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.