He felt his breathing pull short the first time she looked up (and the second, the third, and basically every time, but, really, who's counting?). The girl had already been in the Headquarters for five days, mostly confined to her bed, and in no condition to even talk. It had been frustrating for the whole Order whenever they tried to Interrogate her their only answers would consist of wheezing, and the local Healer refused to let them try Legilimens, since they had no idea about how stable she would be (one could easily get lost in a person's mind).
But, now, five days later he had caught her in the Black library, and had been about to call her on it, when she caught his gaze. People had often compared His eyes to the grassy fields, stretching as far as the eye could see. And if in his eyes there was a field, then before him laid a forest, wild and untamed like nothing you've ever imagined, but still with its own eco-system that worked perfectly in a way no one but its residents would understand. The only thing he could ever compare them to would have to be the Forbidden Forest outside Hogwarts, Scotland's best wizarding School.
Like the Forbidden Forest one could only guess what may lay behind the first canopy of trees, and, also there was wildness within that drew people to adventure. Even though her face was covere in still-fading bruises and cuts Harry felt himself wanting to go deeper, to discover every little thing about the owner of those tantalizing eyes.
He hadn't realized that he was staring until his eyes focused on a hand waving in front of his face. It shook him back to the present and he could feel a blush creeping up his neck. Rapidly, he snatched her still outstretched hand (it was so small in his, when was the last time this girl ate?) and shook it. A-sort-of-but-not-completely-a smirk had wormed itself unto her face, Harry knew that under normal circumstances he would be annoyed, but somehow he found that he wasn't.
"Welcome to us. I'm Harry Potter" he introduced himself with a voice that wasn't shaking at all (right). Slowly, a smile came forth on her face, and even though it must've hurt to pull at her wounds she didn't stop, instead she spoke in a calm voice that entranced Harry, if possibly, even more.
"Pleased to meet you, Harry, I'm Joan" If she recognized his name she made no attempt to point it out. She turned her face away, as if to contemplate something, and Harry found himself already missing her strong gaze. "Now, would you please tell me where in the freaking world I am?"
The boy, (Harry, Joan reminded herself) looked shocked for some reason, and she felt a small chuckle leave her lips. Oh, yes, she thought this will be the start of a beautiful friendship.