messy love •harrypotterxoc•

chapter fifty four (4)

Harry and addy spun faster and faster, elbows tucked tightly to their sides with their hands linked, blurred fireplaces flashing past him, until harry started to feel sick and closed his eyes. Then, when at last they felt themself slowing down, they threw out their hands and came to a halt in time to prevent them from falling face forward out of the Weasleys' kitchen fire.

"Did he eat it?" said Fred excitedly, holding out a hand to pull addy to his feet, george doing the same to harry

"yeah, blood hilarious it was, the tongue was bigger then his arse and that's saying something " said addy, straightening her quidditch top and shorts.

it was only then that Harry noticed how much she'd changed, not in a bad way, ofcourse she still looked absolutely breathtaking to him. no matter if she had just come out of a puddle of mud and she was covered in dirt and leaves he'd still be drawn to her and think she'd the most ethereal woman he'd ever seen. to him she was beautiful no matter what. to him she was beauty, actually no, the word beauty doesn't even start to describe how breathtakingly gorgeous she was in his eyes.

she'd grown maybe an inch or two at most, letting harry still tower over her by a good six or seven inches, yet she stood tall on her long legs. despite being quite small, tiny some would say, she had long legs that took over most her body. skinny, yes, but long. her legs were scarred and cut wirh bruises littering them, no doubt from the nights of endless thrashing in her sleep, putting them on full deeply right now but when school comes around harry knew addy would go back to her skin-tight tights or thigh high socks, not that he was complaining, he thought she looked quite gorgeous in them.

her curly hair was still bushy and well... unique but more under control with less frizz and more defined curls, from which harry guessed she'd shaped with some curl-cream to try and calm them down. her face was more hollow and sunken but not looking horrifying but what harry would say as defined as her cheekbones and jaw stuck out clearer then most. her brown feline eyes and long lashes batted her eyelids whenever she blink sending all the boys and girls, minus her family for obvious reason, into a state of awe still remained unchanged but her eyes held a certain glow of hazel in that was obviously new since he'd never seen it before and he spent most his third year staring at her in utter awe

her lips were chapped and split, with little cuts and red patches from where she'd bite her lips out of nervousness or pain but they still look pulp and rosy. her smile. merlin her smile, harry could watch over and over and not get bored of it. it was like watching heaven and hell combine in one, peace and all, devils and angels in new tranquillity. they way her glossy white teeth would slip thereway out past her bottom lip, biting it lightly before she opened her mouth slightly with creased eyes and dimples for days. her nose would crinkle up if she laughed hard enough as she let out unappealing snorts which harry thought was upmost and utterly adorable and cute, he never wanted to stop hearing them, like ever

her body was still a pale little thing, like a rag doll almost, bruises and scratches littered her arms and legs scarring into her still smooth looking skin despite it being quite scratched up. her body was a canvas and the scars were the paint, claiming all of her before she could even see herself in the mirror and claim it was her. scars or not her body would have been a masterpiece, an hourglass figure she had gotten from the weasley side of females aswell as paper-white skin which covered her fragile bones and sensitive nerves which held her together. her figure was still skinny; unreasonably skinny, but it wasn't as if she wasn't eaten, harry and everyone for that matter, saw that she ate enough keep her cozy and full but more so how she lost more then she'd gained overnight in her bed by breaking her body over and over again. sweating the calories off, quicker then she could eat them.

her breasts and bottom had grown out and she could now full say she was a woman, whether she wanted to be or not in this world ruled by misogynistic rude males who would beg to differ on the case of women's rights. her boobs gave herself more of a problem in her opinion, because rather then being seen fully she was just seen as a pretty redhead with double c boobs and a big bum, but as soon as she opens that mouth of hers to correct the male seeing her as a piece of ass she's seen as less then a pretty girl, she's seen as an object, a chew toy for the males to play with until they get bored and decide they want another woman in their hands and they'd throw her away like she's worthless. because in the eyes of men she's either a redhead with big boobs or a worthless woman with nothing to offer. nothing more then that.