DISCLAIMER: Yes, I own Harry Potter. (Note the sarcasm positively saturating my previous words.) ;)
A/N: Sweet little drabble based on a scene in The Deathly Hallows Part 2. Enjoy! R&R
Hear His Voice, See His Smile
His smile is infectious.
It lights up his face, reaches those bright green eyes that sparkle like spring grass still jeweled with dew in the early morning sunlight.
My own eyes ignite with a bit of the joy and passion they'd been missing for the past months, a grin tugging at my lips, even if I can only watch him across the Room of Requirement, when I want desperately to rush at him and...kiss him or punch him, I don't know which, at this point. But if he keeps smiling at me like that, I might decide.
His face was blank at first, a slate showing absolutely no emotion. Then, briefly, it lit up, and I saw the boy I used to know.
"Harry," I had gasped, hardly daring to believe who was standing at the other end of the path made by the two walls of fellow D.A. members on either side of us.
"Hi there."
It was nothing more than a murmur, an awkward, unsure-where-we-stand mumble, but I was just happy to hear his voice.
Hear his voice, see his smile.
A/N: Little drabble I came up with, nothing much, but I thought it was kind of sweet...
~PhoenixFlameGinny67