"The way you walk is slash and burn.
Like understatement's now a crime."
― Justin Quinn
Like a carousel, she revolved endlessly.
Her little ballerina feet touching slightly on the ground, the contact of her fingertips bumping up against the cold floor almost unnoticeable. Almost, because you do not lose even a wobble from the way her shoulders are moving as she breathes or the freckles on the tip of her nose.
She dances gently through the room with the sound of a light and delicious classical music, her red hair shaking on every turn like a flickering flame of a candle.
She is a symphony of undiscovered meanings, a so beautiful frame, and the most magnificent piece of art.
And when she stops dancing, ending the number with a perfect pirouette and stopping just in front of you with her green eyes burning and breath out of sync, you wonder what you did in life to deserve someone like her.
God, she is perfect.
"How was it?" She asks hopefully, a smile welling in the corner of her red mouth and then your hands are clasped in hers, and your lips are also in hers and is the perfect combination.
"Perfect, as always." You respond against her rapid breathing that hits your face. She tastes like mint and lilies.
Her laughter fills the room and you can almost hear her thoughts.
"You're ridiculous." It is what she says, and you can't disagree.
"Do not underestimate my ability to praise you."
She arches a perfect eyebrow.
"You're just saying that because you're in love."
Her eyes are sparkling. She tries not to smile, but fails miserably.
"Hopelessly" You respond, wrapping your arms around her waist. "Love drunk, more precisely".
She rolls her eyes.
"Hyperbolic, as always."
"I'm not being hyperbolic." You say seriously, because it is the truth. It is true, after all. You are a dying drunk, addicted to the sweetest taste that is Lily Evans's lips. "It is an understatement, even."
You want to kiss every atom of her body, all 7x10 ^ 15.
And then, as she says in the sweetest voice in the world:
"The feeling is mutual."
Your heart misses a beat.