A/N: Nothing belongs to me.
Please review but be nice this is my first story.
It's hard to love from afar. I see hear laugh and smile but I'm not the one who caused it. My love for her grows with each grin and soars with every chuckle. She is the essence of beauty; she is a goddess. She is my goddess.
Each day I awake and rush to catch a glimpse of her. Searching the crowd in the great hall, a flash of platinum hair catches my eyes. Honing in, I spot her. She sits away from, taunting me. It's not fair that she showers others with attention but leaves me in the cold.
Slowly she turns as if sensing my leering gaze. Those piercing blue eyes ensnare my own and I'm frozen. Her eyes, that moments before were so sharp now soften with amusement. A smirk slide across her face, gradually she turned around but not before slipping a wink in my direction.
My face burns, and I feel a strange mix of loathing and lust. Fleur Delacour she is my goddess. She is my tormentor.