I felt her vision tunnelling into the back of my head. It was like a relentless drill, full of noise and power and speed. It's almost like she believed if she stared hard enough that my head would open; my blonde locks attached to my pale skin would separate and she would see the cogs turning inside my mind. The brown spheres stared at me every day for an hour in class, and again at every meal. Brunette, spiral curls created a mane around her face which made her look even more insane. Nevertheless, no one seemed to notice but me.
Every potions class was the same. I sat on the second row with Blaise, just minding my own business as this was one of the only classes I enjoyed in my day, and she would sit and stare. How did no one see it? When she had to address me she still called me Malfoy with the bitter tone and avoided me dramatically in every corridor. To most people they wouldn't have seen any change. But I was the one being glared at every day. How did Potter not even notice the excess at which she was investigating me with her eyes?
It wasn't always like this. At one point she despised me and couldn't bear to look in my direction for more than 10 seconds. However, that slowly began to change a few months ago. Ron began to distance himself from her. He didn't speak to her as much. He began sitting next to Potter rather than Hermione every chance he got. Everyone could tell Hermione and Ron liked each other. For years their friendship/secret love affair was apparent but both of them were too immature to act upon anything. Suddenly they just weren't anything anymore. They were drifting apart and neither Potter nor the weasel's sister seemed to care. Potter still talked to her every day, even more than he used to, but they were still platonic as ever. It seemed the female Weasley, gen or gin something like that, took Hermione's "best friend" role.
That's when the staring started. I always know when Potter is talking about me. No one is stupid enough not to notice when people are talking about you in the same room. It seemed like Potter was onto me but he never could be, he's not that bright. But she was. Potters interest in me just spread to the fact I was rude and obnoxious, for her it was much more. She could see it in me. It's like she could almost see the dark mark beneath my shirt sleeve.
I know this is short but I've never written fanfiction before... Any tips will be greatly appreciated.
- witchplease xx