Bewitching smile and eyes of a demon. A part of me is terrified of you, another part enthralled by your almost unearthly beauty.
You never said you're sorry for breaking my heart. You never said you loved me, or that you cared for me.
You've never said a word to me, never in your life.
Your perfect cherry lips have never spoken my name, much less whispered it under your breath as I pray you do. Instead, you stare off into the distance, and your beautiful lips form into an innocent smile.
You do not fool me, Ginny Weasley. You, of all the women on Earth, are most certainly not innocent.
You're not the little girl everyone thinks you are. Your dark, chocolate eyes aren't always mesmerized by the wonder boy that is Harry Potter. Sometimes your eyes roam to other boys, like Terry Boot or Blaise Zambini, and sometimes even girls.
Yes, Ginny, I know your secret. I've known for quite a while.
I've noticed you, talking to that girl, that little friend of yours. Your eyes follow the shadows down her face and neck, watching the tender skin until it disappears, hidden under her blouse. You try so hard to regain control, struggling not to kiss her, and biting your lip so hard it almost bleeds. She doesn't seem to notice.
She just goes on and on, about her life, about her schoolwork, makeup and boyfriends and everything else that seems relevant to an teenage girl, young in her years and ignorant of the world. You wrap your hands in your hair, playing with it, twirling it, anything to keep your idle hands from even brushing hers. If your hand should ever touch hers, you know it would never leave; you couldn't make yourself do it.
You're so absorbed by her; you'd never notice me. No part of you would want me, this hollow body void of soul and conscience.
So I watch you from a far, so afraid to touch you, as things so precious are often delicate and prone to being broken. Someday, though, when you're strong enough, I will dry your tears, and hold you until forever.
Author's Note:
This is dedicated to someone I know and love. If she knows who she is, if she is reading this, may God give her the wisdom to know I love her so, and that she's beautiful, no matter what some people say.