love that she has long black hair that many will never see down. I love that I get to. Its silky and smooth like you couldn't imagine, rippling in slight waves and curls down her back to her waist.
I love watching her eyes light up when I take her hair pins out. The weight of her hair settles down but I don't think she notices. I love it when she is about to kiss me and her hair falls down in curtains shielding our faces, creating our own magical world.
I love when she sleeps. Her head rests on my chest, her hair covering my arm. The scent of her shampoo drifts up to my nose, sweet like strawberries and honey, sweet like her.
I even love it when she gets angry. She paces the floor, eyes blazing, her hair wisps out of her carefully constructed bun. I love her hair because I love her, because she loves me.
"What are you thinking about Darling?"
She was slowly taking her hair pins out as she walked towards our bedroom.
"Just you my love, just you."
I followed her in and shut the door behind us.
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AN: any reviews are welcome. As this is my first fan fic anything would be appriciated.