Written for Prompts oh Prompts thread and the Greenhouse Competition :)
She was lying between the pebbles and the waves, her golden bikini glistening brighter then the sun, and there was barely any guy present who wasn't looking at her.
She was beautiful, like the sky which kisses the earth at nightfall, shimmering in the moonlight, glistening like the stars.
Hugo knew he should tear his eyes away, before they were captured, endeared, but as she turned to smile at him coolly, lying on her back, sun breathing on her, he knew he couldn't look anywhere else, ever.
Victoire Weasley had made sure of that.