See the Tears

Whatever happened to my happy ending? What happened to the life I knew was waiting just around the corner? Where is my fairy tale? It had faded. Faded away.

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His name is Draco Malfoy, and I love him.

I love his eyes-- silver storm clouds covered in ice, piercing past your soul, into that deeper part of you, the part that doesn't move, doesn't feel. The part that stares right back.

I love his hair-- a gentle draping of silken, silver strands of beauty, stung across his perfect head, draping over into those eyes. Hair that makes you want to run your fingers through it.

I love his mouth-- a sculpted bow of pink flesh, velvety against his pale skin. A mouth that captivates you, that you wish you could kiss it, just to have a tiny taste of godhood.

I love his mind-- a mind that challenges, that changes and morphs everything in its path. A mind that you can only dream of matching.

I love his voice-- a voice that speaks such hard words in such a silken tone, a voice that wraps around you, blanketing you in smooth caress until you don't even want to break free. A voice that could break a heart and mend it in a second should he so choose.

I love his tears-- tears that could shatter everything in the world, tears that could drown the most powerful of gods, tears that could melt the coldest of hearts. Tears that have melted mine, even though he does not know that I have seen him shed them.

His name is Draco Malfoy, and I love him.

He is statuesque, he is great, he is powerful, he is beautiful. He is the essence of sensual, catlike grace in all its earthly form and more. He is strength in a frail shell, he is power in blinding eyes, he is beauty in perfection.

He is everything we must aspire to become. He is everything we can never be. He is everything I love.

His name is Draco Malfoy, and I love him.

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Her name is Ginny Weasley, and I love her.

I love her eyes-- droplets of chocolate, melting the coldest of hearts, shattering the barriers of ice that surround even the darkest fortress. Eyes that break you down, crumble you in anger, break your heart in sadness, and melt the world in love.

I love her hair-- a blanket of crimson velvet, thick as smoke from the forest fire that the color matches so closely. Hair that makes you want to bury your hands in it.

I love her mouth-- a perfect curve, always prepared to speak her mind, always ready to hurt, to comfort, to retort, to insult, to kiss, to whisper. A mouth even a god should dream of kissing, a mouth that makes you wish you were a god, so that you could be worthy enough to kiss it.

I love her mind-- a sharp mind, prepared to battle any other that comes her way, prepared to think things through in an instant and decide before another question may be posed. A mind that makes you dream of challenging it.

I love her voice-- a voice that can be cold as ice, or warm as honey, that can wrap you around her little finger and make you wish she would never stop speaking. A voice you could dream of.

I love her tears-- great tears, strong tears, tears that are never shown before others, tears that show who she really is. Tears I wish I could wipe away, but know I mustn't, for she does not know that I see her shed them.

Her name is Ginny Weasley, and I love her.

She is gorgeous, a perfect piece of fire and womanhood melted together into the most passionate of beings. She is the essence of power in a fragile form, the essence of strength in kind eyes, the essence of beauty in passion.

She is everything one should wish they were. She is everything that is unattainable and unique. She is everything I love.

Her name is Ginny Weasley, and I love her.

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See the tears. See them fall. See the love. See it all. Its name is perfection, and they love it.