Ginny Weasley

Your hands smelled of her perfume without even having touched her. It was torture, you couldn't get it out of your head. From a large window you saw her dancing, stretching her legs so... perfect. Her delicate movements when dancing, she moved her hands as if they were wings. Just like a swan, you wanted her, you wanted every inch of her. One day, when looking at her surreptitiously like every day, she gave you a look, it was out of the corner of her eye... but she looked at you, her pretty blue eyes made your obsession sink deeper into her. You were drowning just thinking about having her. You wanted to get closer, you wanted to just touch her even if it was just her shoulder. Just breathing hers, her own air, that's all you needed. On impulse, you approached her at the end of her ballet class. You were about to touch her shoulder to introduce yourself.