Prompt: Starry Night (#298)
"My heart is yours,
It's you that I hold on to,
That's what I do"
(Coldplay, Sparks)
Stars littered the sky.
Laying on her back, she stared overhead at the beauty of the glittering diamonds overhead, against a backdrop of black velvet.
This was nice, she thought absently, listening to his voice as he spoke, perhaps more words than anyone had ever heard him utter before. His voice was pleasantly deep, and without the inflection of arrogance, it was rather nice.
In the daylight, he'd never be like this. After all, he had a persona to keep up. But with her, here in the astonomy tower, he was hers, and that's all that really mattered.
She didn't really care that because she was a half-blood, he'd never address or even look at her in public. She knew she should care, that she should be offended. But... these secret moments that they shared, where he let down all his walls, they were too perfect to trade in for anything.
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Tracey was a quiet girl; observant and very smart, but she didn't show it off like that Granger girl.
She was beautiful, in a way that wasn't obvious like the Greengrass girls. But to him, from her wavy auburn hair that reached a few inches past her shoulders, to her pale green eyes, she was the embodiment of beauty.
Turning to look at her, finally lapsing into silence, he stared at the girl he could be himself with.
Staring at her profile, he felt an ache in his chest, knowing that he wasn't good enough for her. But he was selfish enough to take whatever it was she was willing to give, even if he didn't deserve it.
And for as long as he lived, he didn't think there'd be anyone else who could conquer his heart. It only had space for Tracey Davis.
~End~
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