Author's Note: A short Dramione drabble I wrote. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter series.
Hermione could feel the heat of his gaze all across the Great Hall, roasting her alive. She stabbed a piece of turkey with her fork and brought it to her mouth, savoring the flavor, but her face was burning. During Christmas, the food was excellent, the halls were filled with talking, and decorations practically lit up the whole school. But what was she so embarrassed about?
Him. Draco Malfoy. Even though she wasn't facing him, his intensity both frightened and thrilled her.
"Are you alright, Hermione?" Harry's voice jolted her out of her daydreaming.
She turned around to face him. "Yeah, it's a little hot in here." To prove her point, she fanned her face with a hand.
Harry nodded and resumed his socializing with Ginny and Ron.
Hermione thoughtfully took a sip of her pumpkin juice and set the glass down on the table quietly, turning around to face Malfoy at the same time. Their eyes met across opposite ends of the Great Hall, and time seemed to stop.