A Girl Named Hope

by shini-amaryllis

She hadn't really given much thought to her name. It was strange how simple things are in retrospect. Her name had meant something to her parents, so it would, in turn, mean something to her. But she would always be Hope, the Savior the world forgot. A series of one-shots off of Looking Beyond and Serpent Tongue! Multi-pairings and crossovers galore

4. The Colour of His Eyes

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter

A Girl Named Hope: Chapter Four: The Colour of His Eyes

The colour of his eyes fascinated her. It was a perfect combination of dark and light; of sea and sky.

She had never seen such a colour before in someone's eyes before.

She found that it wasn't difficult to get lost in them, much to her eternal embarrassment.

The strange thing was that George seemed to be the only one with eyes that particular shade (not even Fred had eyes like that). Or maybe it was just her? Or maybe it was just because of how the light hit them? She wasn't quite sure; probably one of the two, or maybe both.

Hope wasn't brave enough to mention it to George; she just knew that he would take the mickey out on her! It wasn't very Gryffindor of her, but then, Hope was a Slytherin by birth, so she was kind of exempt from the rule.

She wasn't sure what to call that colour; maybe it didn't have a name. It was unbelievably beautiful, but you'd never catch her telling the ginger-haired prankster that, of all things!

She would rather die a painful death than ever tell him that.

God knows she'd never be able to live it down.