Have you ever had the feeling that someone is watching you? That their sole attention is focused on you, but you don't know who they are? I've got that right now.

I'm sitting in my usual spot, between my best friends, Harry and Ron, in transfiguration. I can't remember what professor McGonagall last said, but I was pretending to listen. I was so curious; it was all I could think of. Who was staring at me? Their eyes were drilling holes into the back of my head, I wish they would stop; their infatuation has filled my mind with senseless nothingness.

What are they doing? Crap! I can't remember what we are meant to be doing, and I can't ask Harry or Ron. They would ensure that I would never forget the day that I didn't pay attention during class. I suppose I could watch them for a bit, possibly look around a little. Glance at whoever is behind me; it would put my mind to rest, and I can get back to work.

As Harry transfigured his feather into a rock, I took my opportunity and swung around. Instantly my eyes locked on the stormy-grey eyes watching me, but I felt as though I couldn't look away. I was mesmerised by their beauty, their wisdom, they looked to have seen too much before their years. When I tore my eyes away, they flicked over his blonde-hair, slicked back the way only one could manage.

I couldn't believe it, Draco Malfoy, Slytherin, son of a wanted death eater, the Gryffindor hater was staring at me. Maybe he didn't realise it was me he was staring at. No, that's impossible; only I would sit between these two. This is just too confusing for me, why would HE be staring at ME? I am everything that Gryffindor's stand for, I'm even a mudblood!

I still haven't gotten back to work; I'm still thinking of him. The devils spawn; the one person that managed to hate me as soon as he saw me. I should really get back to work; but I can feel him staring at me again. Knowing who it is hasn't eased my mind at all, but troubled it. I wish he would stop, do his work or something, so I can do my own!

I looked back around ad glared at him while running my finger across my throat. I hope that he got the message; the hint wasn't exactly subtle, and I really do need to do my work. It's a matter of principle; I'm the smartest witch of my age, the bookworm of Hogwarts. I do not bludge class thinking of some guy! It's unheard of, impossible and I shouldn't be thinking of him. Why can't I think about someone who doesn't hate me, maybe Viktor? He liked me and never distracted me.

Determined to ignore his endless staring, I transferred my feather into a rock and then back again. Professor McGonagall seemed impressed; Ron had only managed to turn his into a stone colour. Sometimes I don't know how he can be so stupid, it was easy magic. Slowly my mind wandered back to Malfoy and his eyes. They intrigued me; I can't explain how, but when I looked into them, I felt as though I couldn't look away. They seemed to be the gateway to his soul, but not to his own. They were strangely kind; I could not see the coldness in them that he had expressed to me so many times before.

I don't even know why I am thinking about him! I don't care; he has issues; I don't want to know. It's probably jus this way of getting back at one of his sluts. Pansy I suppose. I don't want anything to do with it. I shall ignore his staring gaze and pretend this never happened.

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