The first thing he had ever noticed about her was that her eyes were like sapphires. The second thing that he noticed was that she had a temper like no other.

In a back corridor of Hogwarts, one that anyone had hardly entered since the classrooms in this part of the school were no longer used, there was a portrait of a seventh-year Gryffindor. And this is her story.

To him, she was only Rose's best friend. But to her, he was the love of her life. And the only place she wanted to be was in his arms.

A short little one-shot.