Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter - at all! I wish I did though.
This is a Harry Potter challenge entry for the Describe Me Challenge/Competition (HPFC).
Pairing: Marlene/Unknown
Rating: T for Teen.
Write Me Beautiful
There are a lot of beautiful woman in the world but none like her. She was the light of my life, my sun and stars. Marlene McKinnon, that was her name – it was just a beautiful as she. We wanted to get married after the war and start a family.
Her clear blue eyes that seemed to glitter with life when someone spoke to her were wide as they took in the ring I presented to her. She gave me that beautiful dimpled smile, her peach colored lips slid back over pearly white teeth. Marlene couldn't help but jump me in happiness, her lips pressing all over my face in her excitement. She was to become my wife, take my last name – grow old with me. Her lips were sinful indeed – they were pouty and cloud soft. I could spend hours kissing just kissing her before doing anything else.
My heart exploded with love for her with every thought of Marlene's being. Just now I was watching her; a memory of her.
She was standing at the window within their bedroom, standing with only a black sheet shielding her glorious body from view. A mug of vanilla chai tea sat on the window sill, she was enjoying the breeze. If the relaxed posture she held as well as the small pleased smile played at those lips that drove him wild. A small breeze blew through, rustling her long, curly blonde mane. It was beautiful, her hair, it was long and curly – wild. Sporadically throughout her hair were small braids or twists that for a moment looked odd but it was rather endearing.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" She asked me, startling me from my thoughts.
"You're just so beautiful." I'd tell her with a goofy smile plastered to my face. Then she'd just blush and that was just so lovely, I fell in love with her even more. The light flush of blood under skin creating a rather cute rosiness in her cheeks just made me want to spoil her.
"You're such a liar." Marlene told me once, I'd called her gorgeous and like always she never believed me. Even her voice was something to behold, it was unique in its own way. It was soulful with a slight raspy undertone that made it sexy.
Marlene had her nose pierced, it was a cute little diamond stud the sparkled in the light. She adored that piercing, it was the only one she had besides her earlobes. She had freckles, most wouldn't notice unless they were standing very close and looking really hard but she did. It was just a light dusting over her nose that became more noticeable when she wrinkled her nose in concentration.
I liked a great many things about my sweetheart, she was a free spirit and just so warm and loving. She loved to play piano and paint, Marlene has such lovely hands with slender fingers. Usually they would be decorated with rings on her thumb and middle finger along with patches of paint. Those splotches of color seemed to be a permanent fixture on those elegant hands of hers.
Marlene usually smelled of paint and cinnamon, it was a rather strong but pleasing scent that tickled my nose with every inhalation. Now she was sleeping, stretched across the bed in the sun light like a content cat. The sheet she was using to conceal her wondrous body from me dipped low to expose her back.
It was moments like these that I felt lucky to have this woman all to myself. That she chose me above all others spoke of the mutual unconditional love we felt for one another. It was magical – extraordinary and I wouldn't change it for all the magic in the world.