Her name was Hermione Granger, and she was the most beautiful girl he had ever set his gaze upon. Just to look at her made him feel warm inside. She gave him an inescapable buzz. She made him feel alive.
Long, luscious locks of hazelnut hair cascaded over her head, like an enchanted waterfall, rippling with indescribable beauty. Though he had never had the chance to, he knew each strand would feel softer than the finest silk to his touch. He longed only for the day when he could be close enough to entangle his fingers into her perfect curls. To catch the faintest scent of her sweet perfume, tantalising his nostrils and enticing him to fall deeper in love with her. To feel the softness of her alabaster cheek. To taste her full, lips as they parted slightly for his kiss. She was, in a word, perfection.
And it was her eyes that drew him to her the most. So full, so wide. Such sweet innocence. Russet brown, glinting like diamonds. On more than one occasion, he had become transfixed by them. In that moment, it didn't matter who he was, or where he was. All that mattered was her.
Her name was Hermione Granger, and she was the most beautiful girl he had ever set his gaze upon. But he knew, deep inside his heart, that they could never be together.
His name was Draco Malfoy, and he was the most handsome boy she had ever had the pleasure of laying her eyes upon. One glance, one single glance in his direction, and her whole body became paralysed with desire for him. He made her feel alive.
A shock of bright blonde covered his head, each single hair like a bolt of highly charged lightening. Each thread perfectly accentuated the pale, almost porcelain skin of his face, which in itself contrasted with his chiselled jaw line. She wished that she could run her fingertips, even if only for a precious second, along his perfectly formed face, along the bridge of his nose, along the sleek, slender cheek. His thin lips rarely parted to smile, but that made them all the more enticing. She dreamed of the day she could be the one to break his tension, to brush her lips against his and kiss him. He was, in a word, perfection.
And it was his eyes that drew her to him the most. His cool, grey eyes, cutting through her like ice. Piercing every inch of her body. Staring deep into her soul.
His name was Draco Malfoy, and he was the most handsome boy she had ever had the pleasure of laying her eyes upon. But she knew, deep inside her heart, that they could never be together.