Green
by Oh-Dear (Chelsea)
H/Hr; R/Hr
Disclaimer: I own nothing, so pick on someone who does, jerk-face.
She decided they were green. Yes, definitely green. Sighing, she repositioned her chin from her left palm to her right, all the while pretending to absorb the information Professor Binns so delightfully droned on about. Her eyes refocused on a strand of hair that was poking her in the eye, and she blew it out of the way, miffed that her hair could be so treacherous to distract her from her thoughts on the subject at hand: the color of his eyes.
'Now,' she thought tactfully, 'they might be green, but I think the real color of his eyes are the shade of the leaves that cling to the trees in the Forbidden Forest. No,' she thought again. 'They are like the color of the leaves in the Forbidden Forest in spring.' She nodded to herself, a little smile playing upon her lips. She repositioned herself once again and closed her eyes.
The next thing she saw were a pair of baby blue eyes looking down at her.
"Hermione, were you taking notes? Because, you see, I was trying to, really, I was…" Ron trailed off, his eyes darting to anywhere but Hermione's stormy hazel-colored ones.
"Ronald Weasley," she began, "How dare you ask me if you can copy my notes! You can't copy them because, well…because…I won't let you." She finished lamely, not wanting to tell Ron that she hadn't been taking notes, but dreaming of a green-eyed someone…but she wasn't going to divulge that secret in him, now was she?
Ron extended his hand towards Hermione. "Come on, Hermione. We've got time enough before lunch to, well, you know." He waggled his eyebrows comically, making Hermione wonder if he really was sixteen years old, and not a seven-year-old in disguise. She looked at his extended hand, and then let her eyes travel up his torso to his twinkling baby blue eyes. She sighed, wondering if he would ever leave her alone. She decided, quite easily, that he wouldn't do that.
She sighed; thinking of the boy with green eyes, and took his hand. He grinned like a madman and led her out of the classroom, straight to the nearest broom closet.
Okay, so, what do you think? I know it's uber-short, but it's something, right? RIGHT?!
Well, please review. Flames are more than welcome.
Until later,
Chelsea