You give him a look, and a shiver runs along his spine.
It is not really a look, more of a sneer.
Why he ever thought that you would love him, he will never know.
You, the beautiful Adonis from Greek mythology,
And him, the lowly peasant.
He can understand that you might never love him,
But what gives you the excuse to hate him?
Do not try to deny it,
They see the hatred burning in your eyes at the very mention of him.
But why?
His and your friend's see the stares,
That he gives you, and you know about them too.
He is oblivious to yours, though.
The more cunning of the two, you do it discreetly, so no one will notice.
But one time, he did.
It was the mistake you made, when you thought that it was safe.
It wasn't.
His eyes lit up; when he saw you weren't glaring,
And your stomach did a back flip.
It's those eyes of his.
Beautiful
From the iris, to the pupil.
His eyes haunt your dreams at night.
Those beautiful eyes of the emerald sea captivate you.
Bring you down into oblivion without your even caring.
You feel yourself staring at him, drowning in his eyes, as he yours.
You don't care if you can't swim.
Something shatters inside you, as he turns away, blushing.
Head held low to the table.
Submissive.
Common sense takes a vacation, as you stand.
They ask what you are doing, but you don't listen.
Walking, you don't stop till in front of him.
You say his name, and hesitantly, he looks at you.
The whole hall is quietly watching you two.
You don't care.
Bobbing down slightly, you are the same height.
Gently holding his chin, your lips touch with his.
Just as you suspected, they were beautifully soft.
He blushes. You cock your eyebrow.
The hall erupts in noise, as they witness the day that the slytherin ice prince melted Gryffindor's golden boy.