Authors note

This is just a short little one shot I dreamed up last night at about 1AM.Read, hopefully enjoy, spread some constructive criticism…whatever.

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She was beautiful.

Of course, not so much in the physical sense. Her ginger hair was extremely bushy, her body type was more sturdy than willowy, and her face was devoid of any sort of aid to it's appearance. But her eyes were lovely. Deep brown eyes, that held intelligence, and loyalty, and kindness…and perhaps a bit of ambition. But it was not the sort of ambition that focused on others as a source of prey, which hauled itself up the ladder of success hanging off someone else. No. It was the sort wanted to succeed on its own and be celebrated for its own achievements.

Completely different to what he was used to.

Perhaps that was why he had desired her. She did not seem to lust after him, and it was in human nature to want what is withheld, especially when one likes a challenge, as he did. Of course, the sort of challenges he was used to usually did not involve blushing, stammering, tongue-tiedness, or anything similar. But, no matter. She had said yes to him, reddening a bit herself. And the feeling in his stomach was similar to catching the snitch in the first half hour.

His eyes rose to the ticking clock hanging on the wall. Two hours, that was all. And then he would glide into the Hogwarts entrance hall with her on his arm, and he would dance with her and smile and revel in the fact that he had gotten a girl that wanted to be with him for his personality, not his quidditch skills. And dancing would give her that glow, and they would spend the night discussing his home-he allowed himself a small daydream of her being there with him- and later, just maybe-he would not presume-she would allow him to kiss her goodnight. His mind swarmed with images or it, each thought more perfect than the last.

Now if only he could say her name properly.