The Way She Smiles
By soul release
Regular Disclaimers Apply.
I'm watching her now; her legs are crossed and reveal her randomly colored socks – mismatched – and sometimes I wonder how such a frightening perfectionist can make such a mistake.
She has her head rested on one elbow, her head bent over her latest Ancient Runes textbook, curls toppling over another; bloody hell, that book looks awfully heavy. How she can carry that and remain utterly composed is beyond me.
Maybe she's Hercules under that tiny frame.
She's smiling too. She has a lovely smile – shy and slightly mysterious as if she knows something that I don't, which is, perhaps, really likely. It's strange, you know. She's not that pretty – or, to be specific, the way Dean and Seamus define "pretty" – not pretty as in Parvati and Lavender – oh, you get what I mean, but when she smiles, it's different.
It's bewildering, or maybe I'm just lost as always. Or so people always claim then hit me on the head. And that hurts. A lot.
When she smiles, it lights up her whole face, and she glows in the most peculiar way – this peach shaded glow. I don't get it sometimes. I mean, it's just a simple smile, yet it changes everything.
When she smiles, it just makes everything feel better.
I can watch her smile forever – it's almost like a salvation from all this, all these bloody deaths and so many people dying, and all this chaos that boggles my brain. I don't get that either – why people have to fight and make everything so bloody confusing and hectic. Perhaps, they're just stupid, or it just doesn't make sense to me. I can be quite clueless, and here, Ginny would nod fervently.
I wonder why she's smiling so demurely right now, with that ridiculously heavy book on her lap, her eyes gazing at it in the most frightening lover-like way – she is rather strange, you know? Sometimes, she smiles over the oddest things – homework and SPEW, and even Lockhart, that bloody, idiotic git. Yet sometimes, I think she's smiling over nothing, just to make herself feel better because there are times when I think she's going to cry.
It doesn't matter, I suppose. I like it better when she's smiling.
At this moment, I stare at my Potions homework only to find the parchment empty of my messy scrawl. And I realize that I've just wasted forty minutes thinking of one goddamn smile. I must be delusional, wasting that much time when it's eleven o'clock and this bloody essay is due tomorrow and Snape will murder me with a ten inch butcher knife in detention if I don't bloody finish it now.
But she's smiling, and it's so lovely.
God, maybe I am insane about her.
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Cheesy. Fluffy. Cute. Written within five minutes flat. Please Review.
- soul release