A/N: So this is my first story in about two years, please be kind. It's going to have eight chapters total, seven years with an epilogue for each story! The pairings will be Harry/Hermione, James/Lily, with unrequited! Draco and Severus. This will be a short story! I don't plan on it following canon chronologically for each person's view, it'll bounce from the beginning to the end of the year. Enjoy!
1991 – Draco Malfoy
The first time he sees her hair, he notices it with curiosity.
How heavy were the thick curls that sat massively upon her head? Did the frizz block her sight? Could she properly hear the words of anyone around her? It seems to consume her entire upper body, despite being just barely past her shoulders.
Draco fingers her own locks subconsciously. Did she walk around precariously, so not to damage her neck if the weight was too much on one side? Was she constantly sweating in the summer months because of the curtain trapping the heat? It was strange to see such a large amount of bushy curls on an admittedly small girl.
It wasn't like Draco particularly looked at anything but the hair, though he did notice she was muttering underneath her breath as stupid Potter and poor Weasley shared a glance, observing the same. He cocked a brow as the curls quivered and bounced even when she halted; Draco barely managed to stop before he ran into the black-haired girl in front of him, he was so distracted.
It was then he decided that her hair made her a strange creature.
It was after her name that he decided she was a lesser, but still strange, creature.
1969 – Severus Snape
The first time he sees her hair, he's immediately enchanted by its rich color.
He can't decide if it's an exceptionally dark blood-red or a deep auburn; either way, it's the most interesting when it swishes across her back. Her eyes are piercing, like sharp emeralds, undoubtedly beautiful.
But Severus finds himself drawn to her hair over anything.
"Will it matter, Severus?" the young girl asks nervously. "My blood? You said there are purebloods, will it matter to them?"
His attention is completely on her strands, curling at the ends where they rest halfway to her waist.
"Not at all."
1991 – Harry Potter
The first time he sees her hair, he shrinks back with fear of it flying into his face.
He notices she appears taller than either himself or Ron, but vaguely notes it might simply be because of the mass disguising as hair. He can hardly tell someone this, let alone her, since his own locks were messy and usually sticking up like he'd slept on it wrong.
She barges in, demanding to know if either of the boys had seen a toad, of all things. Things go from strange to bad once Ron's spell turns out to be a dud and she comments honestly. Harry just manages to hold back a snort when she points out the smudge of dirt on his new friend's nose. She somehow made it sound prim and smug at the same time. Ron groans when she gets sorted into Gryffindor, but he doesn't do more than grunt noncommittedly.
He decides she's strange when she thrusts her hand into the air after Snape asks impossible questions of a first-year.
He decides her hair is a bit lighter than he first realized, more like a milky chocolate, when she solves the Potion master's riddle with ease.
1971 – James Potter
The first time he sees her hair, he wonders briefly if she's related to the Weasley's.
The longer he watches her the more he's entertained by her anger. She's got a decent face, much better than most of the girls his mother's friends bring around the manor, but her hair is what he notices first. It's dark, deep red, more like the color of the roses the elves keep fresh on the dining table. It's funny, as he'll laugh later on with Sirius about, that she resembles Christmas.
James chuckles as she jumps up and storms out with her friend, the git he immediately dislikes.
"Later, Snivellus!"