Falling is Only the Beginning

It was like the stars decided to show that night, of all nights. It was like they knew that two young ones will soon melt with one another to form a relation ship that was sometime as smooth as water, or sometimes wavy like it. It was like the stars knew that two will fall for love and be with one another forever. With small minor need of a bump in that love...but who doesn't have it? It was odd because on that night the two soon-to-be lovers shall meet...and fall...

She stood there eyes focused on the lake that was owned by the Hogwarts ground. Her eyes closed, not caring what would happen to her. For she was at peace, she liked the quite of the lake, with the squid splashing about once in a while, with a few rustles from the Forbidden Forest.

She was alone with the world...at least she thought she was.

Not very far was a boy, no, not a boy anymore but not yet a man...at least not quite. He stood watching her, wondering, not quite focused on her. His eyes were on her, yes but his mind wasn't, they were far, and they alone were welcomed to the world.

It as when he refocused when he saw her move, she had sunk to the ground. An itch happened in his heart, it was confusing him. He rarely knew the girl, didn't even know her name...yet here he was watching. He liked the way her hair seemed to shine in the moonlight. Liked the way she was so slender; as if waiting for someone to hold her. But only gently, and he wanted to as much as possible.

When she sank down she stared at her self. Using the lake as a mirror, the only thing she loved was her hair, it came in dark red curls that seem very close to blood yet to far from it. She guessed she didn't mind her nose, but why would it matter, she wrinkled her face and hit her hand against the water before staring up at the moon.

Letting the light cares her face, and lay against her hair and body. There was a light wind that came from the north. She welcomed it, letting it give her a new feeling as it hit the bare arms, legs, and most of all her face.

It was a while before he saw her stand again, he didn't move, he saw that he came his way, but still he didn't move. He could hear every step she took; it hit the ground with a faint sound. Somehow she tripped causing him to act on instinct. He caught her right before she would've hit the ground.

When he had looked down her eyes were closed tight waiting on impact, but when it never came he found himself looking into brown eyes. They grew wide and he frowned at that point. He slowly picked her back up so she could stand. Noticing the thin material under his fingers, this was carefully on her back while he helped her stand.

"Thank you," he heard him say quietly, before starting to take off.

He let her, wishing he hadn't, wishing he knew her name...but sometimes wishing is never enough...

When she fell she expected to feel pain, half of her wanted it. So she could wake up to reality again, but when she never felt it she opened her eyes and saw right into a odd deep blue color that had gray flowing there it. She noticed she was staring, so she looked away. Having him help her back up so that her two feet once again touched the grass. With a whispered thanks she had gone off.

Walking at first before running, back to her bed. Where she could dream of those gray eyes and try to find them once again in the morning...