Perfectly imperfect…

She wasn't perfect; in fact she was far from. She would never be supermodel skinny, and her skin was never flawless. Her hair; always in the same boring, old bun every day. But it didn't matter what she looked like, because to him she was the most beautiful girl alive. To him, she was the only girl he could see.

When she laughed, he laughed. When she cried, he cried. And when she smiled, he smiled. They did everything together, and they loved every moment of it.

It didn't matter what anyone around them thought, as long as they were happy. It didn't matter they were always watched during feasts, in the great hall. She didn't even mind being hated by the Slytherin girls, because she had taken their prince away. Because she had him to comfort her, when things got tough.

She loved the way his eyes sparkled in the sunlight, like little pools of silver. And she loved his pale, flawless skin. She loved running her fingers through his pale, blonde hair. And every time they kissed, she saw fireworks.

They might have had many flaws, but their flaws made them perfect. And together, they were the most perfect pair at Hogwarts.