Her black robes always swirled around her. She never wore them with emphasis on the curves he knew were lying underneath. They always brought out the red in her hair, just as well as green does. The blue on her sleeves and emblem matched the blue in her eyes. The only thing he hated about black was seeing the blue and red, standing out like sirens, OFF LIMITS!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was the first time seeing her in black other than in school robes. Her boyfriend, Fletcher, I think it was, dumped her. Right now, the only thing he hated about black was that it reflected her mood perfectly. She wouldn't pick fights in this mood, nor would she even harass him once. He hated Fletcher.
I~HATE~FLETCHER~I~HATE~FLETCHER
She walked into the party, he was now 21, a full-fledged healer, and her friend. They went through med school together and now work as partners in the Cardiac section of St. Mungos. He had covered his feelings well until this point. She walked in, in a mini black dress. She wore it with confidence. She started to walk over to Fredrick McLaggen. He hated him.
I~HATE~HIM~I~HATE~HIM
He watched from the table in the kitchen. She was raiding the cupboards looking for a way to manage her sweet tooth. She went to meet McLaggen in Muggle London, he dumped her right then and there. So she was looking for chocolate in her black sweater and black sweatpants, with blue stripes down the sides. He knew is she looked stunning in that then she could look stunning in anything. Damn… cursed women and Rocky-Road. He hates her broken hearts and now his newly broke wallet.
HER~BROKE~HEART,~AND~MY~BROKE~WALLET
He had finally kissed her. He felt relieved as well as overjoyed. She had told him he had waited long enough. Now he has just woken up holding her under the sheets of his bed. The sheets were just thin enough for you to make out what looked to be a black bra on her body. She started to roll over. Determined not to look at her face, he settled for her collar bone. He noticed the skin just above where he was looking started to tinge pink and directed his glance to her red, heated face. "I didn't know you could blush that far."
"Great, Malfoy, now, you know." She looked down, and noticed what bra she was wearing, and if possible, her face became an even darker shade of red.
"Don't worry, Weasley, I do love black."
I~LOVE~BLACK~I~LOVE~BLACK