Dear Bright Eyes| Colin Creevey

seventeen| practice

"Have you tried telling her that she's pretty?"

The girl couldn't believe that Colin has confided something this major to her. He is in love with someone. This could be beautiful. He deserves it- he's a nice boy, who most probably will fall in love with a nice girl. She felt happy for the could be love story.

Yet at the same time, she can't help but feel the small poke of something akin to an icicle to her heart. The image of the imaginary nice girl burned at her mind and ignited fire in her veins. Rage. This perfect girl will be perfectly happy with Colin so much so that the perfect girl would want to take away all his hours. He'll never spend this much time with her anymore. She'll miss him. Of course, she'll miss him. His scent, his scent, his scent and the conversations. She'll miss a friend.

"Like 'You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen and will see to the day I die'?" there was a small gasp at the end of his statement. His brown eyes twinkling, like the earth after a rain shower in the middle of summer. Like he was revelling in something in her general direction.

He was looking at her but she knows that he's probably thinking about the perfect girl. The one who'll get to spend all of his free time, eat breakfast at the Astronomy Tower and outside the greenhouses, listen to muggle music at Hog's Head, it won't be her anymore- it will be this perfect, nice storybook girl from a functional family who didn't serve the Dark Lord.

It grated her nerves.

"A bit too farfetched," the girl sighed. She watched as Colin bit his lower lip in disappointment. He let it go with a grin and a tutting sound. "How about just actions?"

"Oh, like flowers?" He was beaming excitedly, she could tell that a thousand colors of flower pictures are going through his mind just now. "She was named after a flower, you see, maybe I'd-"

The girl shook her head. "No, I'm thinking about something physical." She leaned her body towards him. He smelled so clean, like the earth after the rain. She closed her eyes. "How many people have you kissed?"

Colin opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. He scratched his head, "To be honest- I never really- you see... It hasn't really been a priority of mine so I've never..."

The girl didn't interfere, she wants him to finish admitting it.

"I've never kissed anyone before, Vi."

"And you want her to be your first kiss," she states. Of course he does.

He nodded, a bit pale now. Nervous. There were droplets of sweat forming on his thick brows. It made his scent stronger. So much more palatable. "Desperately."

Maybe it was the breathiness in his voice. The desire hidden under the layers of sunshine and innocence that did it that the girl find herself snaking an arm around his neck. He was warm, skin sticky with a little bit of sweat but soft and supple. "Girls want to be kissed like they're in a fairytale, it will do you no good if you kissed her any other way."

He looked down, biting his lips as she held on to his nape, caressing the soft dirty blonde hairs. Perhaps she was being a bit too forward but who cares? He's in love with someone else, right? There's that. There's that and... And... And she doesn't want some nice, perfect girl snatching him away. It felt like nails clawing on the board. Annoying.

"I can teach you, it will not count because it's practice," she whispered on the inch of space that separated their lips. He was biting hard at his lower lip and looking at her face. There was some blood on the inner side of his lips- sweet and pure- still not fully healed from whatever it is that he did. Smelled like the first honey gathered in spring.