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Thank You: To the readers and writers of Head Boy / Head Girl Fics. You inspired this.
Story Summary: Dramione Drabble- Hermione knows he's been keeping an eye on her...
WATCHED
by: TycheSong
He was watching her again. He had been doing that a lot, of late, when he thought no one was noticing him do it. She could feel his eyes, however. He watched her read, he watched her when she laughed with one of her friends. She felt his eyes on her as she wandered the halls, while she sat in class, when she ate. They narrowed with awareness when she laid a hand on Blaise's shoulder, even if his attention was seemingly not on her.
She probably shouldn't have told him about her sleeping with him; it had only been the once, and neither was interested in the other. She had been so tired of him treating her like a child, and the look on his face when she had mentioned casual sex with both Blaise and Seamus had been so very worth it.
She had never actually slept with Seamus. Malfoy didn't know that, though, and Seamus was aware that she had made the false claim. He wouldn't deny it happened. Frankly, she thought Seamus had been rather pleased that she had named him as her fake fuck-buddy.
Her neck prickled, and she glanced up quickly, her eyes shooting to Draco Malfoy, hoping to catch the Head Boy in his game. She didn't; he was, to all intents and purposes, reading a textbook quietly in the corner. He made her nervous. He didn't act hostile, his careful study of her didn't feel malicious. She didn't know what his motivations were, and it made her skittish.
He was playing a subversive cat-and-mouse game with her, and she had no idea what the game was. All she knew was that despite winning the war, she was not the cat.
A/N: Thanks for following along. :-)