"What does he see in her?" Asked Ron suddenly. "Dean, I mean."
Harry and Ron were both laying in their four-poster beds after a long day in Hogsmeade. Harry had been reading his copy of Advanced Potions making, well he'd been reading the Prince's notes at least, and Ron had been starring off into space, lost in thought.
Harry looked over at Ron.
Simple, Harry thought. He sees her brilliant, long red hair, the kind of hair that you want to stroke. The kind of hair that you want to tangle your hands in as you kiss her.
He sees her eyes, her beautiful, rich brown eyes. The kind of expressive eyes that tell her every emotion.
He sees her smile. Her beautiful infectious smile that lights up her face. The smile that can make you forget all of your worries.
He sees her lips. Her full, perfectly kissable lips.
He sees her temper, which makes her both incredibly frustrating and irresistible.
He sees her humor. He gets to laugh at her witty remarks and share her inside jokes.
He sees her warmth. He sees the sweetness that she only shows to those she cares most about.
But most of all he sees her. He sees Ginny Weasley, the girl who is both infuriating and irresistible. The girl who Harry, against his knowledge, had fallen for.
"Harry?" said Ron, pulling Harry away from his thoughts.
Well, he certainly could not answer Ron's questions with any of the things he had just thought.
"She has nice skin..." Harry mumbled.
Ron looked at him curiously. "He's dating her for her skin?"
"Well…I suppose it's a contributing factor."
Ron nodded. "Hermione's got nice skin," He muttered.
Harry, wanting to escape the conversation went back to his book, trying to hide his face and the fact that it was bright red.
