Some little boys and girls I know
Have freckles on their faces;
Some, freckles on their nose and cheeks
And lots of other places.
I wish that I had freckles too,
For everyone to see.
I wonder what I have to do
To have them land on me...
-Nursery Rhymes
I sat in the library, a book shoved under my nose, but I wasn't reading it. I couldn't concentrate with her sitting so close yet so far. She was laughing at something a scrawny little boy had said. He had a camera wrapped around his neck and snapped a quick picture of her laughing. I envied him, he could take pictures and look at her face anytime he wanted to now.
She blushed when she realized he had taken a picture. A blush that made those gorgeous freckles stand out. A blush that accented her gorgeous fiery red hair. A blush I wanted to make her do.
I was intrigued with her red hair. It wasn't like the other girls in this school who had red hair. It was red, so red it almost looked fake, but I knew it wasn't. And it was straight, beautiful straight long red hair, hair so long it reached her butt. She wore it up most of the time though, with those bangs hanging in front of her eyes.
Now believe me, I've tried to get her off my mind, but it was hard. I tried dating red heads, but none compared to her. They all had pale skin, green eyes, and curly hair. The typical red head, but she defied the rules. Brown eyes, tanned skin from Quidditch, long straight hair. But the thing I loved most about her, the thing no other woman had… Were freckles.
I, myself, wanted them. Wanted that special characteristic that you only seemed to find on children's faces. I wanted some feature to distinguish me besides, tall, blonde, and pale. I wanted them to grace my face, but I wouldn't look right with them. She did though.
Her freckles seemed to keep her young and beautiful. I was so stiff, I wanted, needed, that immature feature to keep me alive. I wanted to touch that childish characteristic I so wanted and needed.
I was glad that she wasn't gorgeous in the eyes of other men. Only that low Collin Creevy seemed to take an interest in her. She, however, didn't take an interest in him. They were only friends.
Potter was an absolute idiot. She had been taken with the moron, and he should have taken her when he got the chance. To kiss those small, pout shaped lips. To run his fingers through that blood red hair. To connect the dots with those adorable Freckles…
She saw my eyes on her and I looked away quickly. She scowled and rolled her eyes at me. She mumbled something to Collin then got up and left the little rat alone. I approached him.
'Afternoon.' I drawled. He squeaked at the sight of me looming over him. I plopped down in the chair that Ginny had recently be occupying.
'What do you want, Malfoy?' His bravery to confront me like this was applauded. I smirked at him, which drew more fear from him. He didn't let his composure waver however.
I didn't answer, I gave him an evil look before standing up. This was useless, he had a confused look sketched across his face as he watched me fight an internal battle. I turned around to leave then growl again.
'Screw it.' I mumbled to myself.
I stole that damn camera from Creevy.
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A.N. this is going to be an on going story but there are going to be little nursery rhymes in between. I hope you like it, and I Hope it turns out good!
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