Chapter Two
He wasn't panicking. Not really. Just because he couldn't find it. That was no reason to panic. None at all.
Just because he had lost his sketch book. No reason at all. Just because he had lost the axis on which his world turned, not important.Just because Merlin only knew who could have found it. Not a big deal. Just because either of them could have found it...
He looked nervously around the Gryffindor table at the faces there. Who could have found it?
He hadn't realized he had left it in class untila little after dinner was over last night. His favorite past time was drawing to releive the tension of a long day. And of course it was one of them. He drew Hermione, Ron and Harry now and then in classes to keep himself in practice. But them... oh he knew their faces by heart.
Ginny's dark red hair that fell in something close to, but not quite, curls. Her freckled nose and dark searching eyes. He knew her every look. The way she held herself. The precise location of every freckle.
He knew almost everything there was to know about Ginny. What she liked, what she didn't like. Who she liked. Exactly what she wanted from a guy.
He knew what her best classes were and her worst. Her dreams and fears, nightmares and ambitions.
In sharp contrast, there stood Pansy. Unpredictable and impulsive. Her quick smirk. The way her pale hair fell around her face and eyes. Her pale, unreadable eyes.
He knew everything he could from Ginny. But Pansy was something else. He couldn't tell you anything about her. He was trying of course. Occasionally he could gleen enough information that he could put together a picture, but then she did something that shattered the image and made him all the more intrigued.
He glanced around the table, wondering who had found the sketch book. Not Hermione. In her helpful but embarrasing way, she would have announced to the entire school that she had found an unclaimed book. Not Harry. He would have thought it some grand conspiracy and set to solve it. Not Ron. He would have flipped out and unintentionally embarrassed his sister by declaring before the entire school that some pervert was lusting after his sister and that he would kill who ever owned up to owning the book.
Not Parvati, Lavender or Romilda. They would have gone off in a giggling fit and told Ginny about it.
He tried to think of who had detention in the Dungeons most, besides him.
Ginny had it reasonably frequently. Not her. She would be blushing right now if that was the case.
Luna. Not her either. She would have had flyers about the castle.
The Slytherins always had access to the Potions room. Not Malfoy. He would have found a way to trace it back by now and use it to embarrass him.
Blaise? Possible. He was an enigma. Hermione was fascinated by him of course, but that wasn't too surprising. She always liked those that she couldn't figure out.
Millicent? Crabbe? Goyle? Nah. The three were so fascinated with each other and food (Respectively) that he doubted they could see past that.
That only really left Pansy. He looked over at her only to meet her pale blue eyes head on.
(A/N: YOu probably all know who this is that's talking.