Disclaimer: Of course Harry Potter is mine, Didn't you know? I'm also the richest, most intelligent person to ever walk the planet and have a perfect life, complete with the perfect boyfriend that is a mix of Sark, Spike, and Draco.
Okay, dream time is over.
A/N: Okay, so this is a little wanna be drabble (too long to be a real drabble) I typed up one day sitting at the computer. Just popped in my head and flew through my fingers. Anyways, its just some silly thoughts. I would appreciate any feedback though!
What was it about him that made her keep looking?
The sneaked glances, the secret peeks. Just to let her eyes linger over that silky hair she longed to run her fingers through. His eyes were so expressive, betraying many thoughts, but so easily hiding others through a thin shield she couldn't penetrate. The long length of his arm tempted her, the possibility of letting her own skin accidentally lie against his – if only for a mere second – filling her head until she couldn't even concentrate on her work. His soft smiles made her blush inside, his grins so contagious she had to turn away to avoid catching the disease.
Something about him had changed. Or maybe something about her had changed. Or maybe she was going insane. But one thing was definite – Hermione Granger should avoid sitting next to Draco Malfoy during class at all costs. For her own sanity.