Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to Christinaaaa...
Happy Birthday to youuuu!

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Snatches of Jealousy and Your Smile.

-x- Katie Bell & Charlie Weasley –x-

'I like simple songs with pretty words.
I've tried poetry but it's just no good;
the pages get lost and besides,
I'd much rather sing to you.
I love living life by your side –
you're a smart kid with a beautiful smile,
and oh god, those technicolour eyes.'

'Hey, look at that guy over there!'
'Oh wow, he is so cute!'
'I know! Check out that smile…'
'Look at those eyes!'
'Oh! They are like, the most perfect shade of blue ever!'

'Do you mind?!'

Having listened to the conversation behind her for quite long enough, one dark eyebrow rising higher and higher with every sighed and giggled word, sixteen year-old Katie Bell rounded on the two preteens angrily, startling them into silence.

'Not only is your pointless conversation annoying the hell out of me, but your topic of conversation just so happens to be my boyfriend! And quite frankly, besides the fact you both look like you should still be in primary school, he's much too old for you anyway even if you aren't eight or something, being nineteen and all!'

Giving a muffled squeak, the pair of them took a few steps backwards, away from the feisty brunette, whose softly curling locks were bouncing around her face as she shook with completely unsuppressed anger.

'Sorry,' one of them muttered sullenly, and they both stood side by side avoiding eye contact with her.

'And so you should be,' she replied, annoyed, before turning around again and resuming her semi-patient wait in the long queue to buy tickets for the upcoming Quidditch match (Puddlemere vs. The Arrows).

As she waited, she sort of felt a tiny bit bad for blowing her stack the way she did, but after all, they were acting like fan-girls! Sixteen years of living in Oliver Wood's back pocket had been enough, after all, the guy was an international super-star now, but to have preteens ogling Charlie of all people… well, enough was really enough.

Well, actually, when she thought about it properly it wasn't so much the fan-girlness of the conversation, but more the fact that they had referred to his eyes as blue. Not, of course, that his eyes weren't blue because they were – and even an "amazing" shade of blue at that – but because she'd grown up listening to countless adults fawning over him because of it, and the reason she'd hated that was because his eyes were too beautiful to be referred to as just plain blue.

They were technicoloured, the most expressive things she'd ever known in her life: they could reflect every thought, emotion or feeling Charlie had, and she was seemingly the only one who could grasp this concept fully… everyone else was always too preoccupied with their deep blue colour.

Mid-thought about this particular frustration, she didn't notice said boyfriend and owner of "technicoloured" eyes approaching until the two girls behind her drew in their breath with identical sharp, giggly noises. Rolling her eyes, she turned on them with a glare before quickly changing her facial expression into a pleasant smile, though apparently not fast enough, because when Charlie was within a metre of her he chuckled lightly.

'You wouldn't be intimidating little girls now, would you?' he asked her with a trademark smirk, 'After all, I can't help being ridiculously good-looking, can I?'

Raising an eyebrow in much the same manner as before, Katie laughed.
'You, Charlie Weasley, don't even need your own fan-girls; you're your own biggest one!'

'Are you implying I'm some kind of narcissist?' he asked with mock offence, before bursting into laughter and scooping her up into his arms, apparently unaware or unconcerned by the amount of people around them.

'I wouldn't blame you if you were,' she replied, wincing as she realised how incredibly sappy it sounded, 'after all, your eyes are "like, the most perfect shade of blue ever!".'

Laughing as the two girls behind them in the queue turned a startling shade of scarlet, Katie winked at them.
'Sorry girls, but really, it was too good an opportunity to miss.'

'Well you, my anti-fan-girl lover, are completely entitled to your own narcism,' he said as he spun around, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs flailing outwards, narrowly missing people ever which way, 'after all, your smile is pretty damn amazing.'

'I know, I know,' she said modestly with a laugh, 'I'm planning on immortalising myself in poetry any day now… it'll be titled "Me, Myself and I".'

'What? I don't get a poem?' he asked, setting her back down on the ground and looking down at her with a grin.

'Nope.'

'Not even a song?'

'Nope.'

'And why not?'

'I'm really no poet… and you've heard me sing, haven't you?'

'Uh, yes… on second thoughts, no song.'

Gasping, she smacked him in the face lightly, laughing all the while.
'I could out-sing you any day!'

'Well yes, you could,' he admitted with a twinkle in his eyes that made her just want to fall into them, 'but I'm even worse than you!'

She shrugged.
'It's true.'

They stood there in silence for a moment, looking at each other, until Katie melted under his gaze and stood up on her tip-toes to kiss him, completely oblivious to the jealous hisses of the preteen fan-girls and the general murmurs of amusement and disgust around them.

Pulling away, she frowned slightly.
'That's not fair! You know I have a weak spot for your eyes!'

'Fine,' he mock-sighed, 'smile for me then.'

Confused, she looked at him curiously.
'What d'you mean?'

'Just do it Kates,' he replied, waiting.

Bewildered, she pulled a face and then indulged him with her best smile – the sunny grin she kept hidden except for when he was around. And then, split seconds after she'd curved her mouth upwards, he swooped down on her and kissed her, his quidditch reflexes not at all rusty, she noted, as the ticket queue moved on past them.

And so the world moved on around them in one fast, blurred motion, too busy and too preoccupied to stand still for a moment to watch an attractive young couple kiss in the middle of a mammoth quidditch ticket queue; the girl with a beautiful smile and the boy with his irresistible, "technicoloured" eyes.

A?N: lyrics used are "Techinicolor Eyes" by Backseat Goodbye.

Okay, so in case you didn't notice, this is a birthday present for the wonderful Christina, known to most of you guys as Just-Giddy.. Happy Birthday darlin'! This is a collection of seventeen oneshots focusing on seventeen different pairings - some canon, others not (because i was hard-pressed to find seventeen canon pairings, amoung other things, lol); and they are being posted one a day for seventeen days. Seventeen of course, being the special number because she is turning seventeen.

Love, hugs and peace,
Ash x