Orange: Fascination, Creativity, Attraction, Success, Stimulation
Orange. It was always his favorite color. Did you know that? It stood for so many different things. It was different. A unique color. Something that most people aren't fond of at first, but once they get past the loudness of it, they grow to love it. The color orange reminds him of you, although he would never admit it to anybody else.
Did you know that you fascinated him? No, you didn't, did you? He use to love watching you out of the corner of your eye. Seeing you yelling at your brother for being an idiot, and watching you stick up for Potter against everybody even when it caused you pain, always caused a fire to burn within him. He couldn't stop himself from watching you, studying you. He was always taught to hate your family. They are poor and blood traders, but you were too beautiful, too fascinating for him to hate.
Your creativity was amazing to him. Back when you were in third year, when you decided to get Potter to finally notice you, was the first time he truly felt jealous of anybody. You walked into the Great Hall with your skirt too short and your shirt too tight, and it was all for Potter. It was that day that he started thinking of you as a little minx. A creative little minx. Only somebody with that much creativity would be able to sow up a skirt that short and a shirt that tight. Short and tight enough to cause him to hurt. Yes, he knew you created them by hand. Maybe others couldn't tell, but to him, it was obvious.
That was also the day he realized how attractive he found you. You were turning into a woman, and he was turning into a man. He wanted you as any man would want a beautiful woman. He tried to deny it, even to himself. He manged to do pretty well for a while, but like all things, gravity pulled him back down. It was two years after Hogwarts when he saw you again in that dark muggle bar. He had a smirk on his face, and you had a smile on yours. Unfortunately for him, it wasn't him you was smiling at, but your girlfriends. It was obvious to him that you were well on your way to being drunk, and he wasn't about to let that chance pass him by.
He sat beside you, while you slurred about your success so far in Auror training. You told him that you had been made the leader of your group due to your wide knowledge of spells and curses. You were becoming successful, and you wanted everybody to know. But you were too drunk to realize who you were talking to. You were also too drunk to know that you were following your enemy to a bedroom upstairs.
Do you remember waking up the morning? Do you remember him lying there next to you, and how you freaked out and screamed? You accused him of rape, but he reminded you of how you followed him to the room. He reminded you of how you kissed him so eagerly, and of how you allowed him to push you back onto the bed. And just to make sure you wouldn't forget, he kissed you. He then proceeded to show you what had happened, and you didn't push him away.
Orange. That's the color that you remind him of.
