Title: Brown Eyes
Rating: PG
Summary: It was a piercing sort of brown, so bright that none could see the murky depths hidden within. One-Shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP, just the plot.

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Her eyes were brown. It was a piercing sort of brown, so bright that none could see the murky depths hidden within. No one can see what lies behind them; the brightness is too extravagant for their small minds; her outward appearance shows nothing but a bookish, know-it-all, show-off. Only I can see the passion beyond the brightness and murky depths; I can see the passion that few would expect from her. I know, because that passion fuels the both of us, giving us a meaning to live. Without it, without each other, we would surely die.

This beautiful passion is our secret; we know not how the others would react and thus, we put up a front. 'How very Slytherin of us' we think as we walk with our chosen dates, smiling sadly to each other. "Grin and bear," we say, but it is much easier said than done. We have fun with our dates and wonder if it is cruel to lead them on like this, but we figure, or at least hope, that they'll understand.

I remember, vividly, the Yule Ball. We had gone with dates and I saw her with Krum; I wasn't upset, she had told me before. The Yule Ball was our first kiss; we ditched our dates for a while and snuck outside. She was so beautiful, so gorgeous and breath-taking that nothing could stop me from running my fingers through her soft hair as she ran her fingers through my own. We had both abandoned caution to the wind, our foolish Gryffindor spirit shining through. "I know now, why the hat put you in Gryffindor," she had said to me and I blushed and kept kissing her passionately.

The passion didn't end after that night for either of us. Every time I look into those brown eyes I see the longing in them that I know fill my own. We make so many excuses to be together that it is a wonder that no one has yet found us out. How blind can everybody be? Surely we are not that Slytherin? But I want her so bad that I'm beginning to let things slip, little things that are hard to pick up on, but little things always lead to bigger things and we don't know if they'll understand.

Everyday, the longing, the wanting, and the passion, only gets stronger. This burning desire is unbearable. We have to tell them soon or I'll burst and she'll be alone. I cannot do that to her. But for now, we stick to our midnight walks out of the common room together, heading towards the Room of Requirement under the beautiful covers of darkness. When we reach the room she'll whisper in my ear: "I love you, Ginny," and I whisper back to her: "I love you too, Hermione." The words are sacred to our ears and as I look into those brown eyes I know we both speak the truth.

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A/N: How many of you were expecting that? I have to say, that I never thought I would do slash whatsoever but it just got stuck in my head and it wouldn't leave me alone. Please tell me how I did! I know it was short and it was supposed to be that way, why, I don't know, but it felt right short. REVIEW PLEASE!