Prompt: 010. Years
Word Count: 340
The first time he saw her, he was eleven years old and had just stepped off the Hogwarts Express. He stared after her, watching her long legs and the way the beads in her hair clinked lightly together.
She didn't notice him until her first class, Charms. He intentionally chose a seat near her but not actually next to her.
The second time he really looked at her was when they played Quidditch. She flew with determination, long hair streaming out behind her.
He loved the way she smiled as she flew. He wished she would smile for him.
She watched him on the field, as well. She caught herself gazing at his muscles and blushed as she thought what he would look like without his shirt on. Ashamed and embarrassed by her thoughts, she concentrated on Terrence or Adrian - anyone but him.
The third time he studied her, seated across from her in the Great Hall, he found he loved the way she arched her eyebrows at the stupid Weasley twins. He loved her laugh as it carried faintly across the room. He loved the way her expressive eyes conveyed her scorn, her pleasure and her disdain.
In Potions, Snape was particularly mean and forced them all to switch partners. She ended up working with him.
For the first time, she was caught by his icy blue eyes. They held so much emotion and so much depth, she didn't realize she had stopped breathing.
"What's wrong, Johnson?" he sneered, leering down at her.
Blinking stupidly, she looked down immediately and mumbled something before going off to the Potions cabinet to pick up their supplies.
He had been unnerved by her reaction then.
Now, lying with his arms wrapped around his love, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Good morning, Angel," he whispered, kissing her neck.
She turned slightly and looked at his smiling blue eyes.
"Who'd have thought that after all these years we could be here?" she asked softly as she leaned into his touch.