Authors note: Not mine, it's all JKR's...Huge hugs to my fantastic Betareader; My Very Good Friend!!! I couldn't do this without you!
The note.
He watched her, sitting in the Great Hall with her head in one hand, reading a small, leather bound book. A smile played at the corner of her mouth and she choose that moment to look up, meeting his eyes. A blush crept up her cheeks, but she kept her gaze locked with his, refused to be the first one to look down. A Gryffindor to the core, indeed.
The boy sitting beside her demanded her attention and broke the moment. She looked annoyed at the intrusion, but followed suit out of the room. For a moment he wondered where she was going, and felt a little jealous before he realised that the Great Hall was almost empty and classes were about to start in ten minutes.
With a mild curse he stood up, snatched up his book bag and headed up to the Charms classroom. He hoped he would catch up with her in time to take a seat close by. Preferably in the row behind her, he could study her hair and neck for hours. He wondered if she knew, not that it mattered really.
No such luck today, though. He was among the last ones to enter the class, and the only seat left were in the front. He walked slowly up to the seat, passing her so close he imagined he could almost feel her body heat.
The window were open, and a vague smell of sun warm roses and grass wafted trough the classroom. He caught himself contemplating how she smelled. For some reason he thought it would be closer to apples.
He wondered if she had worked out that the book was from him. He had found it the last Hogsmeades weekend and immediately thought of her. It was old and well read, and didn't cost much. He had bought in on whim and had agonised all the way home about how to give it to her.
After all, you can't just walk up to a girl and give her a poetry book just like that. No matter how lovely hair she's got.
He wasn't even sure he wanted her to know he was the giver.
He knew that her friends would never approve, and nor would his for that matter.
Finally he had decided to use on of the school owls, just sending her the book and a small note. It wasn't as she would be able to recognise his hand writing or anything. They didn't share houses, or even sit together in class.
So he had just written a short sentence from the book on the note and signed it with an admirer. How trite, really. But the truth was that he had panicked. He was a little ashamed of that, a Slytherin were supposed to be cunning after all.
He were however quite happy with the quote he had chosen. It had a nice ring to it, even though the wording were a bit pompous. Thy will be done, love everlasting