Preface
They say the eyes are a window into the soul, a way to see how a person truly feels. They don't betray with false expressions. When a person's smile doesn't reach their eyes, it is apparent that they feel differently then they want everyone to think they do. Eyes are powerful, intense things, capturing true emotion in a single glance. I have met only a small group of people in my sixteen years who can hold an entire conversation with only their eyes. This talent is rather rare and unsung. I can count the amount of people who can converse with only their eyes on one hand. Although I'm sure there are other people out there with this skill, I'm yet to find any in a while. That is, until I began to notice a certain fair-haired boy more.
It wasn't as though I had never seen Scorpius Malfoy before. He had been in my classes for as long as I had been at school, and was also a fellow prefect. I'd always seen him, sitting in the back of a classroom with my cousin Albus, snickering about some inside joke. He'd always just been there for four years of my life, nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, he'd grown up a fair bit since fourth year, tacking on a handful of centimeters and attracting the attention of older and younger girls alike, but he was still the same blond Slytherin lad.
It doesn't matter what the other girls think about him because, I'm not like most girls. Yes, I've had a few boyfriends, and I like to flirt, but I've never been one for the pretty boys. Scorpius is not my type. His hair is much too soft, his steel grey eyes are much too bright, his height is much too tall, his skin is much too perfect, his sculpted body is much too polished, and don't even get me started on his muscles… Fine, I find Scorpius attractive, but who doesn't? He has all the girls, and a bunch of the boys, lusting after him. There's a fan club now… So yes, I noticed him. Is that a crime? Surely, everyone has noticed him before at some point. Right?