When inspiration grabs you, you can't ignore it. So Dean pushes aside his half-finished Potions essay and grabbed a spare piece of parchment, and started sketching her, trying to capture that look in her eye as she giggled with Parvati over a book they were bent over. The exact way her hair fell into her face before she pushed it back. When he's done he's late and has to stay up past midnight to finish his essay, long after Seamus decided to leave him and go to bed.

Soon he has sevarel drawings and sketches of her, all completly different. Some realistic, trying to capture her look. And then there's those that are full of color, her skin a dark brown while her hair is lavender, her clothes are blue and green, and she's surrounded by pink. So much color it could blind someone, and no one would even reconize it was supposed to be her. But it's her as he's begun to see her, filling her life and other's with color and joy. And he wants to let her know but he's not quite sure how, except to just tell her. He wants to let her know just how much she means to him, but he's so afraid to kiss or or hold or hand or even ask her out. And he knows he's missing his chance but he keeps promising to himself: next week. No, next week. Okay, next month. Tomorrow. Next week. And time flies by and his drawings are piling up by the time by the time Lavender grabs his hand and asks him to meet her at the Three Broomsticks on their next Hogsmeade weekend. He's actually dissapointed in himself, that he didn't do anything himself, but, now he smiled to himself, that would all change now he knew things were a bit different.