A.N. Okay, me first HP fic! It's only a short one-shot that doesn't really make sense but I hope you enjoy it the same- please review!! I want to know what people think =)
And to all of the people who put me on author alert for my NCIS stuff.....I know I should be doing Spanish and Schoolgirls, Perfectly White or Endless but I have no clue what to write! I will probably be spurred back into action by the new season but sorry until then.
Slight Dramione because I am quickly becomming addicted to them!
Dislciamer- I don't own anyone- they all belong to J.K Rowling and whoever else. I'm just taking them on a ride.
I groaned in annoyance as I threw yet another paper ball at the bin. It missed of course and bounced to lie in a pile on the ground with the others as I angrily got out yet another piece of paper. I was going to get this right if it took all night. As another paper ball hit the wall I vaguely thought that it would probably take longer.
Why I was bothering I had no idea. It wasn't as if I had nothing to do, there was a large pile of homework waiting for me which is what, I am sure, everyone around me thought I was doing. What else would bookworm Hermione Granger be doing? I thought sarcastically, imagining everyone's faces if they knew what I did when I wasn't studying.
I growled this time when I screwed up another failed attempt and threw it at the bin with a little too much force. At least it went in this time.
The expression wasn't right; too much anger and not enough pain.
I started drawing again, quickly sketching a strong, pointed jaw and soft hair that fell across the forehead just so. I drew a perfectly straight nose and soft lips turned down in anger and pain. With slight trepidation I started the eyes; the thing I had been stuffing up the last hundred times.
I drew the familiar almond shape but then screwed it up again once I had looked at the expression I'd done.
Too much pain and not enough anger.
I started again, wondering for the hundredth time why I was wasting so much time on this but then his face which had haunted me for the last few days came back and I kept on drawing. The chilling expression in his eyes made me see it whenever my own were closed.
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I stared at the finally finished drawing, too tired to smile but with a sense of satisfaction filling me. The eyes were perfect; the right combination of anger, pain, contempt and that cold dead look that had scared me so much.
My eyes roamed up the face; looking at the perfect shadowing, over the perfect eyes to his forehead.
Then I let out a final growl, screwing up the paper and chucking it in the bin on my way out of the library.
The hair was way too dark to be platinum blonde.
