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A/N: I'm bored.
Love is a Stare
That's when I fell.
"Fear of the name only increases fear of the thing itself." The words poured out of the girls lips elegantly and fluently as she stared down my father with a defiant stare that I had never seen before. Her eyes held a sparkle of boldness in their chocolate orbs. My father stared back at her, sneering at her plebeian appearance. His mouth opened in his own retort, aiming it at her pride, but yet, she didn't flinch.
Granger looked up at my father and stared him down in a way no one else had ever done before. Not even me. My mind flashed back to those few moments back in Borgin and Borkes earlier on, where he told me not to touch anything and not letting me explore. I had just nodded my head and looked around absently, and here a Mudblood was, looking at my father like that.
She only broke the gaze for a moment, taking a glance at her parents standing in a corner talking to the head Weasley. They were laughing at something that the old, poorly dressed man had said. My father's own head followed her gaze, noting the muggles and snarling at them.
After a moment, Father ignored her, instead turning his attention to Harry Potter.
My attention, however, fixed on Hermione. I mean Granger… She was still looking at Father, her eyes digging holes into his back and for a moment, the thought 'is it possible to feel people's gazes on you?' If you could, then Hermione would have probably looked back at me by then, for I was drilling holes in the back of her head. But still, she faced down father like never before, ignoring my existence.
I fell in love.
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