Passing Glances
It was always passing glances in the hallways. The Slytherin Rose, with dyed black hair, tattered black combat boots, a grey trench coat with a red t-shirt hiding beneath, along with an old green side satchel that never left her side.
The Ravenclaw Scorpion, with natural platinum blonde hair, pristine robes and a shining prefect badge on his spotless Hogwarts uniform, with books forever in his arms.
She would look him up and down with a smirk, one almost worthy of a Malfoy, and he would look back with interest. Not romantic interest, of course, just curiosity.
He would watch her from a distance as she pushed people away. Physically and emotionally. He would gaze at her "rebellion", yes, he knew her from these simple observations. He understood her motives.
She would crash into him in her one moment of weakness, tears streaming down her face, with new ones cascading down afterwards like diamonds.
He would pick her up. Physically and emotionally. He would glue back the pieces of her broken life. He would hold her and comfort her.
Their eyes would meet, startling blue sapphires clashing with silver bowls tainted with green flecks. They would lean in, meeting half way, as neither had any Gryffindor in them to go the full way. Their insides would explode with sparkles and fireworks.
She would look him up and down and smirk at how nervous he looked, and he would look back in interest. Romantic interest, of course. (Both gazes full of adoration and love for each other)
She would start her walk up the aisle, with her father at her side (They had sorted out their differences in the end). Her long white dress hugged her as far as her hips, before flowing out in a waterfall of lace and silk.
He would glance back at her every so often. It seemed like an eternity as she made her way towards him. He smiled anxiously at his best man and friend, Albus Potter, as he gave him the thumbs up/
She would glide up beside him in both of their happiest moments in life. He would hold her and promise to care and cherish her. A ring would be slipped on and massive grins would spread out on both of their faces at the end of heir vows. Shocking blue eyes would meet silver pools with emerald specks. They would lean in for their first kiss. Of marriage that is. Fireworks would explode above them in the Prussian blue evening sky as both of their families and friends would clap and cheer for the happy couple.
The blonde man would lead the red-head woman (The dye has been gone for years now) onto the dance floor and the first chapter of their happy ending would end there.
