Potter.

The one who got everything that Malfoy didn't get. It has always been so. It used to infuriate, after the war it caused tired indifference. But not now. Because now it was happening again. He was getting something that Malfoy would never get.

Her smile.

She was smiling at the Golden Boy, the Hope of the entire Magical World. She looked into his mouth and laughed at some joke he had made. She touched the crook of his elbow, said something and laughed. She raised her face with the tip of her nose pink from the cool air, so open and seemingly sincere. And the eyes of course-I-didn't-cry-all-night, without looking up, followed the expression of this… Potter.