"Do you see the stars? Even they can never match the brightness of true love."

There is something about magic, dearest star, something about it that renders it mysterious to even the most wise of wizards. You have felt it, the moment you first felt unexplainable pain and as your heart broke, so did a window at your side. This is true of most unmanageable emotion you feel, the magic jumps and dances beyond your control. This was true for them. Their magic mixed and mingled in ways that they didn't think possible. Their love flared and neither saw it coming, she especially.

Their love was not from the beginning. Theirs was a beginning that most lovers deny ever happening. Hatred without understanding, anger and jealousy overtook their eyes when they first met. He would see her standing tall and proud in robes two sizes to big and worn out at the elbows. He would see her with her chin up and eyes strong with assurance so real.. and he had to fake that everyday of his life. It angered him in ways he never thought possible.

She would see him, all scowls and taunts and words that sparked her temper, what else could she first feel other than hate? She could never say she knew him well, but she could say she knew who he claimed to be. He claimed perfection, superiority, and wealth she could never obtain. It infuriated her in ways she never thought possible.

Beloved, they can not deny this. Even I was eye witness to their beginning.

His heart was cold for years, as I told you.. it had been this way for as far back as he could remember. If there was a way to heat his heart, he wouldn't have cared really. He would say, "I like how everything is, what more is there anyways?"

He would know there was more if he was ever allowed to feel simple emotions from his childhood. If he new of true sorrow of loss, he'd know happiness could never come from money and power. If he knew true love of a Mother and Father, he'd have shed tears at his Father's funeral. He'd have tried to stop his Mother from her self inflicted death, because he'd have seen it coming. Unfortunately, he never knew any of those things and when it was introduced to him, it was too late to go back and change the past.

When he came to know those things, they were so foreign to him he hadn't the faintest idea of how to respond. It was awkward, and completely caught him off guard.

She had found there were many levels to the curse upon her eyes. There was the fact that she no longer recalled what anyone looked like, and she couldn't even remember how blue looked in the sky. She lost those memories and that ability for good and so, she accepted it. However, the magic of the curse took the magic of sight.. and her very core fought to replenish what was lost in other ways.

You see, there are many who have magic very strong in their eyes and they can read magic weaving futures in other's hands, in crystal balls and in the residue of tea leaves. There are very few who have occasional flares of magical hearing and we are given prophecies others might see written in the stars. These are not common, but of that magic called divination, they are the core ways of reading what magic tells us.

When her magic was stolen from her eyes, her core sent all it could to another sense to do what her eyes couldn't. She noticed it three days after being awake in the darkness, a faint music playing in her ears.

"Ron, what is that music playing? Can you turn it off?"

She jerked her head to the left as she felt the jump of another body beside her. Sleepily, words escaped his lips as he comprehended her questions.

"Music? What music, Gin?"

There was a silence for him, and she had shut her lips tight as the music she heard got louder.. and louder..

"What did she say, Ron?" She asked softly.

"What are you talking about? What did who say?" Now he was awake and curiously watching his sister as she stared up blankly at the ceiling.

"Hermione. Did she say yes?" The music was not at all horrible. In fact, she rather liked it. There was the perfect blend of sweet tones brought out by violins and a faint background of piano. Then there was a moment where the piano and violin struck a chord that rang through her body and had felt compelled to ask the question about Hermione.

"I haven't asked yet..." spoke Ron softly, feeling his throat was rather tight suddenly.

"Ask tonight, okay?" She didn't ask him about the music again and by the time he was questioning her she was feeling so exhausted she had simply fallen asleep.

The next day, she was told by Hermione of her engagement to Ron. He had asked her the night before and it was funny, she said. "I was tired of waiting, Gin. I told my self... 'Unless he asks tonight, I'm through.' Then...he did."

This was how she saw things. She could tell when Ron was frustrated when she heard his music in an odd key. She knew Harry was feeling anxious, she could tell the party was going well and she could hear her brothers' love without them having to say a word. This was how she saw him, though their beginning was quite filled with hate.. all she could hear was far from hatred.

"Draco Malfoy." She had said it with such certainty and he wondered how. She was blind, right? He read about it a while back in the Daily Prophet. He observed her eyes with a quick glance and found them to look quite clouded. She was looking over his shoulder.

"Weasel," he murmured in return. He felt a great deal of frustration bubbling up suddenly from her presence. All he could remember is seeing her standing this proud during school. She had lost her sight and still she was confident as ever. He didn't think he could ever do that if he lost his sight.

Then it came, the awkwardness, the being caught off guard, the mystery of the magic working in that moment.

"Don't worry, I'll love you even if you can't fix them," she whispered urgently. There was a great crescendo to that moment and suddenly.. nothing. No music at all for a full two seconds as he took in her words and she let them all out.

He gulped, very hard. "Fix.. what then?" he managed to ask. She was already gathering the packages in her arm and just as she was about to answer, another voice broke through.

"Ginny! You were right behind me then..." The voice faltered when the owner caught sight of Draco, who was looking quite winded.

Hermione Granger glared, and grabbed Ginny's free hand to drag her away without another word or the acknowledgement of Draco's existence.

"My eyes," she whispered to him as she was dragged away. The music faded from her ears and her cheeks burned bright pink. Hermione figured it was the cold and Ginny never told her it was because she heard love playing in her ears. Draco was so anxious in the next hour, he spilled his coffee four times. He was a nervous wreck and he couldn't even give it all a proper explanation.