When your eyes say it
That's when I know that it's true
I feel it. I feel the love coming through
I know it I know that you truly care for me
Because it's there to see...
-Britney Spears "When your eyes say it"
He stared at her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. He could never get enough of those lovely brown orbs, which showed so much emotion. They flashed when she was angry, but shone with joy when she was happy. No, he could never get enough. But she didn't know that. She knew nothing about his feelings.
Hermione glanced up and across the room. She had gotten that now familiar feeling again, like someone was watching her. But as she glanced around the common room, no one looked like they were the culprit. Neville was in the corner, looking forlornly at a potions book. Seamus, Dean, Parvati and Lavender were playing Exploding Snap. Harry was playing chess with Ron at a table nearby. Colin Creevey was looking adoringly at Harry, and trying to take pictures of the moves he was making.
"But Harry," Hermione heard him whine. "I'm going to make a book. The Life and Times of Harry Potter"
Hermione sighed exasperatedly. Colin and his brother Dennis seemed to have nothing better to do in life then bother Harry. And they had been following her around, too, recently. Ever since the rumor that she was Harry's girlfriend had started. But of course, she wasn't. It had all started with Truth or Dare.
On Christmas Eve, the remaining Gryffindor girls had gotten permission from Professor McGonagall to have a slumber party of sorts. A girls' slumber party, of course, invariably led to Truth or Dare. Parvati, Lavender and three other Gryffindor 4th years, who had stayed, were playing and trying to cajole Hermione into joining them.
"Pretty, pretty please Hermione?" Lavender begged.
"Oh, all right, if you'll shut up!"
"Yay! Truth or Dare?"
"Um… Truth." Said Hermione, feeling like she was about to face the Spanish Inquisition.
"Hmm..." Remarked Parvati. She then whispered something in Lavender's ear, whose eyes suddenly shone and she giggled. Hermione's feeling of anxiety had increased tenfold.
"Hermione." She paused for effect. "Do you like Harry?"
"As a friend," Was Hermione's quick and conditioned response. She internally breathed a sigh of relief.
"More than a friend?"
"Er… no." Hermione replied, but she could tell by the look in Lavender's eyes that the whole school will think she said yes by breakfast.
Chapter 2
As Hermione walked down to breakfast Christmas morning, she felt like there were thousands of butterflies flying around in her stomach. She knew that Lavender and Parvati had gotten up early. Probably to tell the whole school what had happened (Or what they imagined happened) last night.
She had done rather well, she thought, as far as presents went. Mrs. Weasley had sent a pretty blue sweater, her parents had sent her some sugar-free candy, Harry had gotten her a watch, and Ron had gotten her a pretty ring. Well, at least she thought it was Ron. There was no name attached. She supposed that was something he'd send. She really didn't know.
As she entered the Great Hall, a sudden hush came over the crowd gathered inside. Hermione had felt her stomach drop to her toes. She knew it. They had told the entire school. She had laughed weakly, turned a brilliant shade of red, and hurried to her usual table, where she immediately engrossed herself in the first book she pulled out of her bag. Unfortunately for her, the first book she pulled out was Recent Defeats of the Dark Arts. The first chapter was entirely about Harry. She groaned when people started laughing about her choice of books. She had seriously considered turning around and running back up to her dorm. But Hermione was made of stronger stuff than that. She turned to Ginny and started a conversation.
"Hey, Ginny. What's new?"
"Um. Nothing. You don't really like Harry, do yah, Herm? Do you?" Ginny replied, sounding a bit nervous, like she didn't really want to hear the answer.
"NO! I don't like him! He's just my friend!!" Hermione fairly exploded.
"Ok, ok! I believe you. The rest of the school might not…but I do." Ginny said, sounding very relieved.
"Can we please, please not talk about this?"
"Oh, all right. Oh, look! Harry and my brother. Over here, guys!"
"Ginny! They are the last people—Oh, hi Harry, Ron. Thanks for the presents."
"What presents?" Ron mumbled through some eggs. "I uh… couldn't find one…"
"Ha! Very funny, Ron. I love the ring! I have it on, see. And the watch you gave me, Harry. Did you two buy them together?"
"No, really- I didn't…"
"Hello, Mudblood, Potter. I've just heard a rather interesting story. All those years together- we should have guessed. That scar… who could resist?" Said a cool and sarcastic voice from behind Hermione.
"Oh, god. Who the hell invited you, Malfoy? Go away!" and with that Hermione had snapped. She ran to her dorm, closed the curtains around her bed and sobbed. She had missed a whole day of classes. Ginny, Harry and Ron had told everyone that she was sick, but she doubted anyone had believed it.
But that was a month ago, and with the endless protests of both Harry and Hermione, the rumor had died down, although not totally.
Hermione shook her head slightly, as if to clear the memories from her mind, and the common room came back into focus. Harry and Ron were staring at her as though she were mental.
"Hermione… are you ok?" Ron called across the tables.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I think." She said, and returned to her Arithmancy book.
Chapter 3
He was sad. So incredibly sad. He longed to tell her that he gave her that ring, not Ron. She would probably laugh. How could he possibly be in love with her? She knew nothing about him, and likewise, he knew nothing about her other than that she was the top of her class, and the love of his life. He wanted to tell her more than anything. But he was deathly afraid of rejection.
He saw her look dazed in the common room, as if she were thinking, and he wondered if somewhere, in the deep recesses of her mind, she thought about him. Most likely not.
AN: Ok. I got bored with my other story, I had no idea where it was going. I was kinda depressed, so I wrote this one. Please, please, please review!! How can I get better if I don't know what's wrong? Please?! Oh, all the characters and stuff are J.K. Rowling's. Yes, I'm going to finish it, I just wanted to know what you people thought of this much!!
P.S.—I don't really like Britney Spears, but this song was too perfect. If you have her new CD, it's number 11.
