She didn't quite know what love was. She didn't quite understand it either.
But what Harry Potter knew was that he loved Edith Ambermathy even if she didn't know that she loved him.
"We are surrounded by all these lies and people who t...
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Edith laid still in the arms of Meredith Opal. Her light red hair was braided to the side of her neck, made by the girl that she laid on top of. Her feet stopped just a few inches before hers, as she played with the pale girls hands that rested on her stomach. "Why are you so pretty?" Meredith asked as she pulled her finger away from the ginger girls hands. "And you know I don't like my fingers being played with." She stated rolling her eyes as she looked back at the girl that laid on her. Edith shrugged her shoulders, "I was born this way?" She said with a smirk. "Besides its not like you look like a troll." Edith explained. "That's not true, I'm not at pretty as you." Meredith spoke as she began to sit up causing Edith to roll off of her and onto the left side of the cushioned bed. "I'll never be as pretty as you," Meredith said again
"And what does that matter?" Edith asked the girl that sat beside her.
"It matters for everything, girls like me don't get noticed!" She said loudly throwing her hands in the air "We grow old by ourselves and never get married because we're so plain." She explained to the ginger.
"Edith-Edith you, you're unique you have beauty in every freckle. I can never compare." Merredith ranted as she looked at Edith once more. The Raven haired girl couldn't help but feel envious. She had been told she was pretty before, by many people in the neighborhood. But she had never been called beautiful. Edith was beautiful. Everyone thought Edith was beautiful, no matter who they were. If she had hurt them or if she didn't know them. They all thought that she was beautiful, because that's what Edith was beautiful. People fell at her feet, when she walked down the streets in town the elderly would whisper about how beautiful she was. Edith was oblivious to her beauty. A beauty she could use as a weapon to do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted. If Meredith had beauty like her maybe she could get away, get away from life itself and run far away from who she was. Run from what love was.
"Meredith, you are beautiful," Edith spoke softly. "You are breath taking, and special and no one I've ever met is like you." Edith stated.
"And you've met a lot of people." The raven Haired girl said innocently.
"Yes I have," Edith said nodding her head up and down "I say we should take a bath," the Ginger haired girl suggested. Causing the older girl that sat next to her to become red as a tomato from the words she spoke. Each and every time Edith would ask this question Meredith should turn red.
It wasn't that Meredith had never seen the ginger haired girl bare, she would become flushed pink in her cheeks as the younger girl stripped in front of her. Her stomach was perfectly flat with freckles that made uneven patterns up and down her pale skin. Her skin was as smooth as cold milk running down your throat in a early summer morning. Her hair fell down her back like a waterfall. Meredith couldn't help but admire Edith's body.
