Brown eyes look at you with slight repulsion as you introduce yourself. Well, can't say you feel different. Bloody, annoying know-it-all she is. She seems to think she's better than everyone else. You really hope you don't end up in the same House as her. You don't think you'll be able to stand the next seven years if you do.

You've never been so happy in your life. Your best friend is back. Seeing her petrified possibly the most frightening experience of your life. But none of that matters now. Two brown eyed girls had been returned to you, and you're extremely grateful.

She's mad at you again. The glare of her brown eyes was burning right through you. You're not going to back down, though. Her cat killed Scabbers! Wasn't even a cat, that monster. She doesn't have the right to be angry with you. For a second, when she yelled at you, you can't help but feel a little thrill. You immediately push that aside. Instead you glare right at those brown eyes and yell back.

Her brown eyes are different today. They're coated in make-up. It made them seem brighter than usual. Everything about her looked brighter, actually. She's radiating a kind of confidence you had never seen before. Maybe it was the clothes, or the make-up, or the git of a bloke connected to her. Either way, she is beautiful, and she knew it. And you were a mess she won't even bother to look at. This was turning out to be a really great night.

Brown eyes gaze forward in determination. Sometimes that look of stubbornness wasn't always too great. For example, when she wouldn't stop nagging about homework or SPEW. Today was different, though. When she was going with you to go to the Department of Mysteries, her stubbornness was one of her best qualities. She glanced at you for a second. It gave you an odd feeling you'd all make it out okay.

You haven't seen her brown eyes in a while. You've never felt worse. You could live with their anger and disgust. You couldn't live with them ignoring you. It was final proof that she doesn't need you. She never has and never will. You're just an arse who doesn't deserve her. You don't even like Lavender. So why are you still with her and not Hermione? You find no real answer to this. You may have screwed up before, but now you've really done it.

You've never been so terrified. They're going to hurt her. Maybe kill her. "No! Take me instead!" you scream before you could even think about it. In that moment, you realize that you were wrong about something. You thought you couldn't give up those brown eyes. But that wasn't the case. You need her to be safe. You need her to be happy. You don't need to have her, though. If her being all right meant you never got to see her again, you'd accept that. You'd make any sacrifice for the brown-eyed girl you'd grown to love.

You sit next to her bed at Shell Cottage. She silently opens her eyes to reveal chocolate colored irises to you. She looks around confused, but you just smile. She'd never know what her brown eyes meant to you.


Sorry to anyone who's been waiting for another chapter. Next one from Hermione's point of view, I promise! Reviews are always welcome.

I did write this at 1 in the morning, when I was falling asleep, so there could be horrible mistakes.