A/N: I left the characters and house open to options for the reader so I can maybe make everyone happy. You can really make it anyone you want or two completely new people. You could even loosely change the time period. So therefore, I do not own Harry Potter, but I may possibly own the characters of this story… Rated to be safe for a possible future maybe.
I heard the book snap closed and glanced at my watch. Like clockwork, as always. Five minutes to nine she picks up her bag and moves through the portrait hole headed for the astronomy tower, where she'll walk through the door at exactly the ninth chime of the clock and snap her book closed again.
And I'll sit here till exactly 11:35 trying not to fall asleep on my divinations homework just so I can watch her walk back through the portrait hole and up the stairs to the girls dormitory.
She's absolutely brilliant. In every little, insignificant aspect. I love to watch her move, whether she's writing an essay, or navigation the shelves of the library, or even dancing across the courtyard to her own melody on the way to herbology. I've seen her answer questions even Hermione Granger couldn't answer. She smiles when it rains, runs off to the forest with a book on sunny Sunday afternoons, and plays with her food at dinner when she hasn't gotten post that day. She burns a candle every full moon and says a prayer sealed with a pentacle.
She is the most unique creature I have ever laid eyes on. With eyes containing a deeper insight than our oldest professors and soft waving hair that could shine in even in the darkest room. And she twirls that hair around her fingers when she's sleepy. She bites her nails when she's bored and sometimes plays with a ball of modeling clay while she reads so she has something to do with her hands. Her favorite class is music, and she has the voice of an angel, and to watch her hands glide across the keys of a piano… Lets avoidthat train of thought. She likes to read classic books her mother sends her. Right now it's Pride and Prejudice.And she's just so simply different. I know she's pure blood, but it's as if she was raised without magic. She'll only use it in classes, and only when she absolutely has to. She'd even rather stoke the fire in the common room herself than let a house elf do i
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Ah hell. So I fell asleep and didn't get to see her. It's not like I don't see her every. bloody. day. But still…
She's reading now. Almost finished with her book. Two slices of toast with raspberry jam are on the plate in front of her, approximately three bites out of one. She slowly sips her pumpkin juice before she turns the page. She twirls her hair around her finger before reaching down to pick up her toast. She'll maybe get in three more bites before heading down to potions. She's not really a breakfast person. She prefers the dark. I love to watch her eyes light up with her bright smile when she spies an evening star. I wish I could make her smile like that.
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Snape took her book away. I will get it back for her. One way or another. That way I will talk to her. I can't even imagine her beautiful voice saying my name. Or to have her look at me with that knowing smile.
That smile. The one that makes you think she can read your thoughts. I love that smile, too. She gets it when she reads something she already knows. Or when she knows Professor Flitwick will have her demonstrate a new charm. Or even when she gets a dirty look from a girl who's boyfriend watched her walk by. She has it now. She's pulled another book from her bag. Dracula this time. I can't help but smile at her, but she doesn't see.
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My friends say I'm pathetic. I'm sure I'll get detention if I get caught.
Almost… Almost… Please don't let anyone walk around the corner. Got it!
One more flight of stairs and I've made it.
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"What are you doing out at this hour?"
I froze. Five meters from the portrait hole and caught by a prefect.
"I asked you a question."
I glanced at my watch. 11:36. Like clockwork. I turned around to face her.
"Well?"
My mouth moved to form words, but no sound came, so I lifted my arm and held the book out to her. She raised an elegant brow and took it. And as she looked down at it, there was that smile. She looked up at me with sparkling eyes.
"Thank you."
She hugged me. She actually hugged me. I stood frozen as she let go and ran to the portrait hole grinning. That other smile. I sighed and stared after her.
"I love you…"
