Like the Night Sky
Lavender Brown looked deep into his eyes, twinkling like the stars which she had so often gazed at and studied. Like the stars, his eyes held an air of mystery. He was not all that met the eye; he was much more complex than that. There was something beneath their twinkly glaze, in the dark endless depths of blue there were secrets, concealed thoughts, and underlying emotions that were far too deep down for even him to know. Lavender often wondered if they were about her, and whether they were good. She thought that they must be, for she had read in his palm that he would live a very long and happy life with the one he loved. And of course he loved her - it wasn't as though there was anyone else.
Lavender counted the freckles on his pale, smooth face – there were precisely forty-nine. It was like looking at the moon, and counting the craters, something she never tired of doing. Sometimes they would run to the Black Lake, and lie on the grassy bank. He would talk about what had happened that day, and what his friends had said while Lavender would drift off and count his freckles.
Sometimes he would have more – depending on how long he stayed in the sun.
It always helped to calm her; it was never her strong point to communicate her thoughts. She preferred to be physical with her emotions: when she loved someone she would kiss them, and when she didn't like someone she would scowl. Observing details was distracting and usually made her feel better. When she first arrived at Hogwarts she had felt very homesick, and she got to sleep by counting the stars she could see from her window. But now, when the sun set she was completely fine. Something about the fiery red glow was very comforting and warm – maybe it was because of Ron, seeing his crop of blazing ginger hair in the crowded hallways triggered an urge inside her; an urge to smile, and throw herself into his strong arms, and press her lips to his. That was when she was happiest.
Ron raised a quizzical eyebrow and asked softly, "Lav?" Lavender smiled sheepishly, realising that she had been staring at him for a few minutes since he had last spoken, too engrossed in her boyfriend to notice he had stopped talking – but that meant he could put his lips to better use. Lavender threw her arms around his neck and felt their lips connect.