I woke up to orange light and the smell of sage. I peeled my eyes open and found myself staring into Fred Weasley's ocean eyes – gray, blue, green, and everything in between. I struggled to stay afloat, but something about this ocean made me want to dive deeper…

Fred pulled me out of my thoughts. "'Mione?" he says, "You awake yet?"

A faint blush colored my cheeks and I nodded.

"Good, because the sunrise is amazing. I don't want you to miss it." And with that, he helped me up from my laying position (How did I get this way?) and half-dragged me by the arm outside of the Burrow, and sat cross-legged under an extremely leafy tree. When I remained standing, still half-asleep, he pulled me down beside him.

"C'mon, 'Mione! You can't exactly watch a sunrise with your eyes closed."

Grumbling slightly, I opened my eyes. I silently agreed that this sunrise was amazing. You could just see the top of the sun over the horizon, but the light it cast over the looming Burrow and the large expanse of trees ahead made it look so.. amazing.

I let the corners of my mouth tug upward and leant back against the soft bark, sighing in contentment.

"It's so beautiful," I let out in a hushed whisper. "Glad I opened my eyes." I giggled and turned to look at Fred, but he seemed deep in thought.

"My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun," he breathed, "Coral is far more red than her lips' red / If snow be white … Ah, I forgot the rest."

I looked at him, surprised. "Wha.. Where'd you get that from?"

He just smiled. "I remember reading it once, it was written in a library book. The book was about quidditch… so, of course, it made sense for the poem to be there." I just rolled my eyes. "I was just reminded me of it." He looked at me. "You reminded me of it."

I just tilted my head to the side, waiting for an explanation.

"Your eyes are nothing like the sun." I closed my eyes then, a little hurt. "They shine brighter."

I smiled then, because I was just complimented by one of the most popular boys in Hogwarts while my hair looked like… my hair. I sighed inwardly, feeling a stray lock of hair on my cheek. When will my hair stop looking like a beaver's den?

I felt a finger brush my cheek and my eyes fluttered open. Fred. He brushed the strands of hair away, and tucked it behind my ear.

I was about to sail adrift in his ocean eyes yet again when I heard the shrill cry of Mrs Weasley's voice – "TIME FOR BREAKFAST!"

Sorry it's short :( I have no idea what I'm writing, but it will improve, just bear with me. :)

Here's to Jenel because she's the only person I know who gets my HP humor. Sigh. Everybody else doesn't know what they're missing out on. I'll update if I get a review :3