His Eyes Lit Up
He always noticed the way she moved, the way she tossed her hair over her shoulder, careful to leave one perfectly placed strand of curl to frame her face. The way she shifted anxiously in her seat, hand raised, giddy with anticipation as she waited to be called on to answer the question. The way her knee bounced under the desk, squirming in her seat as if knowing the correct answer would levitate her directly in front of the professor. He admired all these little quirks that made her so… perfect. But out of all these little things he noticed about her, the one he loved most was her eyes and the way her deep coffee-colored irises gleamed with excitement from the pure wonder of knowledge. She wasn’t a know-it-all, and he knew that. She genuinely was passionate about the world, this new world, around her, taking it all in -
“Mr. Malfoy?”
His eyes lit up, startled.
“Yes, Professor?”
“Judging by the way you were smirking back there, I assume you know the answer?”
He heard a grumbled huff from across the room and he knew he angered the witch he admired so much.