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right now, now would I?
Eyes
Hermione Granger
Her eyes are chocolate, a nice warm brown that attracted me to her. The first time we met I thought that she was an insufferable know-it-all. Just look at us now, getting married. If anyone had told me that I would marry Hermione Granger when I was eleven, I would have thought them mad. I probably would have thought that for a few years, but after the Yule Ball I really realized my feelings for her. When I saw her then, I was sure that this was not the bookworm that we had all come to know and love. It was that instant that I realized that's what it was. Love. It was then that I realized that I loved Hermione Granger. Not that I would have admitted it to anyone mind you. It was a couple of years until I really told her how I felt. But in those few years I just kept falling harder. One could feel like once you fall, you've fallen and that's the end of it. But I found out that I could fall forever for Hermione. Everyday I was finding out something new. Every time she smiled at me I tucked it away, saving it for the rainy days I knew were to come. Even in the midst of the war she would smile at me like she knew. Like she knew that I loved her and that I kept every smile she gave me embedded in my mind, never to forget them.
But today, never have I gotten a smile like I have today, not even when I asked her to marry me. I can barely pay any attention to the pastor. It's all I can do to say "I Do" to her, when I would be content just to have her smile at me like that. I look into her chocolate eyes as I await her answer. When I get the response I was hoping for I hear the pastor say that I may now kiss my bride. I never break my gaze while I lift her veil. I only close my eyes as I can feel her lips, in that smile, upon mine. I manage to smile as I lose my self in the taste of my new bride, and all I can see in my minds eye is my new bride with that wide smile and her chocolate brown eyes that seem to be dancing with joy. Joy that can only be expressed through the eyes, never through words. And as I kiss her I try to tell he how much I love her, and how happy I am that she's all mine now. I love her. She is nearly perfection. But her few flaws aren't glaring, so I even love those, like when she yells or nags. Now I think that I finally have the greatest treasure in the entire world. The greatest treasure is now my wife, my wife with the most beautiful smile and the warmest chocolate brown eyes, which stay warm even when she yells.
A/N: hey! no more funerals! yet...I'll admit.
Eyes
Hermione Granger
Her eyes are chocolate, a nice warm brown that attracted me to her. The first time we met I thought that she was an insufferable know-it-all. Just look at us now, getting married. If anyone had told me that I would marry Hermione Granger when I was eleven, I would have thought them mad. I probably would have thought that for a few years, but after the Yule Ball I really realized my feelings for her. When I saw her then, I was sure that this was not the bookworm that we had all come to know and love. It was that instant that I realized that's what it was. Love. It was then that I realized that I loved Hermione Granger. Not that I would have admitted it to anyone mind you. It was a couple of years until I really told her how I felt. But in those few years I just kept falling harder. One could feel like once you fall, you've fallen and that's the end of it. But I found out that I could fall forever for Hermione. Everyday I was finding out something new. Every time she smiled at me I tucked it away, saving it for the rainy days I knew were to come. Even in the midst of the war she would smile at me like she knew. Like she knew that I loved her and that I kept every smile she gave me embedded in my mind, never to forget them.
But today, never have I gotten a smile like I have today, not even when I asked her to marry me. I can barely pay any attention to the pastor. It's all I can do to say "I Do" to her, when I would be content just to have her smile at me like that. I look into her chocolate eyes as I await her answer. When I get the response I was hoping for I hear the pastor say that I may now kiss my bride. I never break my gaze while I lift her veil. I only close my eyes as I can feel her lips, in that smile, upon mine. I manage to smile as I lose my self in the taste of my new bride, and all I can see in my minds eye is my new bride with that wide smile and her chocolate brown eyes that seem to be dancing with joy. Joy that can only be expressed through the eyes, never through words. And as I kiss her I try to tell he how much I love her, and how happy I am that she's all mine now. I love her. She is nearly perfection. But her few flaws aren't glaring, so I even love those, like when she yells or nags. Now I think that I finally have the greatest treasure in the entire world. The greatest treasure is now my wife, my wife with the most beautiful smile and the warmest chocolate brown eyes, which stay warm even when she yells.
A/N: hey! no more funerals! yet...I'll admit.