A/N: So I was listening to Radio Ga Ga by the absolutely magnificent Queen when the idea for this popped into my head. It's something short and sweet and completely irrelevant to the song, but I quite enjoyed writing it-I've never actually written anything (possibly) canon before! Haha but yes, enjoy! :)
you gave them all those old time stars
through wars of worlds - invaded by mars
you made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry
you made us feel like we could fly
| radio ga ga - queen |
{o}
Your grin is smug and arrogant and bold in that stiff, commercial sort of way; the kind I'd see during the ads on tele while waiting for Doctor Who to come back on. It's inhibition wrapped in felix felicis confidence and ornate mirrors; the kind I'd see you talking into sometimes.
But you have a smile too-it's not quite a crooked grin and not quite a smirk-a real, genuine smile. It's a smile I see when you'd score that winning goal in Quidditch, the wind blowing your hair and exhilaration lighting your eyes; I'd see it when you were with your friends, joking and laughing…and I'd see it when you'd look at me. You'd flash that smile of yours, a smile that makes me think of lost boys and home and fireworks on New Year's Eve. It's a little shy, a little diffident and a little insecure. It's like seeing a half-grown Peter Pan; guilty and modest and mischievous all wrapped in one (only with the absence of green). Your smile is like nothing I've ever seen before, and is it barmy to say that I've never seen anything so beautiful? 'Cause really, I haven't.
And it's completely demented because it's just a smile and it's just you and I hated you once; but there's something about you…a certain something when I think about you that makes my throat ache, my mind wander and my eyes burn. It was so frustrating at first.
You were so mean, once.
The things you'd do and the things you'd say…you were an arrogant toerag and an absolute bully and I never thought I would ever feel this way about you; never.
But here I am, watching you watching me and you smile (the genuine smile, the one I'd see when it truly mattered) and I smile too; it's infectious, you know?
You're infectious.
Never thought I'd think that, either.
But I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you. No, not pretty sure, definitely. 'Cause when you smile at me like that how could I not?
