Magenta
Antonin watched Bellatrix as her wild fluster of hair blew freely in the wind; her head was raised as the strong gale blew tirelessly against their small figures on the cliffs edge. Her dark, heavy lidded eyes were set on the horizon where the sun was setting, the liquid gold light, melted into the earth, illuminating the sky a light pink and mauve. Suddenly her head whipped around to face Antonin, catching him.
"Ant! Stop watching me!" she whined, staring at him accusingly.
"Sorry," he said grinning. "I can't help it! You're too beautiful to ignore."
"You're also cheesy!" she nagged playfully. Antonin smiled again. Delving into his jacket pocket he pulled out a single magenta flower. Bellatrix's eyes widened and she gasped as he presented it to her.
"Where did you get that?" she asked dismayed. Antonin tapped his nose and chuckled,
"A Bellatrix for my Bellatrix!" She breathed in the scent of the sweet flower, and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you." She whispered, edging closer to him. As she rested her head against his shoulder, he extended his arm around her waist. They sat happily together like that until Bellatrix whispered the words she had never thought she'd ever say.
"I love you." Barely believing the words that had just escaped her mouth, she turned desperately to Antonin to see his reaction. He was beaming at her as he pressed his lips against hers.
"I love you too." He whispered in her ear, watching as her pale white cheeks flushed, to turn a light rosy pink, not quite magenta.