She watched the young woman from a distance amazed by the alluring beauty, captivated by that small smile. Her light brown tresses shinning like fresh honey in the afternoon sun. Her plump crimson lips glistening with moisture, beckoning all to steal a kiss. The young woman was intoxicating and she like an alcoholic could not resist the temptation. Did she notice the lingering stares? The desperate excuses just for a mere touch?
If she did, no warnings were given. No vicious words were screamed.
Perhaps, it was just a kind spirit forcing them at bay to spare an old woman's heart or perhaps, it was the need to not 'rock the boat' if you will. She gazed deep within two pools of mocha, searching, hoping for something, anything. It only took a moment to locate the answer she so desperately seeked. Her heart withered, her eyes prickled with sorrow. She swallowed thickly, walking away with feigned pride. When at a safe distance she let out her emotions escape in a quick ragged breath.
She did not deserve such pity.
"Wait! Mrs. Weasley?" A warm hand wrapped around her forearm forcing her to come to an halt. She turned, facing the girl once more, this time with watery eyes. "Are you well?" She questioned concern written across youthful features.
"Yes dear; just tired." A lie to add to the numerous others told these past months. The girl's face morphed into one of disbelief. The older woman inwardly swore. Why couldn't the girl just leave and pretend like she did not hear the crackle of pain lacing that weakened voice. "Are you certain?" Those large doe-like eyes glimmering like jewels as they searched her face for any sign of deceit.
"Yes, yes, of course." She gave the girl a shaky smile, hoping beyond hope that the girl would just give up. Lids narrowed in suspicion but pale pink lips did not open to protest any farther. Instead, she merely nodded. "Well, if you ever want to have a chat you know where I'll be." Molly's heart clenched at the words and deep within her soul wept. Yes, she did not deserve such an angel. Decision made, an uneasy contentment washed over her for a moment.
Her light green eyes glanced away to look towards the burrow, towards her life, towards her husband, she sighed in defeat. She turned her gaze back towards the girl, giving her a warm pat on the hand. "Thank you, Hermione."
AN: Just a morsel to pass the time and to get my creative juices flowing once again. Let me know if you like it; I'm thinking about writing a longer one shot of these two *cough* m-rated *cough*