May 17, 2012
She loved the way he smiled and the way he moved. She loved his brains and laughter and how perfectly he managed to mix them. She loved his eyes and his voice and how he talked to her like she was perfect. But most of all, she loved his hair, firey bright, always just too long for Mrs. Wealsey to be happy. It was his hair that danced behind her eye lids like flames. It was that hair that made her forget that she was with the wrong Weasley brother. The living Weasley brother.