A/N: Hey people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I decided to do something a little different to what I normally do. I hope you like it! It's just a short story that I had the idea for in the middle of the night.
He was a magnificent piano player. She could tell. His hands were those of a piano player. He had long artistic fingers. They were just as she pictured Mozart's hands to be. For hours she would sit in the library, watching his hands work. Mostly he did his homework, but sometimes he composed.
From what she'd seen, he composed wonderfully. He never wanted his friends to see his writing though. He hid his music, when they came by. He was embarrassed of it, although she didn't see why; She admired it from her place in the shadows.
She would watch his hands move gracefully across the paper, adding notes to make his work even more beautiful.
So desperately she wanted to hear him play, but she knew this was impossible. Her family was forbidden to go near his.
She sat on her bed at night and thought about his beautiful hands waltzing gracefully up and down the keys. She longed for the music. She needed it so badly it almost hurt.
She got up and walked down the corridor. She couldn't sleep. She though she heard a far-off noise. No, not a noise, a song, the most beautiful song she had ever heard. She was drawn to the music.
She followed it down the corridor, to a room at the end of the hallway. She pressed her ear against the door. Yes, this was where it was coming from. Her heart skipped a beat as she pushed the door ajar.
It was him, at the piano. His silver blonde hair seemed to shine as his fingers graced the keys. His music soon ended, and he noticed her in the corner.
"I- was- just…" she started. He put a long elegant finger to his lips in signal for her to be silent. She stared into his eyes, little did she know that he had been watching her every move. She inspired him with everything she did. She was his muse.
She watched as he took a few sheets of music out of a folder. He walked over to her, and gracefully handed her the music. It was the song she had seen him composing in the library. Above it was written 'Ginevra's Song.'
"Me?" she asked questioningly.
"You," he said daringly, "The first time I play this song, I want it to be for you."
"But you wrote this song, I watched you. How can you write a song when you haven't even heard it?"
"A wizard can do great thing when his muse is near."
And with that, he played. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. It was soft and flowing, yet deep, like it was trying to tell her something. By the time he had finished, she had figured out what it was telling her. She turned his head away from his music, and kissed him.
A/N: did you like it? Even if you didn't, Review!