In His Eyes

Harry's Bright Emerald Green Eyes Point of Veiw

How does she do it? Harry sat by the warmth of the fire in the lounge room of the Weasleys, eating his breakfast as he watched Ginny float into the room.

She's just woken up, she's wearing old hand me-down pyjamas that are way too big for her, yet she's still looks stunningly beautiful. She walks so gracefully, even with her eyes full of sleep and her hair a tangled mess of knots and flame, she still walks with her head up.

Everyone in the room has turned they're heads to either acknowledge how god-damn drop dead gorgeous she is (okay, so maybe there is only one person in the room thinking that) or that it is Ginny entering the room or to welcome her with a Good Morning.

Harry watched as Ginny swept into the kitchen, grabbed her plate of breakfast and walked back into the room.

"Oh." Ginny groaned as she sat down next to Harry. "Why is so bloody cold?"

Harry moved over a little more, letting her have most of the warmth. "Probably because its winter." Harry said, trying to sound like Hermione.

Ginny rolled her eyes and elbowed him in the ribs. Harry laughed to himself.

He loved how she could just take a joke, an insult and just play back right at you. He loved how she didn't expect him to hold her, kiss her, hug her, compliment her or hold her hand every second of the day like a certain other. However, he did enjoy a few of those things… secretly.

He loved her for her fiery spirit, her temper and her friendship.

He never ceased to be amazed by her Quidditch skills, how she could just focus and play her position and be excellent at it. She knew that whatever insults her brothers dished out for her, it was only because they would never be caught alive complimenting her publicly.

Harry glanced at Ginny, but couldn't help but grin.

"What are you so happy about, four eyes?" Ginny teased, not looking up from her plate.

Harry laughed softly. "Nothing freckles."

He loved that Ginny wasn't one of those girls who look at food and throw up, or automatically count all the calories, take a bite then leave the rest. Besides with all the exercise she does, she'd die if she skipped a meal. Some days, she gives Ron a run for his money.

Ah, my Ginny. Harry sighed to himself. Where would I be without you?

Hmmm, too short? crap? good? tell me what you think! I was thinking of doing one in Ginny's point of view?