She'll never know
She'll never know, can never know, how exquisite she looks in that dress. The sheer beauty she is in his eyes almost blinding in her voluptuousness. Her hair in the disarray that it normally was is enough for him, but tonight. Tonight it look like a river in the wind flowing down her neck. Her eyes, like pools of light laughing and full of life, took his breath away. Her swelling breast under her sweeping dress so perfect like mounds of snow. Her hips, her legs, everything she'll never know he loves. She'll never know how he watches her dance and drink wishing he could be a part of her life. She'll never know how tonight he will think of her in his chambers. How he'll touch himself thinking of the perfect body she'll never know she has. She'll never know how he longs to whisper to her, laugh with her, even sing to her. She'll never know that every night before he falls asleep he whisper "I love you Hermione." She'll never know.
