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Written for the Mystery Couple Competition On the HPFC
Word Count Without A/N - 611
Watch Her In the Morning
I love to watch her sleep in the mornings. She looks so beautiful, so relaxed, so peaceful. She's perfect to me at any time of the day, but here, in our bed, it actually hurts to look at her. She's just... she's stunning.
I still can't believe that I can call her mine. I can't believe that I can hold her hand as we walk down the street. I can't believe that she's by my side anytime I go home to the Burrow. I can't believe I can kiss her when I finish Quidditch practise, on the days she has time to come and watch.
As she stretches out, her eyes blinking as she wakes from slumber, I lean over to kiss her gentle. I love her. I'm so lucky to love her. She's perfect. Gabrielle makes my world a brighter place, and I owe her everything for the happiness I feel everyday I'm with her.
When we met the first time, at Bill and Fleur's wedding, we made a connection. Being the younger sisters, we understood each other. Back then, she was still a child, only eleven or so. Still, I enjoyed talking to her.
Then the war happened, and I didn't have time to think about the beautiful girl who had quickly been whisked back to the safety of France, away from the fighting and the bloodshed.
I'm thankful now, that she remained innocent during that time. I'm more cynical now, more battle worn, than I was at that wedding, but her innocence is one of the many things I love about her.
We met again, when she came to visit Fleur in the hospital, shortly after Victoire was born. She was older, but still, only a kid. I let her stay with me, and she was in awe of Harry when he came to visit. Something we both found very sweet.
I didn't see her for a long time after then. She had been around, I was told, but I always missed her. Quidditch training took a huge chunk of my time, and I didn't have time for much more than that, eating, and sleeping.
The next time I saw Gabrielle, she took my breath away. She was so beautiful, and the world seemed to stop spinning when she walked into the room. She hugged me, and electricity seemed to run along my skin where she touched me, holding me just a little too tight to be comfortable.
I tried to keep my distance from her, I really did.
She was the one who kissed me first.
I fought her at first. I told her we couldn't, she was too young to know what she wanted, she was too young for me. A mere five years, not much in the grand scheme of things I know, but I had seen too much horror, been through too much terror to be able to relate to this beautiful innocent princess who kissed like an angel and was far too tempting.
She laughed at me.
"I want you," she told me. "I always get what I want."
If anyone else had ever told me that, I'd have hexed them. Because it was her, I found it endearing.
I gave in, eventually. Temptation was a weakness and I couldn't fight it anymore than anyone else when faced with such perfection.
Here we are, two years later, and it still seems surreal that its me she wants. I keep expecting her to wake up one day and realise that she could do better, that she deserves better than what I can give her.
Until that day, I'll keep watching her in the mornings.