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A/N: This was written for scubarang's writing challenge at the DG Forum. The guidelines are that it must be Draco/Ginny, and must contain the line: "I don't know how he says so much with just his eyebrow." Can be spoken by any character in reference to any Slytherin.

Length: Minimum 400 words, maximum 1200.

Observations of an Eyebrow

"I don't know how he says so much with just his eyebrow," mused Ginny, while staring with interest at the haughty blond sitting at the neighbouring table.

"What?"

"Malfoy," elaborated the redhead. "He's hardly spoken the whole time he's been sitting there, but just by observing the different elevations of his eyebrow, I can tell exactly what he has thought of every comment made at his table, as well as every person sitting with him. It's really quite extraordinary."

Hermione Granger placed down her quill and stared at the enraptured girl in front of her. "You aren't seriously wasting your study time by analysing the mobility of Draco Malfoy's eyebrow, are you?"

"But you should see it."

"I don't want to see it."

"It's so weird how he does it," continued Ginny, quite oblivious to her friend's indifference. "You'd think an eyebrow could only reflect haughtiness, but I've seen amused, annoyed, flirtatious, cynical, smug, surprised, contemptuous—the list goes on, and all of this is achieved through simply raising his eyebrow at different angles."

"I think you're obsessed."

Ginny finally tore her eyes away from the eyebrow that had so captivated her attention and stared indignantly at her friend. "I'm not obsessed."

"Of course you're not. You're just staring avidly at Draco Malfoy's eyebrow and trying to determine which angle of said eyebrow goes with what expression." Hermione gave a wry smile. "I do wonder what will come next. Declarations of love? Secret eyebrow marriages?"

"Don't be ridiculous," responded Ginny, rolling her eyes. "Besides, anything is more exciting than studying for History of Magic. Yes, Hermione, even Draco Malfoy's eyebrow."

"Personally, I find it more worrying that you have been watching him long enough to even notice his amazingly 'expressive' eyebrow. I know some girls think he is good-looking, but really, Ginny, this is Malfoy we're talking about."

A light tinge of pink stained the redhead's cheeks. "Right," she agreed. "Malfoy."

Her eyes flicked once more to the blond sitting across from her. She was surprised to find him staring right back. Her blush deepened under his gaze, and then that mobile eyebrow, the same that she had been so absorbed with only seconds ago, lifted just a fraction. Ginny didn't get time to figure out what that expression meant. It was a bit hard to analyse the finer details of an eyebrow when Hermione was clicking her fingers in her face and demanding that she get back to studying the things that matter: like how Grithwelda the giant had killed two wizards by her stench alone.

By the time the redhead had dealt with her friend's nagging, the blond (and his fascinating eyebrow) had already left the library. She didn't voice her disappointment—it was unlikely that Hermione would sympathise, after all—but she did declare that she could no longer study, even if someone paid her one thousand galleons to do so.

"Yes you would," said Hermione, always ready to crush hyperbolic claims. "You would study all week with no sleep if someone offered you that much."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Fine, I would, but no one is paying me one thousand galleons, so I'm leaving."

She stood up from her chair and gathered her things together, ignoring Hermione's disapproving 'tsk', as well as the gloomy mutterings that she would fail her exam.

"I'll see you in the common room," said Ginny, slinging her bag over her shoulder, and then walked out of the library, feeling oddly relieved at being able to escape the bushy-haired girl. Now she understood why Harry and her brother didn't enjoy studying with Hermione. The girl was a slavedriver.

"Enjoyable study session?" drawled a very familiar voice.

Ginny turned her head to see Draco push himself away from the wall and walk towards her. There was an odd little smirk on his lips that was not quite pleasant and yet not unpleasant either. She swallowed and tried to ignore the sudden pounding of her heart.

"It was fine," she replied cautiously, "not that it's any concern of yours."

"Really?" He stopped in front of her and rested one arm casually against the wall above her head as he stared down into her face. She wasn't even sure how he had managed to corner her against the wall. She certainly didn't remember moving backwards.

"What are you doing?" she squeaked, alarmed by his sudden proximity.

His eyebrow lifted at her question, the exact shape and elevation forming the same expression he had given her just minutes ago in the library. She found herself trying to analyse it to determine what he was thinking, but then he lowered his face and captured her lips with his, and Ginny soon forgot about the cryptic messages hidden within his eyebrow. Her whole mind was centred on the mouth now igniting her senses with a pleasurable rush of exhilaration.

Draco pulled his lips away from hers and smiled at her dazed expression. "So, Weasley. What are your observations on that?"

"Your lips are so much better than your eyebrow," breathed Ginny, and dragged his face back down to repeat the wordless exchange.

After all, what were the silent impressions of an eyebrow when she could feel the unspoken words of a kiss?