Disclaimer- If I own nothing. Hence the word 'disclaimer.'
A/N- Well, here you have the first of two one-shots that'll make up a nice little story type thing. I may do something later telling a more in depth version of the story, but if I do you won't get it for a very long time. I'm working on other things right now. This is just what I call an IBBI (In Between Bouts of Inspiration) fic. I hope you like it.
-Reflection-
She was beautiful. Not in the traditional sense, no. But she had a certain grace about her. Maybe it was the way she held herself, tall and straight, never hunching her shoulders; even under the heavy book bag she never seemed to be without. Maybe it was the way she tied her long hair back every morning with a golden ribbon. A ribbon I had given her. A ribbon that had to be retied every hour or two because her hair was just as adorably stubborn as she was. Maybe it was even the way she incessantly scolded and snapped at her hot-tempered boyfriend. But no, I don't think it was any of those things. Of course all her little quirks and perks were endearing, but what I really loved about her, what really made me love her, was the beautiful smile in her eyes when she looked at me. When she looked at me I could pretend that she didn't think of me as just a friend, albeit a good one. I could pretend that maybe, just maybe, she loved me back.
Now that's laughable. Someone as wonderful and as perfect and as straight as her would never even consider loving little insignificant me. Little, insignificant, hot-tempered, quidditch-obsessed me who barely managed to scrape passing grades all through school. It just isn't meant to be. But that never changed anything.
People always used to think I was infatuated with Harry Potter, and at first I was. In fact, for a long time I was. But time passed and my schoolgirl crush passed with it. In my sixth year she had a fight with Ron and Harry. Since, after them, I was probably the closest person to her (although we were little more than acquaintances) she came to me. We formed something of a friendship during that time, and from then on, whenever she needed some 'girl time,' I was there for her.
Things progressed from there. We talked; sometimes I spent time with the rest of the Golden Trio, although never without her, we got to know each other pretty well. Then one day she smiled that special, amazing, perfect smile at me. After that it was hopeless. Lust grew to love, unrequited love led to mild depression, depression convinced her I needed to get out more. She set me up with a variety of people, tried to make me happy, but it only made me love her more. Still, she got me back into the swing of things so that, when she graduated, I was able to go back, more or less, to how I had been before she came into my life. Now, three years later, though I'm happily dating a woman I met on a book tour, I still sometimes think about her. About her beautiful amber eyes and the way they used to smile at me.
A/N- Well there you have it. If you think I need to raise the rating please tell me. I was having problems with it because I know some people find slash offensive, therefore I thought it might have to be higher. Although if it was about say, Ginny and Harry for instance, there would be no question about it. Ah how the world is discriminatory.