None of these characters are mine, they belong to the brilliance that is J.K Rowling.
Staring Contests
His eyes, an icy blue with silver specks, again have drawn me in. They tempt me every time I look into them. They're so emotionless, like the rest of him but when I look long enough; I swear I can see something else. Ok, maybe I've been looking into them a bit too much lately. I can't help it though, they're so deep and mysterious, and I can't help but stare directly into them. I don't blink, he won't win this one, like the others, I won't give in, and so I keep on staring.
I see a sign of life in their misty depths; determination is brimming, or is it tears of frustration. I can't tell. He's looking me directly in the eye now, for the first time, and this time it should be for the last. He doesn't blink as he stares me down. Neither of us blinks.
I start to look away from his eyes, to his mouth, still not blinking. Pink and thinly set, I can see they've been through quite a bit over their lifetime. I move onto his hair, not blinking in the process, the most recognizable feature of all. A trait he is most defiantly proud of and takes time to perfect. It looks better now, then when he was younger.
Then I saw it, he blinked. I smiled at him,
"Round 3 to me, I win." I declare sweetly to him. My work here is done. Three 3 rounds of staring at Draco Malfoy's face for nearly 5 minutes certainly messes with the mind.
As I turn to walk out of the library I hear him,
"Same time tomorrow, Granger?" I turn around,
"Of course Malfoy, I could never get sick of seeing you lose." Head held high, I walk out, with a small smile of victory on my face.
The End
This would be my first story, so yeah….
All dedications go to Nyssa