Chapter 2
Draco once again decided to forego breakfast, and headed towards the library. He knew she would be there. It had taken him awhile to come to terms with his newfound feelings for Hermione, but after that he absolutely couldn't get enough of looking at her. Just the way she looked while she was reading a book was enough for him.
The way she'd prepare for the turn of a page about 2 or 3 paragraphs early, obviously too excited to get to the next part of the book. The way she would bite her lip at an exceptionally suspenseful part of the book, or widen her soft cinnamon eyes at an unexpected surprise. Sometimes he could see her blinking an emerging tear away. She was so emotional. So beautiful. Her delicate hands held onto the book tightly and her knees were held against her chest.
He continued walking to the library, occasionally pushing through people or glaring when necessary. His mind filled with thoughts of her, and before he knew it he was already in the library, behind his usual shelf, and faking interest in a book. She hadn't arrived yet, so he continued to wait. After 5 minutes or so, she was there.
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Hermione, after she was done thinking, or rather forced thoughts of Draco out of her head, walked down to breakfast. Not many people were down there yet since it was so early. Hurriedly, she grabbed a strip or two of bacon, and ran off towards the library. She went to sit down on the couch she normally sat at, and grabbed the book she was reading. Once again, she saw the blue-gray eyes shooting quick glances in her direction. She wasn't dumb. She'd seen it. What the hell did he think he was playing at? Pretending not to notice, she opened her book and continued from where she had ended.
No matter how hard she tried, no matter what was happening in the book, she couldn't concentrate. It had been like this for a few days. Him watching her, her pretending that she couldn't see him. "This is so uncomfortable!" she thought to herself, "Almost scary! Why is he doing this?" A thousand questions continued to flow through her head as she analyzed Draco's motives for the constant staring. All the while, looking into his cold eyes. They were beautiful, really. He had the kind of eyes that could send shivers down your back, and warm you all the same. They pierced right through you, making you feel as if he were searching the contents of your soul. She looked once more towards him, but he was gone.
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Draco once again decided to forego breakfast, and headed towards the library. He knew she would be there. It had taken him awhile to come to terms with his newfound feelings for Hermione, but after that he absolutely couldn't get enough of looking at her. Just the way she looked while she was reading a book was enough for him.
The way she'd prepare for the turn of a page about 2 or 3 paragraphs early, obviously too excited to get to the next part of the book. The way she would bite her lip at an exceptionally suspenseful part of the book, or widen her soft cinnamon eyes at an unexpected surprise. Sometimes he could see her blinking an emerging tear away. She was so emotional. So beautiful. Her delicate hands held onto the book tightly and her knees were held against her chest.
He continued walking to the library, occasionally pushing through people or glaring when necessary. His mind filled with thoughts of her, and before he knew it he was already in the library, behind his usual shelf, and faking interest in a book. She hadn't arrived yet, so he continued to wait. After 5 minutes or so, she was there.
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Hermione, after she was done thinking, or rather forced thoughts of Draco out of her head, walked down to breakfast. Not many people were down there yet since it was so early. Hurriedly, she grabbed a strip or two of bacon, and ran off towards the library. She went to sit down on the couch she normally sat at, and grabbed the book she was reading. Once again, she saw the blue-gray eyes shooting quick glances in her direction. She wasn't dumb. She'd seen it. What the hell did he think he was playing at? Pretending not to notice, she opened her book and continued from where she had ended.
No matter how hard she tried, no matter what was happening in the book, she couldn't concentrate. It had been like this for a few days. Him watching her, her pretending that she couldn't see him. "This is so uncomfortable!" she thought to herself, "Almost scary! Why is he doing this?" A thousand questions continued to flow through her head as she analyzed Draco's motives for the constant staring. All the while, looking into his cold eyes. They were beautiful, really. He had the kind of eyes that could send shivers down your back, and warm you all the same. They pierced right through you, making you feel as if he were searching the contents of your soul. She looked once more towards him, but he was gone.
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