A/N: Hi guys... finally managed to write my first story (In retrospect I probably should have tried writing something to put on my account, then gotten one... oh well.) I know it's really short... Anyways, please read and review. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, especially on writing style.

Disclaimer: No, it's not mine. Otherwise, I'd have lots more money, knowledge of British English, and a much cooler name.

Because You're His

You look in the mirror and all you see is flaws.

They're everywhere, in your freckles and your frizzy hair and in how you just can't look pretty or normal in those family pictures your mum put you through.

They're in the way your arms and legs aren't quite muscled but they aren't quite smooth and slim like the other girls'.

They're in how you have no real curves, from a small bust to a square torso to boyish hips. But somehow, your shoulders are just broad enough to be unflattering.

They're in how you can put on a face to hide it from everybody else but never quite from yourself.

They're in how you can usually trip at least twice on nothing and run into a door or two just getting from the common room to the Great Hall for breakfast in the morning. (It's much worse when he's there to distract you.)

And yet even if you lost that weight, transfigured your face, fixed your dreadful hair, you feel like it could never suffice.

You could never be beautiful enough or coordinated enough.

You heard about it as a child from your mum while she brushed your hair before bed, from your dad when he told you how beautiful he thought you were.

Even your oldest cousins tried to stop it, to warn you. Bill was the first, from whenever he held you as a baby. Charlie did it while he told you those fantastic stories about the dragons with you as the beautiful, brave, clever girl in all of them. It didn't matter what you did in the story, you were always beautiful.

You read about it in that book your mum gave you when you turned nine, A Woman's Guide to Growing Up. It's got all the things you never really wanted to know yet but it was good to learn now before you needed it.

They all told you it would happen, that it was all in your head. That someday you would understand it was part of growing from a girl into a woman. That it didn't really matter, that it was the inside that counted more and you should be grateful to be healthy and to have friends.

But knowing it would come didn't make it any easier.

You still have to deal with being

awkward,

ugly,

clumsy,

just not good enough to be his.

But when you walk down the common room stairs and he's there waiting for you, it makes you forget it all. You look into those soulful eyes and forget everything.

You become beautiful because he thinks you are. (Really, it's just more evidence of how blind he is.)

You become graceful because every step you take gets you that much closer to him, whether you trip or not.

And when he puts his arm around you, pulls you in, and looks down and kisses the top of your head you know that you're loved.

Forever.

Unconditionally.

And as you walk down together and he drops you at Transfiguration while he makes his way to Herbology, all your insecurities vanish.

All because, inexplicably, you are his.

...And that's it! PLEASE review? PLEASE?