Her POV
As soon as I laid eyes on him, I knew that I loved him. His stormy-grey eyes and platinum-blonde hair, accented his thin but muscular body. In everyway he contrasted to me, but in everyway he appealed to me.
My love was met by his hate. My parentage was challenged by his. My appearance was undermined by his beauty. But he could not better my brains, and everyday he resented me for it. He insulted me, he named me, he hated my friends, and most painful of all, was that he hated me.
For six years, I had to pretend to hate him. To despise the sight of him and, hide my true feelings. Harry and Ron expected it, as did the rest of the school, we were the golden trio. In return he made my life hell, taunting me with his scandalous looks. I would see him with other girls and every time, it felt like a dagger was being twisted deeper into my already broken heart.
This year, I vowed that it would be different. He would notice me behind those books. His father is dead, Voldemort is gone, Harry had left, while Ron had passed. Only we are left and he will be mine. No one can stop it, I am perfect for him.
His POV
The first day I saw her on the school train, I knew she would be mine. She was geekily beautiful, with her caramel-brown eyes and bushy honey-brown hair. In everyway she was different to me, but I knew instantly that I had to have her.
Mistakenly I told my father, who instantly told me of her impurities. My perfect girl was everything that I hated. She instantly became friends with Scarhead and the Weasel; she was even a mighty proud Gryffindor, natural enemy of my own superior house. Most shocking of all was that she was a mud blood. The girl of my dreams could never be mine because of her blood.
I saw her everyday, eating, talking with her friends, the Weasel flirting with her, her being an insufferable know-it-all. It drove me crazy to see her and to not have her. Her smile tantalised me while her love for knowledge clearly apparent. And she despised me. At every opportunity, she would glare at me, humiliate me, but still I loved her so.
This year will be different though, she will be mine. My father can't stop me, her friends have gone. She will be head girl and I am head boy. My perfect princess will be mine for life.
Yeah yeah...nice fluffy crap...I was just in the mood to write something like this. Please dont hold this against me!
mwah
Queen of the Scoubies
